The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 204 - 203: Kunpeng Comes to Boost Performance!

Chapter 204: Chapter 203: Kunpeng Comes to Boost Performance!

"If you give me a hundred drops to taste, how about I let you marry Xuanxuan?"

Nezha: "..."

Is this Yuan Feng some kind of Primordial gourmet? Why does she want to try the flavor of everything?

Nezha vividly recounted the story of the Dragon Clan stealing the peaches.

Yuan Feng listened with rapt attention, laughing uncontrollably.

After hearing it, she confidently told Nezha that it was definitely the work of Yin Long; no one understands the Dragon Clan better than her!

She kept saying Nezha was too kind-hearted—how could he settle for so little?

"The Dragon Clan is filthy rich; you should squeeze them ruthlessly!"

Nezha reflected deeply on this after hearing her.

Living in this devouring Primordial world, I truly am still too kind-hearted!

After trading with Yuan Feng again for some precious Dragon and Qilin materials, Nezha left the Undying Volcano and returned to the southern lands.

He thought to himself, Kunpeng suffered such heavy losses this time; there’s no way he’ll let this go without retaliation.

Kong Xuan, being very loyal, said she’d accompany Nezha to the southern lands for a while and handle the security situation. As for the process of reviving the Roc, after pondering for a long time, she couldn’t figure out where to nourish its soul seed.

Reviving mortals in the Primordial world is easy—Jiang Ziya has died and come back, died and come back again countless times; it’s practically child’s play. But reviving an immortal is exponentially harder.

Take Lei Zhenzi, for instance—his two resurrections nearly hollowed out the Qingwei Sect’s entire base. For Kong Xuan to perfectly resurrect the Roc, it will require meticulous planning.

Nezha and Kong Xuan returned to the southern lands, where Nezha instructed Daji to summon all key personnel to Nanchang under the pretext of holding the eighth Nantang Future Development Conference.

Meanwhile, despite roughly understanding the situation through his sect, Wen Zhong continued relentlessly attacking West Zhou during this period. Jiang Ziya had returned and was still trying to deal with the Chaos Bell, while the other Golden Immortals were busy recovering from their injuries.

Ji Fa gritted his teeth and continued resisting.

Deep within Beiming, Kunpeng and Kun Daoist sat facing each other. After a lengthy period, they finally stabilized their injuries, but due to the unusual nature of their wounds, Kunpeng was clueless on how to treat them.

His expression was dark and brooding. The Evil Corpse Roc Daoist had been destroyed, causing a significant drop in Kunpeng’s cultivation. Hence, he retracted Kun Daoist and secretly infiltrated the Roc Clan, launching a surprise attack. Utilizing the Great Dao of Devouring, he directly consumed the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm’s Roc Clan leader.

Subsequently, Kunpeng absorbed the leader completely, allowing a new Roc Daoist to manifest within him.

This Roc Daoist only possessed Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation and lacked the talents and fortune of the original Roc. Yet Kunpeng had no other choice to stabilize the Second Corpse’s cultivation.

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the angrier he became. In his younger years, he’d wielded the River Map and Luo Book, leveraged his associations with the Demon Clan, and calculated the location of a Chaos Bell fragment outside the Primordial chaos—only to find a single shard.

He wanted to continue searching, but Nuwa had ’borrowed’ the River Map and Luo Book from him.

Kunpeng was furious back then, but he still had to put on a friendly smile and say, "Come again soon, okay?" as she left.

Later, using the Blood Refining Method and the shard, he expended innumerable treasures and effort to forge the Fake Chaos Bell. Tracing connections with other fragments, he learned that the rest were on Nuwa’s disciple, Nezha.

This discovery slightly eased his mind. A mere ant—surely, it would be easy to handle?

But outright robbery was out of the question.

Thus, he organized that treasure appraisal gathering, aiming to have Nezha carry the Chaos Bell, merge all its fragments, and then use Treasure Money to retrieve it for himself.

Nuwa already owed him karmic debt, and with Nezha unharmed, everything would settle quietly.

