The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 61: Chance Encounter with Shen Gongbao

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Chance Encounter with Shen Gongbao

Nezha wasn’t about to give Lv Yue even a moment to breathe, and immediately chased after him, spear in hand, ready to strike again.

Lv Yue, nearly out of Magical Treasures, turned and grabbed one of his disciples from the Shang Camp to block the spear. Nezha was indifferent to the disciple’s screams—after all, they all deserved to die.

With a violent jolt of the spear’s shaft, Zhou Xin, standing at the other end, was torn to pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

Just as Nezha was about to resume the chase, Lv Yue hurled two more of his disciples at him, shouting, "Quick, block him for me!"

The two disciples didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Nezha’s spear, imbued with immense power, swept horizontally through the air, sending their heads and feet scattering to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Lv Yue attempted to grab someone else, but the others, realizing the danger, scattered in every direction.

Watching the amusing scene unfold, Nezha decided not to waste time. He drew his Qiankun Bow and Sky-shattering Arrows, aiming them at Lv Yue and his remaining disciples.

With the first arrow, Lv Yue and the disciple Li Ping—whom he had just caught—were killed with a single shot, their heads exploded in perfect unison. A burst of Divine Fire followed, reducing them completely to ashes.

Two more arrows finished off the remaining disciples, wiping out the Nine Dragon Island Plague Poison Sky Team entirely!

All were inscribed on the list to enjoy the nine-nine-six blessings in the next life!

However, Nezha, overconfident in his victory and facing a Golden Immortal for the first time, failed to notice a tiny creature lurking underground.

The six Saints in the heavens, who had been observing this battle, disappeared one by one until only one remained. As for who it was, I won’t say (sinister grin).

A decisive victory for West Zhou!

Nezha didn’t leave immediately—there were still some matters to attend to.

Ci Hang Daoist didn’t linger for long. After bidding farewell to Jiang Ziya and Nezha, he rode a cloud and departed.

Watching Ci Hang fade into the distance, Jiang Ziya sighed with emotion, "Sister Ci Hang remains as compassionate as ever!"

That evening, a banquet was held, and King Wu, Ji Fa, was extraordinarily enthusiastic, treating Nezha like a sworn brother. He nearly insisted on sharing a bed, prompting Nezha to quickly distance himself—mostly out of concern that Daji might misunderstand.

Ji Fa also attempted to pry information about Ji Chang from Nezha.

Although he hadn’t interacted with his father that day, Ji Fa had been shaken to the core. He knew full well what he had done to reach his current position—there was no turning back.

Nezha offered a brief explanation, finally putting Ji Fa at ease. Ji Fa then vowed to construct the finest temple for his father.

Nezha stayed primarily to address two issues: one concerning Bo Yikao, and the other concerning Huang Feihu.

As for Huang Feihu, his intention had been clear since earlier that day when he sent a letter to Nezha expressing his desire to return to the South Capital, declaring it his home.

Nezha, being an old friend of Huang Feihu’s family, didn’t refuse. After all, the current regime in Li Tang was somewhat lacking in structure.

As for Bo Yikao, who had been surrounded by the Shang Army for so long, he hadn’t been able to leave. He had grown up following his father’s teachings to revere the Yellow Heaven and worship the Great Sage Master.

After witnessing the Great Sage Master’s deeds that day, his fervor for Nezha was no less than his father’s. When he locked eyes with Ji Chang, who had emerged from the Ghost Gate, Bo Yikao’s only thought was: "Father, my faith now is no weaker than yours!"

Nezha held great admiration for Bo Yikao. With the South Capital currently filled with rough types—not unlike the underworld—it just made sense. "Your father’s working for me in the underworld; you might as well help me in the South Capital."

That night, Nezha informed Bo Yikao and Huang Feihu to gather at dawn and pack their belongings.

At dawn, beneath the walls of Xiqi City, with all eyes on him, Nezha used his mana to connect to a space coordinate in the South Capital, opening a portal one meter wide and two meters tall. He gestured for everyone to hurry through.

Maintaining the portal was taxing on his mana.

