The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 134 - 133: The Resurrection of Chiyou

Chapter 134: Chapter 133: The Resurrection of Chiyou

But how could Hong Jun’s sermons be so easy to remember? After searching for a while, the Six Saints unanimously discovered that the cushion beneath them was the best tool.

This could be considered an exclusive benefit for Hong Jun’s disciples.

The cushion that held the most profound insights contained Lady Nuwa’s cultivation of the way of creation. No matter how realistic Nezha’s False Dao seemed, it was still false, while Nuwa’s way of creation could truly manifest something out of nothing.

Nezha continuously absorbed the nutrients he could utilize from it, perfecting his own Dao in the hopes of walking further on his path.

By reaching the True Immortal stage, both the quality and quantity of his mana improved, but his combat strength increased only slightly.

Perhaps only by reaching the Profound Immortal stage and forming his Dao Seed would his abilities undergo a significant leap, allowing him to further perfect many techniques.

However, Nezha was not in a rush. After all, he had personally taken down a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint before (though Yunxiao did most of the heavy lifting).

Comprehending the Dao was an extremely tedious task, but Nezha did not find it boring. With such optimal cultivation conditions, it was something others wouldn’t even dare to dream of.

If allowed, Nezha could have continued cultivating endlessly.

But the reality was that Nezha’s thoughts were overly optimistic. Where in this world was there love without cause?

That day, Nezha suddenly sensed a disturbance from one of his magical treasures. With a single thought, he summoned the treasure showing the unusual movement—it was none other than the Xuanyuan Sword.

This supreme treasure of the Human Dao held great significance, so Nezha rarely used it. Now the sword was trembling incessantly, its tip pointing directly toward the battlefield between the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Could it be that something troublesome had emerged again over there?

Could those Asuras have become so savage that they were affecting the Qi Fortune of the Human Clan?

Whether from the perspective of his teacher’s position or that of the three elders of Fire Cloud Cave, this matter could not be left unattended.

He stood up, put away the Mountain and River Map, and walked out of his closed-door cultivation. Outside, No Brainer, Unhappy, and his three mounts were playing mahjong.

Nezha wasn’t surprised. After interacting with them for so long, he had completely come to understand their personalities.

"Sister Bixiao, Sister Qiong Xiao, my journey to the Three Immortals Island has been supremely beneficial, but I must attend to important matters now. I’ve come specifically to bid you farewell.

Please also pass on my regards to Sister Yun and Brother Zhao."

Qiong Xiao, eyes fixed on her mahjong tiles, responded, "Huh? Aren’t you going to say goodbye to my eldest sister personally?"

Bixiao, in a similar state, echoed, "Yeah, my eldest sister holds you in high regard!"

Nezha smiled wryly. For an Immortal to close themselves off for cultivation for several hundred or even a thousand years was all too normal—he could afford to wait.

He could only reply, "This is indeed an urgent matter."

"Mahjong win! Pay up!"

Qiong Xiao pouted as she paid up, then, with a sudden glint in her eyes, said to Nezha, "Little Brother Nezha, since you have urgent business, how about letting me help? With your weak cultivation, you definitely can’t handle it on your own."

Bixiao, gathering the winnings, immediately chimed in, "Exactly, exactly! With the help of us two sisters, your success is guaranteed!"

Nezha’s mouth twitched. Were they here to help?

They obviously just wanted an excuse to go out and have fun!

With those two tagging along, a small problem could turn into a big one, and a big problem might escalate to an unbelievable catastrophe. These two were bold enough to provoke even Yuanshi Tianzun himself—Nezha simply wasn’t qualified to be their teammate.

But he had to phrase it tactfully: "I wouldn’t dare risk it. Sister Yun’s temper—you both are well aware of it."

The moment Nezha mentioned their elder sister, No Brainer and Unhappy immediately quieted down and didn’t clamor to "help" any longer.

Nezha breathed a sigh of relief and promised to visit when he had free time, finally managing to make his escape.

But as soon as he left the Three Immortals Island, he heard the voice of Lady Houtu: "Come."

