The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 147 - 146: The Proud Feathered Immortal

Chapter 147: Chapter 146: The Proud Feathered Immortal

Now, all we need to do is quietly wait for Mother to be released after serving her sentence. Though this formation is said to be for imprisonment, isn’t it also a form of protection?

Several hundred years will pass in no time; to immortals, it’s not considered long.

Yaoji continuously watched the three figures outside. How could she not see the similarity between her daughter and Nezha? But this isn’t important; a future son-in-law is still a son-in-law.

As the matter came to an end, Nezha handed the Plain Cloud Realm Banner to Yang Chan so she could bring it back to Long Ji.

Meanwhile, Nezha intended to head to West Zhou. The Pangolin Spirit was actually an actor he had recruited from Bai Ze; otherwise, how could he have entered the grand formation set by Hao Tian? How could he have landed a decisive blow on the local deity?

The Pangolin Spirit was destined not to survive. Of course, he was already gravely injured and wouldn’t have lived for much longer anyway, but Nezha was a principled person. If the task is satisfactorily done, he wouldn’t be stingy.

Nezha planned to finish him off and then transfer a wisp of his remaining soul to the Investiture of the Gods—a small divinity arranged by Old Jiang in heaven would be a far better fate than to die and enter the wheel of reincarnation.

This arrangement was made in advance. After all, with Nezha’s network, he could set things up anywhere!

Yang Jian, who had been missing for so long, also intended to return. However, this time, he planned to switch allegiances to Nantang. If Jinzha and Muzha could go, why couldn’t he?

Junior Master Li is now my brother-in-law; if I continued aiding West Zhou, an outsider, wouldn’t that make me an idiot?

As for my master, he’s already on the list. He has surpassed his tribulations, so psychologically, there’s no obstacle in leaving.

Since the journey was long, Nezha opening another spatial passage while carrying Yang Jian proved challenging. He couldn’t leave this "Second Uncle" behind, so they traveled together. Fortunately, both had swift pace.

As they passed through a mountain range, a sudden tempest erupted in the sky. Yang Jian and Nezha reacted swiftly, instantly realizing an ambush.

Yang Jian drew the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, and Nezha readied the God Slaying Spear.

On high alert, they scanned the surroundings, but found nothing. Even Yang Jian’s Divine Power Heavenly Eye detected nothing unusual.

Suddenly, a slew of golden feathers emerged from the clouds around them, each sparkling with sharp Sword Qi, scattering rapidly to attack the two.

Both, skilled in martial arts, swung their weapons—blades and spear—to fend off the incoming feathers one by one.

Nezha did not grow furious but calmly placed the Mountain and River Map beneath their feet while quietly observing the surroundings to pinpoint the assailant’s location. At the same time, he pondered whether he had incurred resentment or stirred karmic entanglements recently.

Regrettably, after a long observation, he was unable to identify the enemy’s position or deduce who they might be.

Still, this situation wasn’t sustainable. On any battlefield, literal or metaphorical, Nezha preferred to take the initiative.

He urged Yang Jian to hide within the Mountain and River Map, as his arm hadn’t fully healed—this battle was beyond his capability.

Nezha then quickly chanted an incantation, pseudo-Dao Qi swirling as a fiery Great Sun rose behind him. The golden flames of the Great Sun surrounded Nezha entirely. As the golden feathers closed in, they were instantly incinerated by the Great Sun Golden Flame.

Nezha then transformed into a golden crow, merging into the Great Sun behind him. The celestial sphere rapidly expanded as the terrifyingly high temperatures of the Great Sun Golden Flame spread quickly, burning all the scattered golden feathers to ash.

From a particular spot within the clouds, a streak of golden light shot forth, lunging directly toward him. Powerful mana collided with the Great Sun, causing it to tremble violently.

Nezha immediately sensed this opponent’s cultivation level far surpassed both Lv Yue and Chiyou, prompting him to elevate his vigilance to the maximum. He retracted the Great Sun and transformed into a streak of violet-gold light to chase the golden beam.

The golden light refrained from employing any divine skill yet moved incredibly swiftly. Though Nezha used the Rainbow Transformation Technique in his golden crow form, he could only barely keep up. Moreover, the aerial clash caused Nezha—whose cultivation was far weaker—to clearly fall into a disadvantage.