King Wu Ji Fa, Jiang Ziya, and the Four Friends of King Wen arrived to see them off, their gazes complex as they watched Bo Yikao depart.

Ji Fa played his part well, his voice choking with sobs as he shouted, "Big Brother, come visit often when you have the chance!"

Bo Yikao, having resolved his inner conflict, turned back with a smile before entering the portal. Next was Huang Feihu’s family.

Nezha also sent back the Five Fire Seven Bird Fan.

Meanwhile, Old General Lu Xiong was writing yet another letter of apology, lamenting how an otherwise favorable situation had been utterly derailed by the Great Sage Master’s wild carnage.

As for Huang Feihu, being the descendant of an old ally, Nezha decided to turn a blind eye to certain matters. After all, back when he was younger, he had even benefited from the care of Huang Feihu’s grandfather.

In truth, he also found Wen Zhong quite detestable—"Everything’s your fault!"

After sending everyone off, Nezha didn’t return to the South Capital. Instead, he rode a cloud to Chaoge City. After all, Huang Feihu’s wife and family were still there, and Nezha needed to ensure their safety.

As for the South Capital, with Daji and Huang Feihu being old friends, explanations would be unnecessary.

Riding the wind to Chaoge once more, Nezha couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. The years he’d spent in Chaoge had actually been quite enjoyable.

Just as he was about to enter the city, a Daoist riding a black panther appeared behind him: "Dao..."

Nezha’s hairs stood on end. Without hesitation, he hurled a Five-Colored Stone behind him.

Shen Gongbao reacted with incredible speed, immediately flattening himself against the black panther to dodge the attack. Hearing an explosion behind him, he turned and broke out in a cold sweat.

A massive crater had formed where he had been standing seconds ago.

Had that strike landed, he’d already be on his way to reincarnation.

The words "Daoist Friend, please wait!" never left his lips.

Retrieving the Five-Colored Stone, Nezha didn’t even glance at him before disappearing in an instant.

By the time he reappeared, he was already at Huang Feihu’s residence. Handing over Huang Feihu’s token to Mrs. Huang, he quickly organized the family’s belongings and sent them off.

As for why Nezha hadn’t left Chaoge yet, he intended to visit Wen Zhong. It had been a long time, and he found himself itching—not just to see him but to beat him up.

Different time, same place.

Nezha, wielding a hefty wooden staff gifted by a Witch Clan ally—said to be Kua Fu’s legendary Peachwood Staff—shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wen Zhong, you scoundrel! Your Grandpa Li is here!"

Having just received news of the Mo Family Four Generals’ surrender in the South, alongside Li Jing’s promotion to Heavenly King, Wen Zhong was already in a foul mood. Now his heart sank. "What’s that little brat doing here?"

Nezha’s voice echoed throughout Chaoge, even reaching Yin Shou, who had been quietly cultivating. Yin Shou stepped out of the palace, cheerfully waving at Nezha.

"It was Li Jing who revolted, not the Great Sage Master," Yin Shou thought. He believed Nezha’s departure had been forced by Wen Zhong, and he bore no ill will toward him.

Wen Zhong, however, couldn’t afford to back down. Mounting his Mo Qilin, he charged forth with vigor. "Audacious child, how dare you return to Chaoge! Watch me deal with you today!"

The Mo Qilin, however, shrank away reluctantly, clearly unwilling.

Wen Zhong brandished his Heavenly Creation Pearls—yes, the same kind used by the Four Arrogant Generals of Nine Dragon Island.

Learning from past encounters, he had meticulously studied various texts before refining these pearls. They were cheap, effective, and swift to produce—practical in every way.

Channeling his Shangqing Magic Power, Wen Zhong lined up five Heavenly Creation Pearls in front of him. Nezha glanced at his wooden staff, muttering, "I’m not even good at baseball."

Swish!

One Heavenly Creation Pearl shot out with incredible speed—but it wasn’t faster than Nezha’s reflexes. With a swing of the wooden staff, he struck the pearl, sending it hurtling back toward Wen Zhong.

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