The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 54: Li Jing is the Protagonist?

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Li Jing is the Protagonist?

Li Jing finally waited for Nezha—it wasn’t as if Nezha had much choice, since Li Jing had been busy advising Deng Chanyu on her ’cultivation’ and body refinement.

Suddenly, purple energy surged from Li Jing’s side, sweeping across thirty thousand miles in grand fashion. Nezha rushed over but couldn’t even get close. All he could see was Old Li, being led by a Daoist holding the reins of a green bull while heading south, chatting happily along the way.

Nezha wasn’t foolish. Just the posture and the sight of that green bull were enough for him to immediately recognize what was happening. He followed along the way, watching as desolate mountains and barren lands transformed into fertile plains under the hooves of the bull’s trampling, while all sorts of demons and devils from the mountains didn’t even dare to show themselves, crushed straight into dust beneath the bull’s tread.

Nezha was genuinely awe-struck.

After paying respects to Saint Taiqing, Nezha turned to Li Jing, whose face was full of confusion, and couldn’t help asking, "Old Li, what’s going on?"

Li Jing, with an equally bewildered expression, couldn’t explain much either. Instead, without saying anything, he directly opened a spatial pathway and dragged Nezha back to the main camp. Then, he gathered Jinzha, Muzha, Deng Chanyu, and the rest of the family to return to Three Mountains Pass.

Time for a meeting—a big meeting!

Though Nezha’s spatial pathway was secure, it wasn’t exactly comfortable for others, due to limitations in their cultivation.

Three families gathered in the royal palace—Li Jing’s family, Su Hu’s family, and Old Deng’s family—all the major shareholders of Li Tang congregated.

After half a day spent recovering his composure, Li Jing, before his two daughters-in-law and the in-laws present, didn’t conceal anything. He recounted the entire tale, starting from his encounter with a peculiar Daoist to his act of leading a bull for a Saint.

Afterward, he placed three softly glowing golden Bodhi Seeds along with scriptures and a magical mirror onto the table.

Nezha, sweeping a glance at the items, stared at Li Jing in shock and disbelief, blurting out, "Are you sure you’re not the protagonist here?"

Among everyone present, Nezha had the highest cultivation and the broadest knowledge, so all eyes turned to him. Nezha didn’t stand on ceremony.

"These three Bodhi Seeds originate from the primordial Geng Metal Bodhi Tree transformed from the Saint Zhunti’s true form. I must tell you, these seeds are rare in the Primordial World—eat one, and there’s one less; once they’re gone, they’re gone forever."

"These three specifically come from the innate Geng Metal Bodhi Tree and can be used to enhance intelligence and increase comprehension."

Then, taking up the scripture, Nezha activated and analyzed it using the fragmented Creation Jade Scroll with full effort, concluding, "This is a Great Divine Power—’Handheld Buddha Country.’"

Finally, he picked up the Eight Diagrams Mirror, and just as he glanced at it, a ray of cyan light suddenly shot into his forehead. Nezha was so startled, he immediately clasped the mirror tightly, frightening everyone around him.

Nezha quickly closed his eyes and frantically contacted his master, for within his divine soul, he had glimpsed five divine runes—’One Qi to Three Pure Ones.’ "Can I even learn this?" he wondered.

Nuwa, who had been watching the unfolding events, grew visibly grave. She didn’t reply to Nezha right away; instead, her divine thought first reached Great Red Heaven. "Senior Brother, what’s your intention here?" she asked.

"It’s all matters of fate. No need to worry," came the reply.

Reassured, Nuwa repeatedly reviewed and deliberated, finally coming to a conclusion: seize the opportunity—for what fool wouldn’t?

"Learn it!" she commanded.

With his master’s approval, Nezha let out a sigh of relief.

"This is indeed a divine skill," he said.

Nezha then passed the mirror to Jinzha and Muzha. Similarly, a flash of white light emerged, but unfortunately, they didn’t acquire the divine skill ’One Qi to Three Pure Ones’; instead, they received other Mystic Sect techniques.

Everyone tried their turn, and it was discovered that only members of the Li Family were able to obtain divine skills—the mirror even counted Daji and Deng Chanyu as part of the Li family, which was surprisingly considerate.

Afterward, Nezha had another lengthy discussion with his master in his heart.

Nezha shamelessly declared that from now on, the ’Li’ in ’Li Tang’ represented Saint Laozi’s ’Li.’

With the support of two Saints, Li Tang constructed its first massive city on the southern plains using diluted Soil—a construction effort that saw every capable man from the families literally putting their bodies to work. At its center, three temples were built: a Nuwa Temple, a Laozi Temple, and a Daoist Temple.

Each temple bore inscriptions personally written: ’Human Clan’s Saint Mother’ and ’Saint Immortal Master.’