After separating briefly, both revealed themselves. Nezha reverted to his true form, feigning severe injuries with a slightly pale complexion, while before him stood the attacker—a Peng Bird, dressed in a Daoist robe and adorned with golden feathers—the Feathered Immortal.

Nezha scratched his head. "When did I ever provoke this bird-man?"

Still, dare to ambush me? That’s a surefire path to self-destruction!

The Feathered Immortal didn’t immediately attack again. With his eagle-like head, Nezha couldn’t discern his expression. He squawked in a sharp voice: "Was it you who killed my junior? Today I’m here to teach you a lesson. Don’t assume that possessing some Dao skills permits you to stir trouble everywhere! The Primordial World runs deep!"

Nezha: "..."

You’ve got some nerve, thinking you’re qualified to lecture me.

Upon hearing "junior," Nezha recalled the only idiot he’d interacted with—the Gu Diao. Problem was, I didn’t even kill that guy!

Though killing intent surged within Nezha, he remained composed outwardly, pretending to respectfully inquire: "Immortal Master, this must be a misunderstanding. I’ve always maintained friendly relations with the Jie Sect; why would I maliciously make life difficult for revered seniors?"

The bird-man raised his head arrogantly, his beak tilted higher than his forehead, speaking haughtily: "Little child, I am one of Saint Tongtian’s Seven Attendant Immortals, the Feathered Immortal. What I say exists because I say it!"

"Oh? Then please forgive me. This junior is willing to offer compensation."

Seeing Nezha’s increasingly deferential tone, Feathered Immortal raised his beak even higher and extended his hand: "Since we’re all Mystic Sect members, I won’t kill you outright. Hand over all your Spiritual Treasures to compensate for my nephew’s death!"

Nezha’s face twitched.

Seriously? I try sweet-talking you, and you start floating in delusions? Isn’t this just a pet bird raised by Saint Tongtian?

Already resolved to kill him, Nezha maintained an unbothered demeanor, smiling as he said: "Immortal Master, I have a treasure you might like. How about you come closer to admire it?"

As a Taiyi Golden Immortal, the Feathered Immortal—whose true form was a Golden Winged Great Peng—boasted unmatched speed and combat prowess, rarely finding equals at his level. Those strong enough to defeat him couldn’t catch him; those fast enough to chase him couldn’t best him.

He already dismissed Nezha, a True Immortal, erring further after Nezha’s convincing act.

Nezha continuously retrieved bizarre trinkets from his sleeve, drawing the Feathered Immortal closer, flapping his wings to inspect.

"Aha! Caught you!"

"Take a look at my supreme treasure!"

Feathered Immortal—absorbed in examining Nezha’s white dragon figurine—shifted focus upon hearing the latter. In an instant, he glimpsed the grey spear tip.

Nezha yanked the God Slaying Spear and thrust it toward Feathered Immortal.

Feathered Immortal reacted swiftly, recognizing the danger upon spotting the spearhead. He flapped his wings, tilting and retreating.

But no sooner did he feel the space behind him grow viscous, as though trapped in a marsh. His use of mana to evade came a moment too late, and the spear struck his wing.

The steel-hard feathers offered zero protection. His entire wing was pierced clean through, leaving a massive wound when Nezha tore the spear away.

Feathered Immortal screeched in agony, fleeing while shrieking: "I am a Servant Immortal under the Saint’s tutelage! How dare you launch such a sneak attack on me?"

Nezha was unsurprised by the failed kill strike; his true purpose was merely to disrupt the opponent’s speed.

Bursting into rainbow light once again, he chased after Feathered Immortal, muttering fiercely, "Teacher, please cloak the Tian Ji for your disciple!"

Nuwa—having followed the action all along—found the bird irritating as well. Who do you think you are, daring to chastise my disciple?

She immediately concealed the Tian Ji at this location, advising: "Let loose; Tongtian won’t sense this place for the time being."

Without stopping to offer thanks, Nezha wielded the God Slaying Spear while transformed into a gray-tinged ray that darted swiftly toward the injured Feathered Immortal.

Feathered Immortal exhausted all his strength to escape but, with his wing wounded by the God Slaying Spear, was unable to utilize his previous speed. Furthermore, the injury rapidly worsened.