The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 159 - 158: A Man Must Be Resolute!

Chapter 159: Chapter 158: A Man Must Be Resolute!

The drama here was unfolding in full swing, and no one had the faintest idea that Shen Gongbao was about to give them a big surprise.

Lady Rashamon hurriedly arrived at the underworld and quickly sought out the Vice Captain of Underworld Security. The big man was familiar with Lady Rashamon; this girl often dropped by to inquire about Nezha, so they knew each other well.

Seeing her approach, he said regretfully, "A few days ago, I heard from Niu Tou and Ma Mian that Nezha came to the underworld once, but unfortunately, he left again."

Lady Rashamon didn’t feel regretful at all; instead, she anxiously said, "Could you two please open the Ghost Gate for me? The Blood Sea just trembled, and it might have something to do with Nezha. I need to warn him right away!"

The Witch Clan might not be known for their intellectual brilliance, but that didn’t mean they were fools. They could tell if someone was speaking the truth or not. Without delay, they hurriedly opened the Ghost Gate and sent Lady Rashamon to the Nanchang Palace.

In King Ji’s bedchamber at Nanchang, Nezha suddenly sensed her arrival.

A flushed Daji, lying limply against Nezha, asked in confusion, "Nezha, what’s going on?"

"Oh, seems like something happened over at the underworld. Just a minor issue."

Then, a faint light flashed outside the bedchamber. Lady Rashamon stepped through the Ghost Gate and appeared in the room. Without hesitation, she pushed the doors wide open and stormed in, only to see Nezha lounging comfortably on the bed. A seductive woman, dressed provocatively, was draped over him.

A sharp voice immediately echoed throughout the royal palace: "What are you two doing?!"

Nezha displayed absolutely no panic as if caught in an adulterous act on the spot. Instead, he nonchalantly stood up and draped a robe over himself.

Daji, on the other hand, rolled her eyes dramatically, pulling the silk quilt tightly around her body. She wasn’t upset in the least. She understood Nezha all too well. Besides, she was the Great King—what hadn’t she seen before?

As long as Nezha cared for her and treated her well, she didn’t really mind the rest.

Now, she simply lay on her side, watching the scene unfold as if it were a show.

Nezha calmly sat at a nearby table, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Princess, may I ask what important matter brings you here?"

At that moment, Lady Rashamon completely forgot why she had come. She pointed a trembling finger at Nezha, saying "You, you, you" for a long time, then turned and pointed accusingly at Daji: "You’re just a fox spirit!"

Daji, no longer the naive girl she once was, didn’t bother asking what a fox spirit meant. She pulled aside the silk quilt, revealing her long, slender legs encased in black stockings. With a jade-like hand, she gently stroked her leg and spoke in an incredibly seductive tone: "Oh dear, it’s not that I want to be like this, but Nezha just likes it!"

Though Lady Rashamon was willful, she couldn’t hold a candle to Daji in this department. With Nezha present, Rashamon didn’t dare make a move. Instead, her tears welled up in frustration and fell like pearls on the spot.

King Ji looked at Nezha somewhat helplessly, as if to say: I couldn’t have predicted this sister of mine would be such a pushover.

If this had been Deng Chanyu in the past, she would’ve stripped down and changed into something even more scandalous right on the spot. Her vibe was all about defiance!

Of course, the current Deng Chanyu was far fiercer than she had been back then.

Nezha sighed inwardly: Go ahead, mess around—when you make her cry, I’ll have to console her in the end.

He grabbed the yellow ribbon he used for tying his hair from the table, found a good angle, and snapped it against Lady Rashamon’s buttocks with a sharp sound.

"What are you crying for? Hold those tears back!"

Men had to be commanding!

Lady Rashamon jolted from the impact on her rear. Her tears did indeed stop, but her face flushed crimson. She carefully approached Nezha, pouring him tea as she said softly and sweetly, "Nezha, don’t be mad~ I just couldn’t help myself earlier."

