The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 58 Lei Zhenzi Stiffens

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Lei Zhenzi Stiffens

The senior members of Li Tang discussed for several days but reached no conclusion; there were supporters and opponents among them. In the end, the upright Li Jing made the decision. He believed saving people was a virtuous act, and Nezha himself had done many good deeds at the Nuwa Temple when he was young.

Li Jing usually spoke little, fearing that he might undermine the authority of his daughter-in-law. He understood that there couldn’t be two suns in the sky. But this time, with his words, everyone in Great Tang had to show him due respect.

Daji contacted Nezha through a special magical treasure she had left for him while he was cultivating on Lishan.

As for Nezha, he was diligently focused on his cultivation.

Besides listening to Lishan Old Mother’s teachings every day, he was also studying the supreme divine skill, "One Qi to Three Pure Ones." However, even with the aid of the Creation Jade Scroll, he couldn’t fully comprehend it. Terms like "Yin Yang Harmony," "No Action," and "Qi Xuan Nine Directions" only offered him some surface understanding, even with the Bodhi Seed’s blessing.

In contrast, the divine skill "Palm Buddha Country," which involved the Dao of Space, came more easily to him. After some time practicing, although he hadn’t yet mastered "Palm Buddha Country," he could at least manage something akin to a "Palm Three Rooms and One Hall," though it consumed an enormous amount of mana.

He initially thought of consulting his teacher but decided against it. Saint Taiqing bore no family ties to him; granting him divine skills was already a tremendous gift. If he learned it, it was by his fortune; if not, it was fate. That was the essence of the Primordial realm. Asking Saint Taiqing would change the nature of their relationship altogether.

Nezha continued his cultivation smoothly, reaching the Heavenly Immortal Level and becoming a proud "high school student" in the Mystic Sect. Since starting his cultivation at seven years old, even considering the distortions of time in the Pangu Realm, he was only around eighteen or nineteen—akin to someone with a cheat code. And this was despite deliberate suppression and refinement.

Ordinary immortals wouldn’t even dare to dream of reaching this realm within thousands of years.

At the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the focus of cultivation shifted from accumulating and refining mana to tempering one’s divine soul. It wasn’t that mana accumulation was unimportant, but rather that certain stages required specific priorities. In the future, mana accumulation would not be the decisive factor for advancing through realms.

Nezha’s divine soul cultivation was accelerated significantly with the aid of the Tears of Ten Thousand Spirits. If he lowered his requirements, he could advance within two and a half years, but he refused to do so.

That day, Nezha received communication from King Ji and learned of the situation. The matter was indeed atrocious, prompting him to prepare for descent from his mountain retreat.

There were three reasons for his decision.

First: He was indifferent to the casualties of regular warfare, but poisoning on the part of immortals was excessively cruel.

Second: His teacher was the Human Clan’s Saint Mother, and the three human emperors of the Fire Cloud Cave were his three great uncles. Every now and then, his First Uncle, Fu Xi, even helped him calculate the location of the Chaos Bell.

Fu Xi’s Qiankun Bow, Sky-shattering Arrow, and Xuanyuan Sword were still in his possession.

Although his Second Uncle, Shennong, did not provide material support, the advanced agricultural techniques of Taihuangtian came from him.

Third: Nezha carefully reflected on Saint Taiqing’s statement, "Eight hundred and no more." Was this eight hundred days or eight hundred years?

There was no clarification, leaving it open to personal interpretation.

Nezha’s understanding was that the Shang dynasty should still fall to the Zhou dynasty, an allowance made by Saint Taiqing in deference to his second disciple. As for how long the Zhou dynasty would last, Nezha decided that if he put in effort, it would be eight hundred days. If no effort was made, it would naturally take eight hundred years, with others stepping in.

After completing a day’s lessons, Nezha bid farewell to Lishan Old Mother and returned to the South Capital via the spatial coordinates he had anchored long ago.

He meticulously examined King Ji’s progress in body cultivation on his bed.

