The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 30 Yu Yuan Visits Yuxu Palace for the Second Time

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Yu Yuan Visits Yuxu Palace for the Second Time

Yin Shou was gravely injured this time, but fortunately his life was not in danger. Originally, he was quite happy, but upon hearing of Jiang Ziya’s death, he still felt sad for a moment—like when a childhood friend suddenly moves away.

The two had gotten along well over the years. Yin Shou gave Jiang Ziya’s family many rewards and even posthumously titled him as Xunxu King, meaning, "Old buddy, seek the Immortal Dao and ascend in the next life."

Prime Minister Shang Rong and others didn’t object. They held good feelings toward Jiang Ziya. Although he was constantly immersed in cultivation, he had indeed accomplished a lot of work. They believed that if Jiang Ziya hadn’t been so distracted by cultivation, he could have become a renowned minister.

Unfortunately, since he was now gone, talking about it served no purpose.

Chaoge once again returned to its former tranquility.

Six months later.

Nezha was facing two pairs of delicate feet and was faced with a very significant decision.

"Young Master Li, whose feet are prettier?"

"Heh, they’re obviously mine. Your feet are chubby—they don’t compare to mine."

"What’s chubby about them? This is called shapely!"

"Nezha, hurry up and say whose are better!"

Nezha grabbed one foot in each hand, carefully comparing them, and tried to say both looked good. However, the two women were insistent.

"Master, Princess Xunxu and the princely heir have come to visit!"

Nezha hurriedly threw both feet to the side and said, "You two settle it yourselves!"

He then got up and went outside, while Daji and Deng Chanyu exchanged a glance.

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Nezha stepped out to the reception room, where an elderly woman in her sixties and a small child were waiting.

Old Jiang didn’t have particularly deep feelings for Madam Ma, but the two had a child together. Jiang Ziya had provided for the mother and son very generously—fine food and drink—although he would only return home once every ten days or so. Madam Ma didn’t feel that Jiang Ziya was cold-hearted or unkind.

In these times, a mother and son with food to eat, fine clothes to wear, and gold to carry had little to complain about. So what if he didn’t come home? Only worthless men stayed home all the time. Her husband was clearly capable!

Madam Ma was a shrewd and materialistic person, but she still had affections for Old Jiang, who had fulfilled her desires.

The truth is, Old Jiang had left them a soul token. It wasn’t difficult to make such things, and while others believed Jiang Ziya was dead, Madam Ma knew he wasn’t.

Jiang Ziya was indeed not dead. After being taken back by Yun Zhongzi, Yuanshi Tianzun resurrected him with a single elixir. However, his root bone, comprehension, and luck had declined sharply. He had originally been just one step away from Immortal Ascension, but now he had fallen to Divinity Transformation Cultivation.

Still, Old Jiang didn’t resent Yin Shou. He felt that while he was in Chaoge, he had been treated well. Sacrificing his life for the nation was due to his own lack of ability. After all, even Yin Shou himself had nearly died in a pig’s mouth.

This time, his mentor didn’t let him leave, or he would have returned to Chaoge again.

Madam Ma had waited at home for six months. But Jiang Ziya, although alive, never returned home, making her anxious—had he abandoned her? Had he run off with some young beauty?

She felt that Old Jiang was a capable man. If he were rescued and then decided to take a few concubines, so be it. But to leave her and her orphaned child abandoned in Chaoge—what was that supposed to mean?

So she went directly to Nezha for answers.

Nezha didn’t even have a chance to speak.

The Primordial Child Protection Association president, Yu Yuan, immediately jumped out, patting his chest and declaring, "Don’t worry, leave this to us. We have experience in such matters!"

Nuwa, who had been lounging lazily in Taisu Heaven, immediately sat upright. She called out to Qingluan to fetch some Spirit Fruit—there was amusement to be had!

At Biyou Palace, where Tongtian Sect Master had been lecturing Duobao and others, he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Duobao and the others, puzzled, asked, "Teacher?"

Tongtian Sect Master waved his hand, and a large Array Map appeared in front of his disciples, displaying none other than the chest-pounding Yu Yuan.

