The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 201 - 200: Always thinking about eating, can’t you be a bit more ambitious?

Chapter 201: Chapter 200: Always thinking about eating, can’t you be a bit more ambitious?

The atmosphere became lively for a moment.

However, to the big shots present, it was nothing but sheer boredom.

Kunpeng had presented about ten treasures before finally returning to the stage with a now-serious expression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you saw earlier was merely an appetizer. Now, the true reason for my invitation is revealed!

Please cast your eyes here!"

A massive bell appeared, immediately drawing everyone’s gaze.

The loose cultivators, who lacked any real knowledge, had no idea what this was. But as disciples of the Great Sects, figures like Jin Ling Saint Mother and Guang Chengzi recognized it instantly.

Especially Jin Ling Saint Mother and Gui Ling Saint Mother—after all, hadn’t the Tongtian Sect Master ventured countless times to retrieve this Supreme Treasure to stabilize the Jie Sect’s Qi Fortune? Yet here it was in Kunpeng’s hands?

Seeing the astonished expressions on the previously indifferent faces of the Great Sect disciples, Kunpeng smiled with satisfaction.

"This treasure is the Chaos Bell, the Half-Life Spiritual Treasure of His Highness East Emperor Taiyi from back in the day. I spent countless years restoring it, yet, alas, it has not recognized me as its master."

"If anyone here has the ability to earn its recognition, I will gladly gift it to them!"

The Great Sect disciples murmured among themselves. Nezha glanced at it a couple of times and then continued eating. He knew better than anyone else—the real Chaos Bell was still drifting outside the Chaos. This one was likely crafted by Kunpeng through blood refinement using its final fragment.

While this imitation was far from the genuine Heavenly Creation Treasure, it was by no means weak. Its power could likely rival Guang Chengzi’s Sky Flipping Seal.

The first to step forward was Jin Ling Saint Mother. Within the Jie Sect, hesitation was unheard of; whether real or fake, the goal was to claim it first.

She rose and moved to the stage, where Kunpeng gestured politely for her to proceed.

Jin Ling Saint Mother mobilized her Shangqing Magic Power as she reached out toward the Fake Chaos Bell. The bell trembled faintly; although her hand seemed less than an inch away from its surface, the true distance across the innumerable spatial barriers was unknowable.

She immediately activated her Dao Fruit, and golden light engulfed her right hand. The sharpness of the Golden Principle continuously cut through and pushed against the obstructing spaces as she pressed closer to the Chaos Bell.

Kunpeng narrowed his eyes and rapidly performed incantations with his hands hidden in his sleeves. A crimson glow swirled across the Chaos Bell, and a faint chime echoed from within.

Jin Ling Saint Mother’s expression changed. She crossed her arms before her chest, and a golden halo materialized to shield her. The Chaos Bell emitted waves of blood-red ripples that violently crashed into her golden defenses.

Though Jin Ling Saint Mother was unharmed, she was forced back several steps.

Letting out a cold snort, she retreated. She knew Kunpeng had covertly intervened but was powerless to object.

After all, this was a formal event for treasure appraisal, and losing composure would only disgrace her master.

"Who else wishes to try?"

Kunpeng smiled when he saw Jin Ling Saint Mother retreat in frustration, but his gaze persistently lingered on Nezha, who was busy devouring his food.

Nezha didn’t even glance at the Chaos Bell.

The next participant was Maitreya, a disciple of the Western Sect.

Maitreya’s cultivation was similar to Jin Ling Saint Mother’s, and he too failed. Subsequently, the Western Sect shamelessly sent up every single disciple present to try their luck.

Though crafted by Kunpeng, this Chaos Bell could still resonate with a destined individual. Should it indeed align with the Western Sect’s karmic destiny, they could simply summon a Saint to claim it.

What is dignity compared to treasures?

The entire Western Sect failed yet was unbothered, returning to their meals as though nothing had happened!

Finally, it was Chan Sect’s turn. Guang Chengzi was the first to step forward, but as expected, he was no match for Kunpeng’s arrangement.

