The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 231 - 230: Grandpa Daoist Ancestor, I So Want to Advance!

Chapter 231: Chapter 230: Grandpa Daoist Ancestor, I So Want to Advance!

At this moment, Nezha was in Nuwa Palace within Taisu Heaven, engaged in a mentor-disciple conversation with Nuwa.

"Teacher, does the so-called Dao of Wu Wei by Saint Taiqing really mean doing nothing at all?"

Nuwa curled her lips and said,

"If it truly meant doing nothing, do you think he’d have become a Saint?"

Nezha scratched his head.

"Teacher, then what exactly does Wu Wei mean?"

Nuwa smiled and said, "As long as your fists are big enough, you don’t need to lift a finger—others will act according to your wishes and accomplish what you want done."

Nezha suddenly realized, "So that’s what it means?"

No wonder she was a Saint; her understanding was indeed profound.

Nezha wanted to say more, but above the two of them, a sense of Dao Qi slowly gathered, directly interrupting his question.

Nuwa, as if encountering her strict homeroom teacher from high school, immediately shed her relaxed demeanor and solemnly sat upright on the cloud platform.

The Dao Qi swirled for a while before finally taking the form of an ordinary-looking old Daoist.

"Disciple Nuwa greets my teacher."

Nezha jumped in fright.

He promptly stood up and performed a grand salute: "Third Generation Disciple of Mystic Sect, Li Nezha, pays respect to Daoist Ancestor!"

Afterward, he sneaked a couple of glances at this true ruler of the Primordial world.

The image of the old Daoist seemed slightly delayed.

Only after a while did it slowly react.

"Rise."

After another moment, the Daoist completed his transformation from ’machine’ to ’human.’

Nuwa appropriately remarked, "Haha, um, Teacher, what brings you to my humble Nuwa Palace for a visit?"

Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun reacted much more quickly this time, his face showing a faint trace of expression.

"If I didn’t come, how would I learn about the way you teach your disciples?"

Nuwa gave an awkward laugh, thinking, Wu Wei really does mean that!

"You should already know my purpose for coming, considering your exceptional understanding of the Dao of Wu Wei."

Nuwa proudly spoke, "It’s all thanks to your excellent teaching."

The Daoist shook his head helplessly and posed a question: "Nowadays, the Primordial world is troubled by restless minds and the resurgence of Demon Dao. What’s your opinion?"

The question was not directed at anyone specific.

Nezha and Nuwa exchanged glances.

Nezha: Teacher! Daoist Ancestor is asking YOU!

Nuwa: Wrong! He’s asking YOU!

Forced by her ’loving’ gaze, Nezha had no choice but to respond.

As Daoist Ancestor’s youngest disciple and grandpupil, speaking up wasn’t necessarily risky. Insightful words could showcase his talent, while mistakes would likely be dismissed as the playful musing of youth.

That was the charm of being the "little grandson."

Nezha really wanted to say, "I’ll just lie down and watch, but he didn’t dare."

After organizing his thoughts, Nezha said, "To bring it to an end, it must first be allowed to run its course into chaos. Should we observe for now?"

Hong Jun did not comment on whether Nezha’s words were good or bad but casually nodded as if conversing: "Then let’s observe for now."

His figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared in front of the mentor and disciple.

The two sat down simultaneously on the cushion, slumping in perfect synchrony.

Beside them, Qingluan, frozen in time since earlier, had a bewildered expression—what happened to the mentor and disciple duo?

Nuwa casually replied, "That individual came just now."

Qingluan, possessing a refined spirit, immediately understood who ’that individual’ referred to. Though she had a strong bond with Nuwa, she was ultimately just a mount and had no opportunity to meet Daoist Ancestor.

Nezha also sighed in relief and asked, "Teacher, why did Grandpa Daoist Ancestor visit us just now?"

Nuwa curled her lips.

"He came to demonstrate Wu Wei. His fists are big, so what he wants to achieve, we have to carry out."

After saying that, Nuwa felt her words were off and gestured towards Nezha, adding, "You have to carry it out."

