The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 103 - 102 True Master Yu Ding Makes the List

Chapter 103: Chapter 102 True Master Yu Ding Makes the List

This was not the first time Luo Hou had detonated the earth vein.

Duobao was ruthless as well, directly severing all the Divine Souls that had been bound with the God Slaying Spear, then gathering his mana to annihilate those Divine Souls, tainted with strands of black energy.

Though a long explanation, in reality, Luo Hou’s series of actions took less than the blink of an eye. Though the two third-generation elites of the Mystic Sect were nearing Luo Hou in cultivation, they still suffered at the hands of this senior veteran.

Duobao, gravely injured, showed signs that his cultivation might fall. Xuan Du hurriedly brought out three Nine-Turn Golden Pills and handed them to Duobao. After consuming them, Duobao immediately began to heal and stabilize his cultivation.

Outside, the remaining Array Eyes were detonated by Luo Hou, which caused the earth vein beneath to deteriorate, leading to a massive shockwave. The booming sounds echoed endlessly as waves of black mud spread outward, culminating in a tremendous collapse.

The Western Sect suffered heavily. Originally, their gleaming Dharma Forms, radiant with golden light, were now covered in black spots. The Divine Skills they had painstakingly cultivated over countless years were completely ruined. Fortunately, the Western Sect’s defenses were top-notch, and they excelled in purification. Among all the factions, they endured the least losses.

The Chan Sect also paid a steep price. Among the injured, both minor and grave, the one who suffered the most was not Huang Long but Yu Ding.

Yu Ding was, by sheer misfortune, near an Array Eye that had not been detected. When it was detonated by Luo Hou, True Master Yu Ding summoning his defensive Yu Ding (tripod) was of no avail. The tripod shattered outright. His true body cracked apart, and the most terrifying part was the infiltration of countless impurities through the fissures into his true form.

The grand tripod that hovered above True Master Yu Ding’s head, once radiant like jade, was now mottled with black stains. In summary, True Master Yu Ding was ruined, beyond salvation.

Huang Long, bloodied all over with his hair disheveled, clung to Yu Ding, wailing, "Senior Brother, how did you end up like this? This is all my fault—I failed to protect you."

A straightforward man, Huang Long was deeply remorseful. Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, the only one who barely shared camaraderie with him was Yu Ding. But truly, this matter could not entirely be blamed on him.

If not for his thick skin and a bit of luck, he might have been lying there as well.

Yu Ding consoled Huang Long briefly before turning his attention to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who had harbored some resentment toward Yu Ding due to earlier investigations, had been mingling with the Heavenly Court in the interim. Now, on seeing his master in such a state, he was utterly devastated.

Until just recently, in his heart, apart from his mother and sister, the one he was closest to was none other than his master, True Master Yu Ding.

Yang Jian’s face was etched with sorrow. "Teacher, I..."

No matter the original intentions, by now Yu Ding genuinely regarded Yang Jian as his son. Back then, when Yang Jian sought to cleave the mountain to rescue his mother, it was Yu Ding who stopped him, knowing all too well the consequences of such an act.

At this moment, witnessing Yang Jian’s sincere emotions, the icy heart of Yu Ding, resigned to having his path forever severed, was warmed by a faint glimmer: "Erlang, let’s not bring up the past. As long as you acknowledge me, I shall always be your teacher."

Having endured hardships repeatedly, Yang Jian could no longer hold back. He wept as he knelt and bowed deeply to Yu Ding.

The other Twelve Golden Immortals, though themselves greatly injured, found their wounds manageable and recoverable. Now, seeing their long-time fellow cultivator in this condition, their hearts were filled with sorrow.

Guang Chengzi, in particular, was overwhelmed with guilt, feeling he had failed to take care of his brethren.

Yang Jian pleaded with the others for a way to save his master, but none could offer a solution. Ci Hang, unable to bear watching, ignored her own injuries and used her mana to purify the filth on Yu Ding’s tripod, but it only slightly alleviated Yu Ding’s pain.

Yu Ding, ever decisive, said, "Junior Sister, you are also gravely injured. Do not jeopardize your own path for my sake. Today’s calamity is mine alone to bear, unrelated to anyone else. We shall meet again in the future."

With that, he chose soldier disintegration, channeling his Taiyi Golden Immortal power into the Primordial Lands and sending a sliver of his Primordial Spirit to the Investiture of the Gods.