Next came Yun Zhongzi, who was mainly intrigued by the object itself. He circled around, observing it for a long time before shaking his head and withdrawing.

The last representative was Ci Hang Immortal, the second most powerful among the Twelve Golden Immortals. She observed the chaotic, blood-misted bell, teeming with countless grievances, and simply shook her head, opting not to try.

Once the Great Sect disciples were done, it was the turn of some luck-seeking Loose Cultivators, though the outcomes were entirely predictable.

At this point, Kunpeng finally dropped all pretense and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, all are welcome guests. Let us not fixate on cultivation—everyone, come give it a try!"

His eyes remained firmly fixed on Nezha.

Nezha didn’t even lift his head, while Long Ji, sitting beside him, rolled up her sleeves and continued peeling shrimp for him.

"Nezha, since you love eating so much, I’ll have the Four Sea Dragon Kings send more offerings when we return to heaven!"

Kunpeng: "..."

These youngsters only care about eating—couldn’t they show some initiative for once?

On the other side, Huang Long and Jiang Ziya were also busy eating.

Huang Long had already attempted and couldn’t even touch the bell.

Listening to Kunpeng’s words, the straightforward dragon remarked, "Brother Jiang, what Kunpeng says isn’t without reason. Since you’ve come all this way, why not give it a shot?"

Old Jiang was intrigued. Though he had abandoned cultivation, experiencing the process wouldn’t hurt, right?

Instead of getting up immediately, he turned to Guang Chengzi and respectfully asked, "Senior Brother, may I give it a try?"

Guang Chengzi didn’t think much of it and nodded faintly. Since they were already here, there was no harm in trying.

And so, under Kunpeng’s expectant gaze, Jiang Ziya—a man who wasn’t even an Immortal—stood up and walked onto the stage.

Kunpeng stared blankly at this aged figure significantly taller than himself, feeling utterly speechless. When he said those with low cultivation could try, this wasn’t what he’d meant. This guy wasn’t even an Immortal!

Still, Jiang Ziya was of the Chan Sect; none dared to openly mock him.

Well, let him try. Kunpeng doubted he would succeed and didn’t even bother to cast a spell, instead contemplating how to bait Nezha into taking the bell.

Jiang Ziya himself didn’t think he could succeed. He casually reached out to touch the bell with the intention of walking away once he’d failed to make contact, just as others had before. But all of a sudden, something felt... different.

DONG!

A bell sound unlike any heard before reverberated, capturing everyone’s attention.

Jiang Ziya: "???"

Kunpeng: "!!!"

Nezha: "..."

It was actually quite reasonable. As the one destined for the Divine Enthronement, Jiang Ziya was one of the central figures of heaven and earth during this era. That his Qi Fortune could resonate with a treasure was perfectly natural.

Others, however, didn’t grasp this. Their first reaction was: Why him?

Kunpeng quickly moved to reclaim the Chaos Bell, but Guang Chengzi was faster. To him, the bell recognizing Jiang Ziya meant recognizing the Chan Sect—therefore, it was now theirs.

How dare Kunpeng take something from the Chan Sect? Was he courting death?

With a flash of light, Guang Chengzi positioned himself in front of Jiang Ziya.

"Kunpeng Elder, since this bell is fated for Ziya, my Chan Sect thanks you for your generous gift!"

Kunpeng’s expression darkened. How could a feeble, ant-like old man possibly gain the Chaos Bell’s recognition? It was beyond his comprehension.

Still, if the bell were truly taken by the Chan Sect, he’d have wasted all his effort and become an utter laughingstock.

"There must have been an issue during its forging, resulting in this accident. Allow me to fix it further, and I’ll invite you all to evaluate it again later," he said.

But Guang Chengzi wasn’t so easily tricked. "Do you take the Chan Sect for fools? Hand it over!"

Now Kunpeng was beyond defiant. A terrifying aura radiated from him, carrying the might of a peak Second Corpse cultivator as it pressed down on Guang Chengzi.

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