Early the next morning, he accompanied King Ji to meet the envoy Wei Hu. Although Wei Hu’s cultivation level exceeded Nezha’s, he was still extremely polite, bowing in reverence to his senior uncle.

Nezha nodded in approval, glanced around briefly, and then followed Wei Hu to West Zhou.

Riding on clouds to West Zhou, Nezha looked down from above. What he saw was absolutely unbearable—corpses scattered across the land, wailing everywhere, and people’s bodies covered in green mold and festering sores, a horrifying sight.

During his wanderings in Chaos, Nezha had seen plenty of sanity-destroying sights, but this occurrence among his own kind struck deeper.

Nezha didn’t come without remedies. The laws of the Primordial realm still adhered to the principles of mutual generation and restraint, unless one’s strength exceeded the boundaries of reason.

Nezha’s antidotes consisted of Jin Dasheng’s Cow Gallstone and Dai Li’s Dog Treasure—life-bound magical treasures refined over countless ages. Though their combat power wasn’t particularly strong, their detoxification properties were absolute.

He cast Dai Li’s Dog Treasure and Jin Dasheng’s Cow Gallstone into the water source and then took out a colorful fan, gently waving it to summon overwhelming flames that burned away the poisonous fish and shrimp floating on the water’s surface.

The fan was none other than Daji’s Five Fire Seven Bird Fan. As for whether its power exceeded that of the fan wielded by Qingxu Daoist, Nezha wasn’t sure—they had never been compared.

After putting away the fan and watching the water turn clear, Nezha infused mana to cast a spell. The once-placid river water transformed into four thousand-foot-long water dragons that soared into the sky, flying toward Xiqi City.

Countless dazed gazes turned toward the distant dragons formed by river water, which soon dissolved into a rainstorm that cleansed the deathly still city.

Most people regained their strength under the rain’s cleansing, though the elderly or frail had already departed forever.

As the rain cleared, the bright sun shone once more, simultaneously revealing Nezha’s figure. One by one, the citizens of Xiqi began bowing in worship spontaneously.

Nezha sighed, recalled the Cow Gallstone and Dog Treasure, and flashed into the Zhou King Palace. Those like Jiang Ziya, who had cultivation, recovered relatively quickly. Moved to tears, Jiang Ziya bowed deeply and exclaimed, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for coming to our aid!"

Behind him, the still-weak Ji Fa gritted his teeth, stood up, and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving Xiqi. If ever you need anything in the future, Ji Fa will spare no effort!"

Nezha genuinely admired Ji Fa—this young man was capable of humility and strength, his words precise and thoughtful. If Nezha ever needed assistance, West Zhou would have no future without his help.

Yet Nezha had originally intended to help. Just then, Wu Ji rushed over. "Master! It’s bad, Master! Senior Brother Lei Zhenzi isn’t going to make it!"

Jiang Ziya grew worried. How could he have forgotten about the one most deeply poisoned?

He urgently turned to Nezha, who gestured for them to lead the way.

A group of people arrived at the palace granted to Lei Zhenzi by Ji Fa. Inside the grand hall lay two figures—one large and one small.

Nezha hadn’t known about Lei Zhenzi’s ordeal. Upon glancing at the smaller figure, he was immediately startled.

What the hell, Nezha!

Then he snapped out of it—wait, no, he himself was Nezha. His thoughts turned quickly, and he roughly pieced together the situation.

No wonder Ji Chang, the old man, had come to the underworld early to work for him—it turned out Master Taiyi had meddled with his fate grid.

Nezha summoned the Cow Gallstone and Dog Treasure. Although his dharma body was strong enough to resist such poisons, playing it safe was always wise.

He stepped forward and closely examined the scene. The sole heir of Qingwei Sect’s Saint Master Taiyi had already breathed his last.

Facing the questioning gazes of the crowd, Nezha shook his head slightly. The man’s body was already stiff—prepare for the funeral.

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