Witnessing this scene, Nezha could not help but sigh deeply. Such was the Primordial World—one misstep and one’s existence could perish entirely. Though he had powerful backers, he realized he must tread cautiously in the future. Clearly, it was time to study the "Stability Scripture."

In the distance, Xuan Du used the Tai Chi Diagram to suppress the chaotic eruptions of earth, fire, water, and wind, finally calming the explosion of the earth vein and the "cesspool." Peace was momentarily restored.

Duobao’s face appeared slightly pale, and no one could ascertain the extent of his injuries.

The Mystic Sect disciples reassembled, redirecting their attention to Nezha once more.

The Primordial World had, once again... started leaking!

It was as if while his teacher repaired rooftops, all Nezha ever did was fix the sewer systems.

This time the damage was immense. While the location was remote, letting it remain unrepaired risked unknown intrusions from this gateway to the Chaos. Inevitably, it would fall upon the Mystic Sect disciples to handle it.

But as for how to fix this hole? Well, wasn’t there a specialist here?

If Nezha couldn’t handle it, there was always Lady Nuwa. If Lady Nuwa failed, they could just pack their things and drift into Chaos.

Nezha examined the site thoroughly and grew a bit exasperated. This time the situation was no trivial matter; it was beyond what Nezha, a Heavenly Immortal, could manage.

"Teacher, teacher, I think I can’t handle this!"

"No, you can!"

Nezha: "..."

Lady Nuwa couldn’t be bothered to take action herself. After considering briefly, she devised a complex procedure that reduced the cultivation requirements.

She then explained the method to Nezha in detail.

After a round of, "Break this down, then break it down further," Nezha finally understood how to patch the breach.

"Teacher, why don’t you handle it yourself?"

"Youngsters need to face more challenges. If I do everything, what’s the point of having you around?"

Nezha hastily assented but suspected his teacher was just being lazy—though he dared not say it aloud.

Upon reflection, it became clear Lady Nuwa was simply using this as a teaching moment for him.

Coming to his senses, Xuan Du approached Nezha. "Junior Brother, do you have a way to mend this breach?"

Nezha nodded. "I have a method, but my mana is insufficient. I’ll need the help of our fellow brothers and sisters."

Duobao, Dashizhi, and Guang Chengzi all voiced their agreement.

Nezha first approached Shi Ji. However, this reclusive homebody had not shown up. Nezha mentioned she would be needed to refine the materials, and Duobao sent a female immortal to summon her.

Meanwhile, Xuan Du kept the Tai Chi Diagram pressed against the breach to prevent it from worsening or attracting the intrusion of Chaos Creatures.

Nezha rallied the immortals from various sects to begin the repair work. No one needed convincing to understand the significance—since the Heavenly Emperor Era, obtaining merit had become increasingly difficult. This opportunity to earn merit under Nezha’s lead wasn’t one to miss, so everyone was quite enthusiastic.

Nezha wasn’t the type to hog all the benefits, knowing the Primordial World wasn’t just about conflict but also about social connections!

Circumnavigating the massive pit, Nezha measured the breach carefully. With Xuan Du accompanying him, they descended to its base to calculate the dimensions. Thanks to Grandpa Fu Xi’s expertise in cosmic calculations, though cumbersome, Nezha meticulously obtained accurate data.

The malevolent intent lingering from the Primordial World was entirely expelled into Chaos.

Nezha couldn’t help but wonder—was this also part of your grand scheme?

My esteemed Grandpa Daoist Ancestor.

*Scared.jpg*

Yes, Nezha firmly believed his encounter with Luo Hou was orchestrated by the Daoist Ancestor. After all, for a mere Heavenly Immortal like him, how could he possibly step into such chaos otherwise?

Once Nezha finished his measurements, the long-absent toolsmith Shi Ji had arrived, hard at work refining the necessary stones.

Since last time, when Shi Ji managed to earn merit under Nezha’s lead and subsequently absorbed and refined the Five-Colored Stone to improve her foundation, she had successfully broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm.

It was then Shi Ji had an epiphany:

What good did painstaking solo cultivation do? It was far more practical to piggyback twice on strong allies.

Nezha, I deeply crave progress!

Since then, Shi Ji had been diligently preparing materials to respond promptly to Nezha’s summons. Having patched holes twice before, she was well-acquainted with the necessary resources.

And sure enough, here came another task!

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