"Don’t worry, leave this to us. We have experience in such matters!"

Nezha’s face darkened. "Are you getting addicted to visiting Yuxu Palace or what?"

"One crazy trip was enough—now you’re at it again?"

Just as Nezha was about to refuse, a voice in his ear commanded, "Go."

The refusal was forcibly swallowed, turning into, "Certainly."

Yu Yuan was delighted and once again served as the driver, taking Nezha and Madam Ma with her son to Kunlun Mountain’s Yuxu Palace.

Familiarity comes with repeated visits; this time, Nezha only casually said a few words, leaving the rest to Madam Ma’s efforts.

This Madam Ma, sixty-something and still single, certainly had her quirks. A furious Mrs. Huang might have a combat power of ten, but Madam Ma’s normal level was ten thousand.

This showed the difference between a refined lady and a street brawler. And Madam Ma wasn’t just any street brawler—she was a sixty-year-old veteran brawler.

Just as they arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Child Bai He approached with a face full of disdain.

"Do you people think Yuxu Palace is a tourist site?"

"Do you just come here for sightseeing?"

Entering Yuxu Palace’s main hall, two of them respectfully saluted Yuanshi Tianzun seated on the high Cloud Platform.

As for Madam Ma? She couldn’t even see Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun immediately noticed what type of person Madam Ma was, so he didn’t reveal himself. Already dealing with ridicule from his unlucky third brother and Nuwa, he certainly didn’t want to be scolded by a brawler. Better to go back and refine fire, water, and wind again!

Madam Ma couldn’t see Yuanshi Tianzun but easily spotted the lowliest person in the crowd: Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya actually missed his son very much. Being an old father with a young child, the age gap between them was more typical of a grandfather and grandson in ordinary families.

Having spent six months cultivating in Yuxu Palace, he felt lost. He thought he could recover his previous cultivation, but here on Kunlun Mountain, claimed to be the origin of all paths, he couldn’t even get back to his former level. Before, he could at least sense the barrier; now, he couldn’t even see it.

He wanted to speak, but the strict rules of Yuxu Palace silenced him. With his mentor seated high above and so many senior brothers ahead, he couldn’t open his mouth and could only glare helplessly.

No one else cared about Jiang Ziya’s woes—this wasn’t their wife looking for them.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Madam Ma, who had been trying to restrain herself to avoid embarrassing Jiang Ziya, misunderstood the rules at Yuxu Palace. She assumed Jiang Ziya was intentionally ignoring her and their son—had he decided to abandon them?

So she began rolling on the ground, throwing a tantrum: "Jiang Ziya, you heartless wretch! I, Madam Ma, bore you a son at the age of sixty, and you ran off for six months without a word! Have you abandoned us?!"

"Oh heavens above! How cruel and absolute this sect is! It makes people abandon their wives and children. How are we supposed to live henceforth?!"

Yuanshi Tianzun refused to engage, but Guang Chengzi, hearing this brawler verbally assaulting the Chan Sect, couldn’t just ignore it. He saw the Chan Sect as his own family.

"Impertinent brawler! Chan Sect disciples are all of high virtue and fortune—I will not allow you to slander us!"

Madam Ma was startled by the imposing figure, and the baby in her arms immediately began wailing. Madam Ma quickly recovered her composure and started wailing along: "Curse you, Jiang Ziya! Look at your so-called esteemed senior brothers—they’re about to kill your wife and child! Today, my son and I will die in front of you!"

"Let’s see how you’ll face your ancestors from the Jiang Family!"

Guang Chengzi, who occupied a higher realm of cultivation, found himself at a loss against this brawler. He couldn’t just kill her entire family in front of his junior brother, could he?

Though he didn’t think much of Jiang Ziya, he would still lend him a helping hand in a crisis—because Jiang was one of their mentor’s disciples.

Jiang Ziya, troubled by his wife and child’s cries, felt his once unwavering resolve in cultivation wavering. For their sake, he had no choice but to compromise.

"Forget it, forget it. I, Jiang Ziya, am unworthy of the Immortal Dao."