Daji relocated to oversee the new capital, Nanchang, while Li Jing continued to expand the lands. Deng Chanyu and Deng Jiugong remained stationed at Three Mountains Pass to resist Great Shang.

That day, Yu Yuan and others witnessed the rising purple energy in the southern skies, which made them behave more cautiously. Among their troops, morale was shaky, and rumors spread that Li Tang’s thirty-thousand-mile purple energy was a sign of Heavenly Mandate.

Forget fighting—the soldiers didn’t even sneakily defect in the dark, which in itself was considered impressive.

Meanwhile, Old Deng managed to maintain mutual understanding with Zhang Guifang.

Nezha, on the other hand, headed to Lishan to listen to his master’s lectures. His cultivation was advancing so rapidly that it was becoming difficult for him to control.

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While positive developments unfolded in the south, progress was finally made in Xiqi.

After Ji Chang’s funeral, it became clear that any further evasion of conflict would result in the loss of public support.

Old Jiang led Ji Fa and newly recruited troops out of the city to engage in battle, but history seemed to repeat itself.

Wang Mo laughed; Old Jiang fled.

Despite the fact that Old Jiang wielded the Central Wujixing Yellow Flag, he resisted three strikes from Wang Mo’s Heavenly Creation Pearl without taking damage. But his mana was depleted, and he bolted blindly into a mountain ravine.

Wang Mo, seeing the small flag, was filled with greed and cried out, "Hahaha! Jiang Ziya, let’s see how many more strikes you can withstand!"

Jiang Ziya, sensing his mana was already drained, broke out in sweat, thinking, ’Yuxu Palace, here I come!’

The anticipated pain never arrived.

Suddenly, a resounding clang echoed—a muscular young man dressed in a Daoist robe appeared, wielding a massive golden Demon-Subduing Pestle as if playing baseball, deflecting the Heavenly Creation Pearl away from Jiang Ziya’s body.

The Heavenly Creation Pearl shattered under the heavy blow of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, severely injuring the spirit-connecting Wang Mo, who coughed up a mouthful of blood and was left reeling.

Rather than retreating, the enraged Wang Mo roared, "You bastard, daring to damage my magical treasure—I’ll make you pay with your life!" Drawing his treasured sword, he charged forward to fight to the death.

Wei Hu shouted, "Master Uncle, don’t interfere! Watch how I deal with him!"

He hefted the massive Demon-Subduing Pestle and swung it downward. Wang Mo, sensing the overwhelming pressure of the coming strike, widened his eyes in terror and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

Clang!

Crack!

The treasured sword shattered instantly, and Wang Mo felt as though the weight of Taishan was behind the pestle. In Wei Hu’s hands, however, it seemed weightless. The second strike came rushing down, directly smashing Wang Mo’s head.

And so, another name was added to the ranking, earning its rewards.

Jiang Ziya, watching from the back, couldn’t help twitching his face—two swings of the pestle and it was over; you call that a battle?

Wei Hu flicked the blood and flesh off the pestle and respectfully saluted, saying, "I am Wei Hu, disciple of Dao Heng Tianzun of Jade Nest Cave in Jin Court Mountain. By my master’s command, I have come to assist you, Master Uncle, in your campaign against the tyrannical Yin Shang."

Jiang Ziya wanted to explain that Yin Shang wasn’t all bad but felt it inappropriate to quibble with someone who came to help. Instead, he pulled Wei Hu up and said, "Good, very good! Many thanks, nephew, for coming to our aid."

Then, Jiang Ziya quickly grabbed the headless corpse and rushed back to the battlefield. Using the last of his mana, he declared, "Wang Mo, who aided a tyrant, has now been subdued. Surrender quickly!"

Ancient warfare placed heavy emphasis on morale. Although the soldiers initially hesitated, feeling suspicious, they couldn’t ignore the irrefutable evidence. "Don’t trick us with a fake corpse!"

Meanwhile, Wang Mo’s three brothers sensed the immense loss in their hearts and burst into tears. "Jiang Ziya, vile fiend, how dare you take our elder brother’s life!"

"Brother, oh the tragedy!"

"Jiang Ziya, I will kill you now to avenge my brother!"

Previously hesitant soldiers lost all fighting spirit upon hearing this. Throwing down their weapons, they bolted without hesitation. They didn’t possess the unwavering belief held by the Yellow Turban Zhou troops.

Lu Xiong, witnessing the debacle, was so enraged his old face turned scarlet. "What kind of useless teammates are these?"

Wei Hu guided Jiang Ziya in commanding the army to seize the moment for a furious assault. Wang Mo’s brothers attempted to charge Jiang Ziya but were blocked by countless soldiers. They couldn’t kill them all and were forced to retreat reluctantly.

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