The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 110 - 109 Various Matters of Nantang

Chapter 110: Chapter 109 Various Matters of Nantang

"Nezha, your cultivation has grown stronger again. When will we be able to move forward in our relationship? I’m practically becoming an old maid, and my mother is worried sick. Don’t forget, our family has a throne to inherit."

Truly, there’s a throne to inherit at home.

Daji, her cheeks flushed, leaned against Nezha’s chest, one arm draped around him while the other roamed restlessly. Previously, Nezha had fooled her with some nonsense about how losing Primordial Yin before achieving Immortal Ascension would have significant consequences and how it would all be different afterward.

Now even King Ji had figured it out: as long as he stayed on that throne, he wouldn’t ascend to immortality!

Best to quickly have a son and pass the seat down—that was the proper course of action.

Nezha, perhaps influenced by notions from his past life, wasn’t planning on having children at all—not now, at least.

He genuinely felt that he was still young. Kids? He had no concept of that. "I’m still a baby myself; why would I need another baby?"

For mortals, Nezha being in his twenties was not too young. But for immortals, Nezha was still ridiculously young. Even the most average Human Immortal one met on the road often had to cultivate for a hundred to eighty years—let alone those with more profound cultivation.

Even someone as seemingly young and adorably foolish as Long Ji, strictly speaking, was like an old cow grazing on tender grass—and that grass had barely sprouted.

Nezha pursed his lips and didn’t bother hiding it, leaning into his honesty mantra: "I don’t like kids. I don’t want any."

Daji, as the first person to get close to Nezha, had actually thoroughly investigated his past early on. While she didn’t know every detail, she understood 70-80% of it.

Hearing Nezha’s words, she figured it must be due to his childhood traumas causing him to think this way. After all, whose child is born and immediately lives in a temple, only to end up sent to Chaoge at a young age?

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt. Her maternal instincts overflowed as she pulled Nezha into her snowy white embrace.

"If you don’t like kids, then forget it. In the future, we can just enlighten a spirit to raise as a plaything. As for the throne, well, I think our parents are still young; they can work harder at it."

Nezha, while enjoying the snowy embrace, thought to himself that he did seem to have a younger sister in the future... but all of that would be much later.

As for Daji and Deng Chanyu, he couldn’t let things drag on like this forever either.

"With the Shang-Zhou war raging now, the people are suffering. I originally founded the Taiping Heavenly Sect to bring peace to the world. When true unity is achieved, I’ll find a way for you and Chanyu to retire."

Daji got up, looked at Nezha, and asked, "With all the back-and-forth fighting, who knows how long this will drag on?"

Nezha exhaled and pretended to calculate: "It’s soon, soon. The West Zhou side has people watching over things."

"Huh? Then what about our Li Tang?" Daji blinked and asked vaguely.

Nezha gave a reassuring look and said, "It’s fine; we have even more people on our side."

They went on to discuss some serious matters. When the Kongtong Seal was mentioned, Nezha was rather taken aback. How could there be such an unbroken streak of good fortune?

It really was high risk, high reward.

After staying with Daji for a few more days, Lady Yin, apart from occasionally bringing them food, rarely disturbed them. Clearly, she still harbored hopes of having grandchildren. The eldest and the second sons were unreliable, so all her hopes were pinned on Nezha.

Afterward, Nezha departed for Xinye. On Deng Chanyu’s end, she obviously knew Nezha had returned and barely managed to resist the urge to go find him, waiting until she finally saw him.

As a grown-up girl, her face wasn’t as thin-skinned as before. Right in front of her father and elder brother, she grabbed Nezha and dragged him to her quarters, saying along the way, "I’ve been working hard on Body Refinement lately; Nezha, come and properly check the results."

Deng Jiugong and Deng Xiu exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Ah, right, right, you two go ahead!"