The plan seemed impeccable. Yet Nezha dawdled and refused to comply, and to top it off, Jiang Ziya unexpectedly jumped in and took the Bell instead.

The Roc Daoist had been lurking on the Yin Shang-Zhou battlefield long enough, completely unconcerned about such insignificant ants—but this time, he’d been blindsided.

Quite abruptly.

Now Kunpeng’s cultivation was severely damaged, and the Bell officially belonged to the Chan Sect. Yuanshi Tianzun was far different from Nuwa; Nuwa might treat the Demon Clan with some nostalgic courtesy.

If Kunpeng dared to take back the Chaos Bell now, Yuanshi Tianzun could crush him remotely with a single tap of the Jade Ruyi.

"You dare challenge my Chan Sect? Do you even qualify?"

Kunpeng felt like he’d painstakingly raised a beautiful daughter, hoping to marry her off to a wealthy suitor and claim his fortune, only for some inconspicuous, broke hooligan to elope with her instead.

And the marriage was already legally binding! Any attempt to reclaim his daughter now could anger the thug’s powerful patron enough to kill him.

This time, it was a total victory for the hooligan.

Kunpeng was practically homicidal with rage!

He couldn’t comprehend why his Bell would acknowledge that old man.

Sinking deeper into his fury, Kunpeng realized he was on the verge of falling into demonic obsession if he continued cultivating.

"Fine, fine, fine! If that’s how you want to play, then I, Kunpeng, will make sure no one gets what I can’t!"

He then transformed into a Roc and flew toward Tong Pass.

Kunpeng had crafted the Chaos Bell, refining it over countless years. Though he appeared to erase his imprint during his ’performance,’ how could he not leave some sort of safeguard?

Hidden in the heavens, Kunpeng stared at the Chaos Bell surrounded by layers of formations, alongside Jiang Ziya beside it. Malice gleamed in his eyes as he chanted incantations and made intricate hand seals.

Below, the Chaos Bell seemed to respond to some unseen pull. Its surface began to emanate a blood-red glow and throb like a heartbeat.

Jiang Ziya immediately sensed something was wrong, turning tail and running while activating the Central Wujixing Yellow Flag. He shouted, "Brothers, be careful!"

Behind him, the Chaos Bell emitted a sorrowful hum—Dong!

The sound echoed across the Primordial world!

Then the bell’s body shattered entirely, unleashing a blood-red shockwave in all directions. Jiang Ziya, protected by the Yellow Flag’s golden light, survived, but the intense impact killed him outright.

Had Yuanshi Tianzun not left a failsafe within the flag, Old Jiang’s Divine Soul would have been obliterated, rendering resurrection nearly impossible.

The crimson shockwave annihilated everything it touched.

Next in line were the Twelve Golden Immortals, who had just received Jiang Ziya’s warning and reacted quickly, but the Chaos Bell’s catastrophic self-detonation was far too devastating.

Being at the epicenter of the explosion didn’t help.

The highest cultivator, Ci Hang Immortal, dared not hesitate, immediately detonating the Suet Jade Flask. The Divine Water within invoked a trace of long river-time power to shield those nearby while swiftly pulling out another Jade Bottle to contain the high-ranking members of West Zhou.

Alas, the Chaos Bell’s suppression of time-space power was no joke. The crimson shockwave flattened the temporal force entirely, leaving the Divine Water only partially effective.

Buzz~ Space trembled violently!

The shockwave swept across everything, obliterating it completely. Meanwhile, Yin Shang’s forces viewed the western red light with nothing but boundless terror.

The crimson blaze devoured everything, reducing it to ashes.

Wen Zhong? Wu Wenhua? Zhang Kui?

Tens of thousands of troops?

Over ten million mortal civilians?

All turned to dust.

Centered on Tong Pass, the shockwave extended westward as far as Sishui Pass, eastward toward Shengchi and Jia Meng, and southward to Azure Dragon Pass.

You—human, god, ghost, immortal—everything was obliterated.

Cities and mountain ranges were flattened.

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