The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 183 - 182 Nezha Is Not a Thing

Chapter 183: Chapter 182 Nezha Is Not a Thing

The Dragon King can strut and show off among the other members of the Water Clan, but here in the Ancestor Dragon Hall, he doesn’t even qualify as a grandchild—everyone here is of ancestral rank.

When he arrived, a group of Divine Dragons wasn’t sleeping; instead, they were discussing a matter so significant that even Meng Zhang God had manifested a separate avatar to handle it.

What was this matter? Well, the Ancestor Dragon wanted to install a tube!

Previously, Yuan Feng had flaunted this idea in front of the Ancestor Dragon, irritating him immensely. But afterward, as he mulled it over, wouldn’t installing a tube potentially restore some of his strength?

You must know, he’s just one step away from becoming a Chaos Origin Great Luo Golden Immortal. If he regained a bit of his power, might he have a tiny chance?

Even if he didn’t take that final step, with the ability to shift just slightly, the state of the Dragon Clan would undergo an earth-shattering transformation.

This is why the Dragon Clan was taking this matter so seriously.

The Old Dragon King, upon entering the Ancestor Dragon Hall, was scared half to death—why did everyone show up? Could it be that the item was genuinely taken by the Ancestor himself?

What was everyone planning to do?

He now completely believed it; the things that Nezha reported had indeed been taken by their ancestors!

The Dragon King trembled as he recounted the events and presented the scroll, then knelt on the ground, silent and subdued.

The Divine Dragons exchanged glances. Knowing the full backstory, they didn’t hold Yin Long accountable—after all, the plan was their own idea.

But once the scroll was opened, they collectively gasped!

The things Nezha demanded weren’t achievable with the assets of any single Divine Dragon present, underscoring just how extortionate this was.

The main problem was that too many parties had handled the items—Long Ji, the Queen Mother, Hao Tian, Nezha—all of them greedier than the last.

Yin Long was confused after reading the scroll. "Didn’t I only take thirty or so peaches? Now you want me to lose everything I own?"

But seeing the doubtful looks from his brothers, he knew this was a case of "wet mud in the crotch—whether it’s dirt or something worse, it’s all bad."

So he decided not to explain further and straightforwardly handed over a third of the inventory listed, then played dead and ignored the matter henceforth.

The other Divine Dragons had no issue with this. They handed the scroll and treasures to the East Sea Dragon King and gestured for him to handle it, saying, "If it’s not sufficient, you fill the gap yourself!"

Now, the group was busy scheming for grander matters; minor wealth disparities weren’t worth antagonizing the Heavenly Court over.

The Old Dragon King felt like crying. Despite his dissatisfaction, the suppression from his bloodline left him unable to harbor a single thought of rebellion.

He left Ancestor Dragon Hall carrying the items, heading straight to the South, West, and North Seas—there’s no way he’s footing this bill alone!

Meanwhile, Nezha and his party indulged in games, food, and drink in the Dragon Palace for over half a month. The Four Sea Dragon Kings desperately pooled resources and eventually caught an Evil Dragon, ensuring all of Nezha’s demands were met.

Nezha examined the ten bulging treasure bags and the near-fatally injured Evil Dragon, raising a skeptical question: "Him? He managed to sneak into the Heavenly Court and steal peaches? Are you trying to fool me?"

The Old Dragon King quickly put on a smile and surreptitiously handed another bag to Nezha. "Immortal, immortal, this must have been sheer lucky coincidence, right? The Heavenly Court’s barriers are stringent, and searches are thorough—he must’ve hit the jackpot!"

"Really?"

Seeing Nezha on the brink of saying, "I don’t believe you," the Old Dragon King immediately dug out another bag and handed it over: "Really!"

Nezha felt the items and nodded: "Really."

"Marshal, prepare to transport the Evil Dragon, and let’s head back to the Heavenly Court for our report!"

With that, he handed over a much smaller bag.

Bian Zhuang’s eyes lit up, surprised to have received a share. He gleefully shouted, "At your command!"

Without further delay, the trio returned to the Heavenly Court for their report.