Nezha: "..."

Frustrated and exasperated! When will I, Li Nezha, stand tall in the Primordial world?

Why must everything be handled by me? Why can’t someone else manage... although, to be fair, they likely wouldn’t do it as well as I could!

Is the mountain of merit from fixing the drainage systems enticing or not?

Is the Great Dao Sound of Pangu enticing or not?

If it is, then do more work—effort begets reward!

As the saying goes, the Primordial world does not sustain idle individuals.

Nezha declared inwardly: Grandpa Daoist Ancestor, I truly wish to improve!

"Teacher, is this task for me alone? Won’t it seem like I’m being singled out?"

Nuwa shook her head and replied, "Don’t worry; all Saint disciples will be involved."

After leaving Nuwa Palace, Daoist Ancestor had already informed the other Saints. Although he specifically named Nezha, there was no way to make it overtly exclusive.

So, everyone was pulled out to ’practice.’ It wasn’t a major issue.

Saint Taiqing, upon receiving the message, dispatched Great Master Xuan Du.

’In seclusion,’ Yuanshi Tianzun was informed and relayed instructions to Guang Chengzi.

Tongtian Sect Master assigned Jin Ling Saint Mother along with a thousand immortals; currently, the Jie Sect remained intact only with Guardian Wudang Saint Mother and Jin Ling Saint Mother.

As for the Western Sect, Saint Zhunti swiftly sent out Dashizhi and Pharmacist, who wasted no time and headed directly to Shang Zhou Battlefield to meet Guang Chengzi and others.

Nuwa Sect naturally had Nezha representing them.

At this point, Hao Tian alone received the message despite being no Saint himself.

At that moment, Hao Tian displayed a satisfied smile, thinking, "See? The master does care about me!"

His recent hardships had not been for nothing, as he could now reap the rewards.

With high spirits, he flashed a smug smile at the surrounding immortals.

Yet, the battered and humiliated immortals, after suffering from the Jie Sect’s demons and monsters, shared only one thought: Does he have a screw loose?

Unaware of his subordinates’ feelings, Hao Tian jubilantly waved his hand: "Return to the Heavenly Court!"

Grandly, with drums beating and flowers scattered by fairies, Hao Tian returned to the Heavenly Court, awaiting reinforcements from disciples of each sect.

From Hao Tian’s perspective, it was best if everyone got listed after the task was done, as it would put them under his jurisdiction. Then what arrogance could they show?

The incessant ridicule and spitting by the Jie Sect demons—how could he possibly not hold grudges?

Not only did he resent the Jie Sect, but none of the disciples of the Great Sect were spared.

Upon returning to the Heavenly Court, he immediately sent messengers with invitations to summon other immortals to partake in suppressing the Sun Star’s disturbance.

His intentions were clear: leveraging Daoist Ancestor’s order to let the Primordial world know.

Look at this! I, Hao Tian, Lord of the Three Realms, have authority—a single command forces even Saint disciples to obey!

As for his previous antics of whining and feigning pitifulness, they were just minor tribulations.

The process didn’t matter—the result did.

The Sun Star’s impact was indeed substantial, and with disciples from Saint sects mobilized, countless independent immortals also flocked to the scene.

Some sought fame, others profit, and still, others came purely to mooch for food and drink.

Don’t you agree, Dashizhi? Pharmacist?

Regardless, the turnout was undeniably massive, with immortals arriving at the Heavenly Court every moment. The lively scene might mislead one into thinking the Heavenly Court had an unprecedentedly vast influence now.

Yet, most attendees bore humble aspirations: to partake in the feast.

With so many people lending their support, hospitality was a must.

You couldn’t just let everyone starve outside, could you?

Hao Tian, despite his vanity, was also miserly and bitterly began arranging banquet tables.

Whether or not this group of immortals could resolve the issue remained uncertain, but they were certainly joyful with uninterrupted food and drink right now.

Queen Mother Yaochi was extremely annoyed by the situation, aggravated further when Hao Tian shamelessly came asking for peaches.

Queen Mother: Peaches? You look like a peach yourself!

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