After pondering for a moment, he realized that since the matter involved the Xuanyuan Sword and the Witch Clan in the underworld, he already had a good idea of what was going on.

Who could have brought this figure out for a stroll again?

Opening the Ghost Gate, he arrived at Houtu Palace in the underworld. Lady Houtu remained as serene and gentle as ever, though it was unclear why Niu Tou (Oxhead) and Ma Mian (Horseface) were trembling on their knees.

"Li Nezha pays his respect to the Great Virtue Lady Houtu!"

Houtu, seeing Nezha kneel, shot a glance at Niu Tou and Ma Mian. The two immediately understood, scrambling out of Houtu Palace in a panic.

"I called you here, and I’m sure you’ve already guessed why, haven’t you?"

Nezha responded with a question, "The Xuanyuan Sword I carry has sensed something, combined with your concern, Lady—could it be Warlord Chi You?"

Houtu gave a slight nod, then explained to Nezha, "In ancient times, the demons ruled the heavens and the witches governed the earth. When the Human Clan was first founded, they lived upon the land, and their physical forms were modeled after Father God’s Innate Taoist Body by Nuwa. Thus, they share many similarities with the Witch Clan. Because of this, our Witch Clan did not consider the Human Clan as prey to be hunted.

But different clans have inherently divergent hearts, so we neither sheltered nor harmed them.

However, humans are intelligent and brimming with sentiment. As time passed, interactions between humans and witches inevitably resulted in some intermarriage, producing descendants with mixed bloodlines. Any such offspring with Witch Clan bloodline were accepted by us and provided with protection.

What happened afterward, as you know, was the Witch Demon War. Both clans retreated from the world, and the Human Clan, enduring endless hardships, ultimately became the protagonists of the world. The contributions of those with Witch Clan bloodlines were instrumental in this achievement."

"Although half-witches lacked the raw power of pureblood witches, they possessed physiques tens of times stronger than ordinary humans. Among the exceptional ones, a few were able to rival the Witch Clan itself. Chi You was one such extraordinary being born of this fusion.

He grew up in a human tribe protected by the Witch Clan, received the tribe’s full support, and, coupled with his formidable talent, his cultivation rivaled that of Da Yi. However, because he carried human lineage, he was never able to revert to an Ancestor Witch form.

After the Witch Clan withdrew to the underworld, he led his tribe in a confrontation against the Yellow Emperor, an event I believe you are familiar with."

Nezha hadn’t expected that Warlord Chi You truly possessed human blood. This meant the matter indeed fell under Human Clan affairs, leaving the underworld with little authority to intervene.

"Then, Lady, do you know why Chi You has suddenly resurrected?"

Houtu did not answer directly but instead said, "Back then, after Chi You’s defeat, the Yellow Emperor was unable to destroy him completely and could only dismember him and seal the parts. His head was taken beyond Beihai to the north, but where exactly it was placed I do not know."

"Beyond Beihai..."

The region north of Beihai was an endless expanse. According to the Primordial divisions, it was the Beiming—a territory under the rule of Demon Master Kunpeng. Why would Kunpeng be stirring up trouble?

Nezha couldn’t answer that, but the matter of Chi You indeed needed to be dealt with. The reputation Nezha had earned in the Three Realms was all self-made!

From the underworld, he directly teleported to Qinyang. In the distant horizon, Chi You—still asleep—seemed to sense the presence of the Xuanyuan Sword nearby. His once-shut eyes snapped open.

Countless dormant skeletons, sensing Chi You’s awakening, suddenly came to life with ghostly blue flames blazing in their eye sockets. Emerging from the earth in another form, they rose anew within the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

After leading his White Bone Army out, Chi You directly seized Xiqi City. For his army, a ruined city was of no consequence—his skeletal creatures required no sustenance, and the raging resentment on this battlefield served as their perfect sustenance.

Standing over three meters tall, Chi You had an imposing, dark complexion, with sinewy, rock-solid muscles wrapped in terrifying black tattoos. In his hands, he wielded a massive Tiger Soul Saber that exuded an intimidatingly masculine allure.

This was Warlord Chi You. Though resurrected by resentment, blood, and other forces, he had not completely lost his sanity.