The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 163 - 162 Three Sects Mobilize

Chapter 163: Chapter 162 Three Sects Mobilize

Bringing the Colossal Spirit Immortal’s band along, they arrived at Kunlun Mountain’s Yuxu Palace, where the Child Bai He was already waiting.

Bai He didn’t think much of others, but he was somewhat amicable toward Nezha since both appeared in youthful forms and were equally attractive. "Junior Master, please follow me!"

Nezha, unsure of Bai He’s preferences, took out a small purse filled with toys, hair care cream, and a few trinkets to gift Bai He.

Bai He glanced briefly before accepting it. Despite not understanding some of the items, it didn’t matter—it was Nezha’s courteous attitude that pleased him.

Far smarter than some Dragon Immortal, who only knew to question things and never cared to demonstrate goodwill.

Bai He’s demeanor grew warmer, chatting and introducing the affairs of Yuxu Palace as they walked.

Inside the main hall of Yuxu Palace, the Twelve Golden Immortals were reduced to eight—three had entered the rankings, and one was confined.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat loftily atop a cloud cushion, dressed in a white Daoist robe, appearing exceedingly refined.

Nezha bowed deeply and performed a formal salute, immaculately executed: "Third Disciple of the Mystic Sect, Li Nezha, greets the Saint Uncle. May the Saint Uncle’s immortal longevity be boundless and the Immortal Dao forever flourish!"

Yuanshi Tianzun gazed at Nezha and nodded slightly, saying, "The purpose of my Nephew’s visit is understood. Guang Chengzi, take your Junior Brother and set forth."

From his cushion, Guang Chengzi descended and respectfully saluted: "Yes, Teacher!"

Yuanshi Tianzun then vanished from the cloud cushion.

Nezha turned to bow toward the current members of the Chan Sect, saying, "Nezha greets the Senior Brothers."

Guang Chengzi smiled approvingly and said, "Last time, it was our Junior Brother who commanded with precision, allowing us to smoothly eliminate the demon. This time, Chan Sect Immortals will all follow Junior Brother’s lead."

"Agreed."

This was Guang Chengzi’s way of reciprocating Nezha’s merits from last time.

Nezha, accompanied by the Chan Sect Immortals and the Colossal Spirit Immortal, headed toward Nanchang, when brilliant lights from afar interrupted them. Soon, they ’accidentally’ encountered a group of Western Sect disciples led by two Saint disciples—Dashizhi and Maitreya.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries briefly, but upon hearing the situation concerning Jin Can, Maitreya and Dashizhi immediately showed righteous indignation and declared that the Western Sect disciples would never let such matters slide!

Nezha didn’t object, as these workers effectively volunteered themselves—it was more than welcome!

After all, when it came to dividing merits, Nezha was certain to claim the lion’s share since he was the initiator and leader of this mission.

Meanwhile, Fire Spirit Saint Mother had hurried back to Golden Turtle Island and immediately sought out her master, Duobao, who happened not to be in seclusion.

When Fire Spirit Saint Mother shattered three life-saving jade talismans earlier, Duobao had sensed it, knowing that the talismans contained his Slaying Immortal Sword Qi.

Though limited by the talisman’s material, normally, even a Daluo Sword Immortal struck by it would suffer grave injuries. Taking a second strike would likely be fatal; Fire Spirit had unleashed all three at once. According to his calculations, his disciple was unlikely to return.

After all, if she had encountered a Quasi-Saint, it was impossible for her to land three consecutive strikes. Yet, Jin Can—this bumpkin—had absorbed the full brunt, even triggering a combo effect. Without innate divine skills, he’d likely be crippled by now.

As Duobao mulled over this, thinking she must have perished, he calculated further upon stepping out of Golden Turtle Island—only to discover his reckless disciple turned out to be unharmed.

Duobao Daoist: "???"

If she’s fine, well, then let her come back herself—she’ll undoubtedly seek him out straight away.

True to form, Fire Spirit sought him out immediately upon returning. By now, Duobao had essentially become more of a father figure, warmer than your average familial bond.

Fire Spirit carefully recounted the events to Duobao Daoist, leaving him exasperated. Yin Shou was practically finished, yet she still ventured out to assist?

This only stirred Duobao’s dissatisfaction toward Wen Zhong, wondering at his selective favoritism: does he only target those he’s most connected to?

At this point, Duobao saw Wen Zhong the same way one might view a young punk riding ghost fire—a debt-ridden troublemaker pulling his daughter deeper into the mud.

