Chapter 390: Chapter 347: Give it to Your Mother, Great Material for Forging! (Requesting Monthly Votes!)
"Spare my life!"
[Lion-faced] Asura Nata knelt in submission.
But nobody around made a sound, as if they hadn’t heard him.
[Lion-faced] Asura raised his head in confusion, only to see a snow-white magnificent horse appear before him instantly like divine light reflected from a snow slope.
Neigh!
The wind howled, the horse shrieked!
The magnificent horse turned around, lifting its hooves high.
A pitch-black hoof, quick as a flash, reflected in [Lion-faced] Asura’s eyes, rushing towards him.
Bang!
The next moment, the iron hoof trampled down, hitting [Lion-faced] Asura on the forehead. His head jerked backwards dramatically, dizziness engulfed him, and a crescent-shaped hoof print immediately formed on his forehead.
"He passed out!"
Kashigyakya observed the [Lion-faced] lying down as if asleep, murmuring after a long gaze.
This Lion-faced Asura looked quite imposing!
However...
His competition seemed a bit intense.
Thinking this, Kashigyakya looked up to see the Divine Horse [Supratika] with its head held high, and hooves lifted, stepping lightly with an air of arrogance.
"This Supratika is really wild!"
Indra exclaimed, his tongue clicking in astonishment.
Just like that, this creature rushed forward and kicked the [Lion-faced] Asura, knocking him unconscious.
He smiled, glancing at the [Lion-faced], then at Kashigyakya who was still assessing the scene.
"My disciple, are you interested?"
Indra smiled and asked.
Kashigyakya slightly furrowed his brows, immediately responding, "I already have Huatai, and I don’t need this lion."
Indra looked thoughtful for a moment, then suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said with a smile, "Even if you don’t need it, you can give it away!"
He winked.
This lion looked imposing and domineering. As a mount, it would certainly be appealing.
Upon hearing this, Kashigyakya’s face filled with confusion.
"Teacher, you mean..."
Kashigyakya blinked, asking in confusion.
Indra stepped forward, came up to Kashigyakya, and patted his shoulder.
"A mother is your birth-giver; of course, it should be a gift for your mother!"
"Your first gift to her!"
"Lady Master Parvati will definitely be pleased!"
Indra said with a smile.
Next, he planned for Kashigyakya to become the Heavenly Emperor!
The process was simple!
But it could also pose problems if Mahadeva disagreed, then Lady Master Parvati would have to intervene.
Kashigyakya pondered this as he listened.
It seemed to make some sense!
But...
"Teacher!"
"I was only borne by my father, wasn’t I?"
Kashigyakya asked.
Upon hearing this, Indra’s voice became even more earnest, "That’s exactly why you should give this gift. Father and mother are one entity. You were conceived by your father with your mother’s hopes, essentially giving your mother a sense of participation."
Hearing these words, Kashigyakya appeared somewhat enlightened.
He slightly lowered his head, looking at the lion.
[Lion-faced] Asura was indeed still an Asura!
With a dark, impetuous nature, unruly and stubborn.
Could his mother subdue this lion?
Whoosh!
At that moment, God of Wealth Kubera came waddling over, hands on his belly, followed by him waving his arms, his fingertips’ gold rings glittering brilliantly.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
"My treasury, don’t forget my treasures!"
Kubera hurriedly spoke.
Being the Guardian of Goddess Lakshmi’s treasury, he couldn’t allow those treasures moved by the Toraga to remain in the Earth realm.
"Don’t worry!"
"I’ve already sent [Mandara Mountain] to Earth realm. I think Sukhacara and others will return them!"
Indra declared.
Not returning the money?
If Earth doesn’t return the money, then they would continue to fight!
Phew~
Kubera patted his chest, his gold necklace clinking, feeling slightly relieved.
The Devas had a complete victory!
If those Asuras knew what was good for them, they would hand over the items voluntarily, and even if they didn’t, Sukhacara would surely force them to hand it over.
Whish!
Indra’s eyes flickered as he scanned the surroundings.
The Mountains already stood before him in eager anticipation, transformed into gigantic peaks, with Wings of Light gently flapping behind them.
"Mountains!"
"You are full of strength and courage."
"Next, I will sever your wings and remove the curse!"
Indra smiled, holding the Divine Cleaver in his hand, gently tapping it in his palm.
In an instant, the Mountains were overjoyed.
"The curse is finally going to be lifted!"
"That’s great!"
"Praise the wielder of the axe! Praise Indra!"
The Mountains were excited, cheering and quickly lined up in formation, one after another standing in front of Indra.
Mount Gaya was the quickest, taking position at the front of the Mountains.
He stood tall and took a deep breath.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
"Please be gentle!"
Mount Gaya took another deep breath and whispered his caution.
"Don’t worry!"
Indra’s face was full of smiles.
His craftsmanship was no sham. Atop the Milk Sea, with the Divine Cleaver, he had dismembered countless demons in an instant, making severing wings a breeze.
"That’s good!"
Mount Gaya breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as the words fell, a chillingly cold light from the axe blade swept past, causing Mount Gaya to reflexively close his eyes.
Whish!
"It’s done!"
Indra announced.
Upon hearing this, Mount Gaya opened his eyes in astonishment.
Was it that fast?
He looked carefully.
A pair of wings, entangled like Nagas, fell down, instantly dropping from the peak.
Mount Gaya felt his back and indeed there was nothing there.
The wings had been severed!
"Praise Indra!"
Mount Gaya brought his palms together, joyfully saying.
"Next one, please!"
Indra nodded and then shook his head, waving the Divine Cleaver to call the next one forward.
"Next one!"
"Next one."
"Another one..."
The Mountains took their turns.
Finally, after much effort, the Sons of the Mountains all lost their wings, leaving heaps of wings accumulating in the void, resembling small mountains.
"The curse is finally lifted!"
"Praise the Heavenly Emperor! Praise Indra!"
"Praise the Heavenly Emperor! Praise Indra!"
...
Waves of praises echoed continuously.
Indra smiled warmly, nodding slightly.
Good!
Next, he could proceed to Kailash, report back to Shiva and Parvati, and incidentally discuss the matters of succession.
Whish!
At that moment, a dazzling light flashed, materializing and descending among the Devas.
"Vishvakarman!"
Sun God Surya was taken aback, surprised to see his father-in-law Vishvakarman appearing there.
Vishvakarman paid no heed to Surya.
He just stared intently at the pile of severed wings.
"Excellent!"
"Splendid items indeed!"
The Artisan God Vishvakarman took a few steps closer, widened his eyes, and closely inspected the pile of wings, then somewhat excitedly approached Indra.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
"Kind and magnanimous Indra!"
"These Mountain Wings are excellent materials for forging; I implore you to bestow these items upon me so that I may craft a chariot frame for you!"
Overjoyed by his find, Vishvakarman exclaimed excitedly.
