The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 225 - 224: The Slick Moves of Nanji Immortal Weng

Chapter 225: Chapter 224: The Slick Moves of Nanji Immortal Weng

Helplessly, after deliberation, it was originally decided that Deng Chanyu, the Regent King, would lead the troops—this also signified Nantang’s respect for the Saint’s orders.

But Old Li stopped Deng Chanyu. In his opinion, even if there’s danger, he couldn’t allow his daughter-in-law to shoulder it—he wasn’t dead yet, after all.

In Nantang, when Old Li makes up his mind, no one, truly no one, can change it.

Daji and Deng Chanyu had no choice but to let Old Li take the most elite soldiers and the finest armor.

Under Nanji Immortal’s urging, they all set out for the battlefield at Mengjin.

When Nezha heard this, he was thoroughly pissed off.

It was obvious this wasn’t something Yuanshi Tianzun would orchestrate. Having helped the Chan Sect Immortals plenty of times, Nezha, someone who cared about saving face, wouldn’t pull a stunt like this.

It had to be that old schemer Nanji Immortal stirring up trouble.

In fact, Nezha wasn’t wrong. The instigator of sending Old Li to the frontlines was indeed Nanji Immortal.

The war between West Zhou and Yin Shang had been raging for nearly thirty years. While West Zhou was on the cusp of victory, the reality was grim—they were running on fumes. If they were blocked by the Seven Attendant Immortals, they could truly be done for.

At this critical moment, Yuanshi Tianzun couldn’t sit idly by. First, he commanded Nanji Immortal, his true first disciple in Yuxu Palace—essentially the big brother of the Chan Sect disciples—to descend from the mountain to assist.

At the same time, he reached out to Jieyin, essentially calling in a favor owed.

The Western Sect responded as well, sending Pharmacist, Dashizhi, and a few disciples to aid the effort.

As for Nanji Immortal, he was completely unwilling to go in the first place!

After some deliberation, he took the Yuxu Command Token and marched over to Nantang. Then, with utter arrogance, he directly issued orders demanding Nantang send troops to assist West Zhou.

The Yuxu Command Token: to see it is to see the Saint himself.

No matter the reason, one had to give the Saint face—and that’s why Nantang couldn’t refuse.

Nanji Immortal’s idea was simple: look, I brought reinforcements. So if I don’t lift a finger on the battlefield, that’s reasonable too, right?

As for the fate of the people of Nantang, to him, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

Understanding the sequence of events, Nezha grew angrier and angrier.

Nantang is under my protection, and you dare to boss them around so high and mighty?

He loathed people treating him with such condescension.

(Perhaps this was a side effect of Pangu’s Power.)

Forcing himself to calm down, he comforted Daji and Deng Chanyu, holding them in his arms for a moment, telling them not to worry—the situation wasn’t as dire as it appeared.

Then he bade them farewell, quickly using the Rainbow Transformation Technique to head to the frontlines.

When he arrived in Mengjin, both sides were already locked in fierce battle.

Seeing the situation, Nezha breathed a slight sigh of relief. Though Old Li was unfailingly honest and sincere, it didn’t mean he was foolish—on the battlefield, he was practically acting as a cheerleader, primarily serving as a deterrent.

High in the sky, Guang Chengzi was fiercely battling three Immortals, while Nanji Immortal was probably lounging in the Zhou camp, enjoying the show.

The other Chan Sect Immortals were casting spells to fend off the relentless attacks from Yin Shang’s slave army.

The battle dragged on till dusk, with heavy casualties on both sides.

Only then did Nezha nonchalantly reveal himself.

Since Nezha had a good relationship with the Chan Sect Immortals, they all quickly rose to greet him. Only Nanji Immortal didn’t even glance at him, still sitting there, smiling as he drank.

From his high seat, Ji Fa joyously sprang to welcome him.

"Great Sage Master, your presence brings great honor to West Zhou! Please, have a seat!"