This sight left Daji, who had been enjoying the drama, utterly bewildered. Wait a moment, sis, what kind of tactic is this?

Taking the freshly poured tea, Nezha sipped it and then seriously admonished, "See, I’ve told you before: there isn’t a single good man in the Primordial World. Not one. And I myself am certainly no exception."

"Besides, I’m just being affectionate with my wife. What are you crying about?"

Lady Rashamon glared daggers at Daji upon hearing this. Daji, however, responded with a smug glance, as if to say: Little girl, once you’re through the door, you’ll have to call me sister-in-law.

Infuriated once more, Lady Rashamon itched to throw hands, but she dared not. So she simply puffed up her cheeks and gave Nezha a pitiful look.

Nezha: "..."

What on earth was all of this?

...

Nezha took Lady Rashamon outside for a private chat, leaving Daji behind to tidy up her clothes.

Once they were alone, Lady Rashamon finally calmed down and began recounting the situation regarding Shen Gongbao. She explained everything in painstaking detail to Nezha.

Then, bowing her head, she said, "Nezha, have I caused you trouble? That Jin Can is ranting in the Blood Sea about avenging Little Black. I heard from the Nether River Mother that Little Black is actually the Mosquito Daoist.

Also, those two monsters are incredibly strong. They’re creating chaos in the Blood Sea, and even Ancestor of Nether River hasn’t shown up."

This information was indeed critical. The Ancestor of Nether River, in his prime, would definitely have been a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint. But now, with the Nether River Mother sharing half of everything, it was presumed he was at most at the peak of the First Corpse level. Combined with the previous heavy losses to the Asura Sect, his current level was likely around Mystic Sect First Corpse.

By comparison, Jin Can and the centipede’s cultivation were probably between First and Second Corpse. If they genuinely came to settle a score, it would be extremely troublesome. Without Saints’ interference, Second Corpse Quasi-Saints were the absolute pinnacle in this Primordial World. How many openly known big shots were even at Second Corpse tier?

Seeing Lady Rashamon still bowing her head in guilt, Nezha ruffled her hair gently, speaking solemnly yet kindly: "Little Rashamon, you’ve been a great help to me this time. Thank you!"

Lady Rashamon immediately felt warmth spread through her entire being as sweetness overflowed in her heart: "Hehe, as long as I can help you, I’m happy~"

Nezha, while not oblivious to emotions, knew this wasn’t the time for romance. He reached into his robe and retrieved a vibrant, elegant green banana leaf, carefully pinning it to Lady Rashamon’s head.

"Rashamon, you should return to the Blood Sea immediately. Tribulation energy is thick outside; don’t linger too long."

With that, he used the Six Dao Reincarnation Order to open another Ghost Gate, sending Lady Rashamon back to the underworld.

Still dazed, Lady Rashamon thought, Nezha gave me a token of love! He really does have feelings for me!

The Witch guards near Yama Hall, watching Lady Rashamon blissfully lost in her own world, all shook their heads in unison. This lovestruck fool was beyond saving.

After sending Lady Rashamon on her way, Nezha was just about to leave the palace hall when he saw Lady Yin rushing over with a group of female attendants in tow. "Nezha, I heard you’ve brought back a sweetheart? Let me see her! Who is she? If she’s suitable, she can move into the palace too!"

Shooting Daji—who was quietly giggling—a side glance, Nezha replied, "Now isn’t the time for this. The underworld has sent word that a Primordial Beast seeks revenge. I need to gather my kin and bring them back first."

With that, he opened a spatial portal and arrived at Deng Chanyu’s location. King Deng, seeing Nezha, immediately rushed at him with a mischievous grin: "Nezha? Missed me already as soon as I left? What, is Daji still not spicy enough for you?"

Having just left Nanchang, King Deng now had to be brought back again.

Nezha gave a brief explanation before creating a fake body. Then, he swiftly ensured that all the Deng Family people were safely escorted away, leaving only Old Li, who refused to return.