Since the infamous Su Quanzhong stinky sock incident (ps Chapter 48), Daji had been pondering finding herself a sister-in-law. In these times, proper matches between families were still a big deal. Eventually, Su Quanzhong married a Huang Family girl.

When Deng Chanyu saw this, she thought she couldn’t let her elder brother remain a bachelor either. So, after discussing with Daji, she directly found a cousin of Daji to take as her own sister-in-law.

Somehow, getting married seemed to have opened his mind a bit. He wasn’t as dense as before, just looking for Nezha to drink with. Of course, he still wanted to drink with Nezha now but was holding back. What pleased him most about his brother-in-law Nezha was his drinking capacity.

Not that Nezha had no other good qualities, but his alcohol tolerance was simply extraordinary!

...

Inside Deng Chanyu’s quarters.

"Hey, stop pinching my foot! It’s so ticklish."

Nezha pinched her delicate, shapely little foot a couple more times before letting go and bluntly declaring, "Have you been running around outside all day without washing your feet?"

Deng Chanyu, who’d been panting and out of strength, suddenly sat up in a huff. "Ahhhh!"

"Li Nezha, today I’m shoving my foot down your throat!"

After some playful scuffling, they got down to talking about serious matters, primarily concerning Nanbo Hou’s desire to surrender.

Nanbo Hou, E Chongyu, who had been conscripted by the court, had been leading troops in constant battles. The phrase "when gods fight, mortals suffer" wasn’t just for show. His forces had been decimated repeatedly, leaving almost nothing.

But that wasn’t even the most terrifying part—he discovered that the ’Netherworld Demons’ were eating people!

When Shen Gongbao signed the agreement with Bodhisattva, allowing Asura to assist, Great Shang had to provide enough souls. The plan was to secretly gather some from the battlefield here and there.

However, he underestimated the ferocity of the Blood Sea beings. In the Blood Sea, what kind of life did the Asura live?

Fighting every day, perpetual violence, never enough to eat or wear—not enough to sustain life.

But now? There was food, drink, and battles—a veritable paradise!

As time passed, their predatory instincts became harder to suppress. From initially consuming corpses, they began using their superior physical strength and spells to regard the Shang Army as blood food—moving on to eating the living.

Wen Zhong, stationed in Chaoge, was unaware of this. Shen Gongbao simply didn’t care—as far as he was concerned, dying in battle or being eaten made no difference. In his leopard mind, it was all just the cost of war.

The independent immortals Shen Gongbao recruited held similar views—after all, they weren’t the ones being eaten.

But Nanbo Hou, who was a proper member of the Human Clan, did not know that Wen Zhong was unaware. He simply thought the entire Great Shang had gone mad and was aligning with cannibalistic demons.

So he decisively wrote a letter telling his second son, stationed at the main camp, to defect to Nantang. "Don’t concern yourself with me; let me die on the battlefield as a loyal Shang Minister."

The letter reached Qinyang City at the same time as the news of Nanbo Hou’s death in battle. E Chongyu described in detail the current state of the Shang Army.

E Laoer, without hesitation, sent Deng Chanyu a letter of surrender. After all, he’d never cut ties with his elder brother and was eager to meet the famed Great Shang hero, Tuo Ta Li Tianwang. And just as Deng Chanyu received the letter, Nezha arrived.

The matter of Asura eating people was Great Shang’s problem. Whatever methods they used to strike deals with the Asura, Nezha also figured out.

This was a transaction between both parties’ consent. However much he disliked it, standing from his new position, he couldn’t interfere. It was clear—Heaven’s Will to destroy Shang wasn’t just talk.

A string of natural and man-made disasters, combined with internal and external strife, was relentlessly pushing Yin Shang’s war chariot toward the edge of a cliff. Even if Yin Shou had been wise and not obsessed with cultivation, what difference would it make?

Someone would eventually jump out and slam on the accelerator for the chariot speeding toward destruction.

Brakes?

Where were the brakes?

Both sides were pure accelerators!