The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 226 - 225: Kunpeng Dares to Eat Shit!

Chapter 226: Chapter 225: Kunpeng Dares to Eat Shit!

After having some drinks, Nezha started rambling with his friends, spewing all sorts of nonsense without his brain filtering anything.

"Primordial beings can be divided into five types: Skin, Scales, Fur, Feathers, and Armor.

Skin refers to creatures whose skin is exposed, with the Human Clan being the most prominent.

Scales refers to creatures clad in scales and armor, with the Dragon Clan as the leader.

Fur refers to animals covered in fur, led by the Qilin.

Feathers refers to birds covered in feathers, with the Phoenix as their king.

Finally, Armor refers to creatures whose bodies are fully encased in hard shells, with the Xuan Turtle as their head."

After finishing the introduction, Nezha took a sip to moisten his throat, then continued blowing hot air.

"Kunpeng is a gigantic fish when in the sea, and a Peng Bird when flying in the Nine Heavens. But truthfully, those forms were only achieved after he evolved by devouring the Great Dao."

"Originally, he started out as a type of insect—a creature called a leech."

With a wave of his hand, an image of a dull, grayish soft-bodied creature appeared before the group.

All Immortals stared at it, inhaling sharply in disbelief. How could such a lowly insect possibly be connected to the current Lord of Beiming, Kunpeng?

Nezha was very satisfied with their reactions. If they weren’t shocked, how could he embellish his story further?

Then, the tale of the leech’s metamorphosis started pouring out of Nezha’s mouth without pause.

Things like "The leech attaining enlightenment from consuming excrement," "Evolution starting from the leech," "The leech’s life of rebellion," and "The leech scavenging corpses to become the strongest."

And eventually, stories like "The Insect True Master" and "When the Beihai Had No God, I Became One Myself" emerged.

"The leech’s favorite food is filthy, foul-smelling blood. Tell me, where’s the most abundant filth and foulness in Primordial times?"

The others exchanged glances and answered in unison: "Of course, the Blood Sea!"

The final tale, "Kunpeng and Nether River’s Two or Three Misadventures," captivated Manjusri, Puxian, and Master Taiyi to the point they were riveted, shouting their enjoyment.

Though these Immortals had long lifespans, most of their time was spent meditating and pondering the Great Dao. Their lives weren’t particularly thrilling, so hearing Nezha’s account of "The Leech Chronicles" was inspiring. Such perseverance and commitment were emblematic of someone who reached the heights of a Great Expert.

Truly, unwavering dedication to the Dao—bold enough to even consume excrement!

Jiang Ziya, deeply moved, felt a sense of resonance. He believed he had exerted his utmost efforts in cultivation, but hearing Kunpeng’s story left him feeling inferior.

At least *he* wouldn’t dare eat excrement!

Nuwa, watching the live spectacle, laughed so hard she couldn’t close her mouth.

Qingluan burst into laughter as well.

Nuwa glanced at Qingluan: "What are you laughing at?"

Qingluan suppressed her amusement and replied, "Nezha’s ability to fabricate wild tales is becoming increasingly outrageous. Kunpeng eating excrement—it’s absurd!"

"How do you know he didn’t?"

Qingluan froze in shock.

"Goddess, do you mean he really did?"

"I don’t know."

"Then why are you laughing, Goddess?"

Nuwa chuckled mischievously and said, "I’m laughing because back when Zixiao Palace held its three teachings, Kunpeng didn’t sit behind me but chose to sit behind Zhunti instead. Bwahahaha~!"

Nuwa didn’t bother hiding her amusement. Hearing his name mentioned, Saint Zhunti teaching Female Rakshasa She Zhi in the Blood Sea casually calculated the cause and effect, and his face instantly darkened.

Qingluan asked curiously, "Goddess, is Kunpeng’s original form really that disgusting, a leech?"

Nuwa flipped over nonchalantly and replied, "What it was in the past doesn’t matter; in the future, that’s just what it is. He didn’t even have a name for himself anyway."