Nezha smiled indifferently, "I’m just a junior newcomer. With Senior Brother Nanji here, how could I deserve such praise from King Wu?"

Hearing Nezha’s sardonic tone, Guang Chengzi and the others felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, sending Old Li to the battlefield was indeed a shady move orchestrated by Nanji Immortal.

Nanji Immortal, as if deaf to it all, continued sipping his wine without care.

His attitude of being impervious to criticism only infuriated Nezha further.

Fine, fine, fine—you’ve got guts, huh? Let’s see how long you can keep this act up!

With a cold snort, Nezha took a seat right behind Old Li. The officers behind Li Jing instinctively stepped aside to make space for him.

The atmosphere in the military tent grew palpably tense.

Guang Chengzi and the others all pretended nothing was amiss, silently drinking their wine, while Ji Fa made desperate attempts to liven up the mood—but to no avail.

Nezha fiddled with his wine cup, deep in thought.

Nanji Immortal, that old schemer, likely stood at the Peak of One Corpse Cutting. His cultivation was undoubtedly exceptional, but the path he practiced was the Path of Fortune and Longevity.

This placed him at a considerable disadvantage in battles of equivalent power; to put it plainly, he couldn’t fight anyone. The trade-off, however, was that he could survive just about anything.

Unlike beings like Kunpeng, whose resilience came from sheer toughness, Nanji Immortal’s survival stemmed from the ability of his Path of Fortune and Longevity to condense pure lifeforce.

This lifeforce truly rendered Nanji Immortal unkillable.

Unless a Saint acted against him, or unless his lifespan was completely drained, no one in the entire Primordial Era could kill him—not even himself, should he wish to die.

Even if the Primordial Era were to collapse, as long as his lifespan remained, he would continue to exist.

Moreover, this pure lifeforce became even easier to condense after he acquired the godhood of Longevity Star, which explained his fondness for staying home and "cultivating life."

Because in his case, grinding actually extended his life.

Of course, even with divine authority backing him, the process of condensing this lifeforce was extremely, excruciatingly slow.

Nezha didn’t know all the details, but he did know one thing: Nanji Immortal was incredibly hard to kill.

Not just because of his cultivation and long years of practice but also because he had the backing of Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Six Saints.

Otherwise, Nezha would’ve rolled up a wagonload of disposable warriors to take him out, no matter how hard it was.

Perceiving that the banquet’s atmosphere had soured, Ji Fa ended it early.

Nezha followed Old Li for a while before disappearing, taking Jinzha and Mu Zha along with him.

Old Li didn’t bat an eye—young folks? They liked to play; it was understandable.

Nezha gathered Jinzha, Mu Zha, Old Jiang, Taiyi, and Yang Jian, with Manjusri and Puxian also tagging along as his elder brother’s teachers. Nezha, trying to maintain some decorum, greeted them courteously as "Senior Brothers."

Huang Long looked on longingly at the group feasting without him, sighing helplessly.

Nezha actually didn’t mind Huang Long, finding this honest dragon somewhat likable. Unfortunately, his strained history with the Dragon Clan had soured his attitude—so no overt kindness for Huang Long.

When they all arrived at Jiang Ziya’s residence, they opened up a smaller banquet.

Nezha, never one to be stingy, brought out some Jadescent Nectar and Spiritual Fruit and Beast Meat, and the party began in earnest.

Manjusri and Puxian were initially reserved but soon eased up under the lively atmosphere. Though their words remained sparse, they wore smiles as they listened to Nezha boasting.

Yes, Nezha had engaged in his usual talent: drunken bragging.

This time, the subject was his North Sea expedition.

He couldn’t talk about the Sound of the Great Dao, but he could certainly regale them with tales of Kunpeng!

"Do you all know the origins of that Demon Master Kunpeng?"

That single line captured everyone’s full attention!

Everyone present perked up their ears, eager to hear the "secrets" of Kunpeng.