Too bad Jin Ling Saint Mother was still in seclusion, repairing the Four Symbols Tower; otherwise, they’d have much to discuss regarding these matters.

"You should distance yourself from Wen Zhong in the future. His tribulation energy has clouded his mind beyond saving; let him indulge in his Grandmaster dream by himself!"

"We cultivators of immortality seek longevity and eternal vision. Mortals and their kingdoms last no more than a century—a mere blink of an eye. How can we be so deeply entangled?"

Fire Spirit Saint Mother obediently replied, "Yes, Master."

Duobao was surprised by her compliance; his advice had fallen on deaf ears in the past. Why was she suddenly so docile?

Fire Spirit’s eyes gleamed as she said, "Master, where does Nezha, our Daoist Friend, practice? Why haven’t I seen him before?"

Duobao Daoist: "..."

Still, her associating with Nezha was far better than dealing with Wen Zhong, that trouble-ridden fool.

Duobao lightly tapped Fire Spirit’s forehead. "Stop dawdling—if you don’t hurry, you might miss your chance to cheer for your Daoist Friend Nezha."

"Hehe, Master~"

Duobao took Fire Spirit Saint Mother to meet Saint Tongtian. Thanks to Fire Spirit’s close ties as a third-generation direct disciple, Tongtian Sect Master had been observing the entire incident broadcast in real time.

Upon Duobao’s arrival, Tongtian summoned forth a gleaming green treasure sword that floated in front of Duobao Daoist. Duobao, straightforward with his teacher, picked up the Qingping Sword and, along with Fire Spirit, began gathering disciples to eliminate Jin Can.

Though he didn’t need to personally take part, he still showed up to support his disciple despite being injured. Luo Hou’s previous attack had been no trivial matter, and it was precisely why Tongtian Sect Master hadn’t entrusted him with the Slaying Immortal Sword this time.

The Slaying Immortal Sword, forged by Luo Hou himself, was imbued with an irrepressible torrent of demonic qi. Saint Tongtian could purify it with his mystical capabilities, but doing so would render the sword useless.

Hence, he deliberately left the demonic energy intact. His approach to battling demonic forces was simple: Nezha tackled the mental aspect, whereas he handled the physical—leave it to brute force.

This was also a refinement method for the Dao Heart.

While Tongtian could manage four-on-one battles, his disciples were far more vulnerable. As the Dao and demon became increasingly entangled at higher cultivation levels, reaching profound heights sadly deepened demonic tendencies.

For this reason, Tongtian typically allocated only one treasure sword per disciple. Since Duobao wasn’t in peak condition, giving him a demonic blade would risk a vulnerability to Luo Hou, and Saint Tongtian wouldn’t risk it.

As the Jie Sect’s Chief Direct Disciple, Duobao’s authority was indisputable. He quickly rallied a large number of disciples, including direct disciples Gui Ling Saint Mother, the Outer Four Great Disciples—Sanxiao, and the Zhao Gongming siblings.

Initially, Old Zhao was preparing to cut his corpse—a widely known ambition among the Jie Sect. Duobao hadn’t planned to summon him, but Old Zhao’s excellent access to information allowed him to sniff out the news. He relayed it to his sisters, and No Brainer and Unhappy eagerly jumped in to lend a hand.

Old Zhao had indeed been diligently cultivating, though to no avail—his progress was zero, entirely without direction. He’d expected his eldest sister to reject going, only to find her surprisingly agreeable.

The Jie Sect mobilized a formidable force: one Second Corpse Quasi-Saint (Duobao Daoist), two One Corpse Quasi-Saints (Yunxiao and Gui Ling Saint Mother), one Zero Corpse Quasi-Saint (Zhao Gongming), along with hundreds of True Immortals, Profound Immortals, several Golden Immortals, and Taiyi Golden Immortals—a terrifyingly strong lineup.

Nezha, leading the Chan Sect and Western Sect Immortals, arrived in Nanchang ahead of them to rendezvous with Yun Zhongzi. Outside Nanchang now stood a massive construction—the Immortal Platform hastily built by Daji, following Nezha’s commands.

The quality? Not great, but it was grand and eye-catching.

Nezha felt it would be far too ridiculous if a troop of immortals had to sit upon reed huts—it would make South Tang seem poorly hospitable and downright tacky.

Rather than that, building something new was much better. Southern Tang’s expertise in such constructions was unquestionable.

Just look at this Immortal Platform—how magnificent!

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