Palace of the Polestar

Hao Tian looked at the barely breathing Evil Dragon with some doubt: "Is this the perpetrator of the crime?"

Nezha stepped forward and handed over five treasure bags obtained from the Dragon Palace while subtly using spatial techniques to fold a sixth bag underneath.

Hao Tian’s gaze flickered slightly, as if lost in thought. After a moment, he said, "Indeed, the Heavenly Court’s defenses still have vulnerabilities, allowing such scoundrels to slip in."

Nezha didn’t bother playing along with Hao Tian’s act. Seeing him affirm it, Nezha considered the matter closed.

The final rewards granted amounted to five thousand Heavenly Merit—exchangeable one-to-one for Merit Points, the kind Daoist Ancestor always provided with special privileges.

This Old Deng, Hao Tian, would rather give Nezha his meticulously accumulated Heavenly Merit than promote him in rank.

Leaving the Palace of the Polestar, Tianpeng casually greeted them before heading back to the Heavenly River to sleep.

From this trip, Nezha acquired twelve treasure bags, giving Bian Zhuang half a bag, six to Hao Tian, and keeping five and a half for himself.

He handed two and a half to Long Ji, asking her to keep half while delivering the remaining two to the Queen Mother. After all, having indulged in her peaches to his heart’s content, it was appropriate to show his gratitude.

Nezha was someone who appreciated kindness but wouldn’t tolerate coercion.

As for Long Ji, who had abundant resources, the gesture of giving her treasures was mostly symbolic.

Long Ji assured him, "I’ll save them for you. If you ever need anything, come retrieve them later."

She carried herself with the demeanor of a young wife.

Watching Long Ji depart for the Turquoise Pool, Nezha headed off to Lishan to cultivate the Seven-colored Divine Light skill using simple yet effective "pay-to-win" methodology.

Once again, deepest thanks to the Dragon Clan for their generous contributions!

After everyone dispersed, Hao Tian stared at the treasure bags on the table, pondering for a while before tucking three into his own pocket.

After even more thought, he pocketed another one, ultimately summoning Taibai Jinxing and handing him one bag, instructing him to oversee the security rebuilding of the Heavenly Court’s Immortal Peach Orchard—this bag would serve as project funding.

With the last bag in hand, he headed to the Turquoise Pool and handed it to the Queen Mother.

Queen Mother: "..."

She looked at the lone treasure bag in her hand and suddenly laughed in frustration. A mere junior like Nezha had brought her two bags as a gesture of filial piety.

Yet her own senior apprentice, the grand Lord of the Three Realms and Great Venerable, had casually tossed her just one bag as if to brush her off?

How could your heart be this miserly?

Even though she gained three treasure bags in total and profited, Hao Tian’s approach left her far from pleased.

Hao Tian, oblivious to it all, felt proud when he saw the Queen Mother’s faint smile.

"Sister, didn’t I say I’d help you recover your losses quickly?"

Regardless of what she thought internally, the Queen Mother maintained decorum—she drank a few cups with Hao Tian in gratitude before promptly sending him away.

Long Ji, who had been hiding in the background, ran out covering her mouth, throwing herself into the Queen Mother’s arms.

"Mother, how could Father be so stingy? Nezha gave him six treasure bags, yet he only offered you one!

And this entire thing occurred because your Immortal Peaches were stolen!"

She added, "He doesn’t even come close to my Nezha!"

The Queen Mother, with an impassive face, lifted her jade wine cup in one hand and gently stroked Long Ji’s hair with the other.

"Child, don’t meddle in matters between me and your father. If you let me worry less about you, I’ll be completely content."

"Mother, I clearly listen to you so well—how am I causing you worry?"

"Oh? Did I ever ask you to cling to that boy Nezha every day?"

Had anyone else said this, it wouldn’t have fazed her, but something about her mother teasing her directly made Long Ji blush.

She tried her best to retort, "Isn’t it because you taught me to grab good things whenever I can?"

"Is Nezha a good thing?"

"Nezha is not a thing!"

Long Ji instantly realized this sounded wrong and knew the Queen Mother was teasing her again.