Deep beneath the Beiming Deep Sea, Kunpeng, engrossed in studying the Blood Cloud in his hands, had no idea his original form was rumored to be a leech!

...

Elsewhere, the banquet dispersed, and Nezha and his two brothers returned to Li Jing’s camp for rest.

Master Taiyi and his fellow disciples also returned to their quarters. As Immortals, they had no need for beds; sitting cross-legged for meditation sufficed.

Meanwhile, Nanji Lao Deng, feeling superior to the others, chose not to share quarters with Guang Chengzi and instead had his own private room.

The three Immortals settled into meditation, but Master Taiyi soon could no longer resist speaking.

Looking over at his seemingly meditating brothers, he began in a tone rich with intrigue: "Brother Guang Chengzi, do you know what Demon Master Kunpeng’s original form was?"

Guang Chengzi, genuinely curious about Taiyi’s previous discussion yet hesitant to ask, now found his interest piqued with Taiyi broaching the topic. Having once clashed with Kun Daoist, he was naturally intrigued.

He opened his eyes and humbly asked, "I don’t know. But does Brother Taiyi have any insights?"

Taiyi grinned smugly and said, "I’ve heard a little. Brother, have you heard of a leech?"

Guang Chengzi carefully analyzed: "Could it be some sort of insect?"

Taiyi nodded: "A leech is a creature that enjoys feeding on foul blood and excrement."

Guang Chengzi gasped audibly!

Unbelievable!

One of the top Great Experts in the Primordial era had a taste for such filth!

As Taiyi elaborated, Manjusri and Puxian could no longer contain themselves. Together with Taiyi, they animatedly narrated the tales of "Insect True Master" and "Kunpeng and Nether River Can’t Help But Talk."

Huang Long, Chi Jingzi, and Ju Liusun stopped pretending to meditate, perked up their ears, and began listening intently.

Taiyi, Manjusri, and Puxian spent the entire night regaling their brothers with Nezha’s embellished accounts, adding their own creative flourishes.

They concluded with: "These are all firsthand stories from Brother Li; absolutely authentic!"

A sleepless night meant nothing to Immortals.

After a night of gossip, they all remained invigorated.

Guang Chengzi finally sighed: Kunpeng truly deserves to be called an elder of the Primordial era. His Dao profound—so much so that he dared to eat excrement for the Great Dao! I can’t compare!

Meanwhile, the instigator of it all was snoring soundly in his sleep, only to be rudely awakened by the noisy drumbeats of the outside army.

Annoyed, Nezha shook his head and set up an Array—seriously, who organizes meetings at 8 AM?

It wasn’t until noon that Nezha emerged for a stroll.

As for Li Jing’s assignment, after much back-and-forth and with Old Jiang’s intervention, it was finally decided: overseeing grain supplies.

The West Zhou was already out of grain to oversee. With no alternative, Nantang decided to spend money to avert calamity—grain could be replanted, but without people, who would plant it?

Ji Fa felt slightly disappointed. If Li Jing had been deployed to battle, not only could Nantang’s forces have been weakened, but Yin Shang could’ve been overthrown—truly a win-win.

Alas, it wasn’t feasible.

Even so, it wasn’t a bad outcome; after all, he managed to secure grain supplies to alleviate future concerns for free.

Nezha stood atop the West Zhou city wall, gazing at the Seven Attendant Immortals battling the Chan Sect Immortals. Guang Chengzi single-handedly faced the strongest trio: Wuyun Immortal, Qiu Shou Immortal, and Lingya Immortal.

Huang Long was being battered by Pi Lu Immortal and Long-eared Ding Guang Immortal. Meanwhile, Manjusri, Puxian, and Taiyi barely held their ground using Magical Treasures reclaimed from their disciples against the weaker Gold Hoop Immortal and Golden Light Immortal.

For now, they couldn’t spare a glance at the mortal battlefield.

Yang Jian and Wei Hu filled the West Zhou’s combat gaps, creating a stalemate in battle.