The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 62 Got Clubbed Secretly

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Got Clubbed Secretly

Wen Zhong tilted his head to dodge, and the Heavenly Creation Pearl smashed onto the ground behind the Mo Qilin with a resounding crash.

Clearly growing desperate, Wen Zhong infused all his mana into the remaining four Heavenly Creation Pearls, and they shot out one by one—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Nezha sneered and curled his lip. "You old geezer, what kind of nonsense baseball rules are you playing at?!"

Effortlessly swatting the shabby pearls away, Nezha grabbed his staff and charged forward, beating the century-old Wen Zhong to a pulp before walking away refreshed and satisfied.

Nezha wasn’t the kind to hold grudges; he preferred to settle scores on the spot. Besides, this time it was Wen Zhong who made the first move. "I call this self-defense retaliation!"

Over in South Capital, nothing much was happening, so Nezha decided to head back to the underworld.

And as for why—this leads inevitably to the discussion of the Divine Skill, "One Qi to Three Pure Ones."

This skill revolved around two key elements: "Qi" and "Transformation." One pertained to the power of the skill, and the other to its cultivation methods.

The concept of "Qi" itself is noteworthy. After Pangu God split heaven and earth, the primordial pure Qi rose upward, while the muddied Qi descended, ultimately evolving into the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

Nezha couldn’t comprehend what type of "Qi" Saint Taiqing was using to cultivate this Divine Skill. Whenever he asked his teacher, he was met with silence. Whether he could master it depended entirely on his destiny, leaving Nezha to figure it out on his own.

After some contemplation, he decided that the muddied Qi was most suited to him.

Upon arriving at the Houtu Palace in the underworld, Nezha walked in respectfully. "Greetings, Lady Houtu."

Lady Houtu maintained her characteristic detached expression. "You’ve done well keeping the underworld in order. What brings you here this time?"

"Lady Houtu, I came to inquire about the muddied Qi of Heavenly Creation."

Houtu didn’t question why Nezha wanted it, but instead explained, "Since Father God split heaven and earth, the pure Qi ascended to form the Primordial Heaven, while the muddied Qi descended to form the Primordial Land. Where within heaven and earth would any muddied Qi remain?"

Seeing disappointment cloud Nezha’s face, Houtu added with a sly twist, "However, if I must say so, there is indeed one place where you can find it."

Nezha immediately asked, "Where?"

"The bottom of the Blood Sea."

Well, there it was—the Blood Sea beckoned.

Just as Nezha was about to speak, Houtu smiled lightly and said, "You’ll have to figure out how to handle this yourself, but as long as you remain within the underworld, I can ensure your safety."

Nezha thought to himself, "So, you’re saying if I step outside the underworld, I’m on my own, huh?" The Blood Sea, a proverbial Primordial Garbage Station—never mind the Ancestor of Nether River, even its boundless Asura inhabitants were a headache. And diving to the bottom to find Heavenly Creation’s muddied Qi? That was a whole other story.

Nezha didn’t rush into action. Instead, he decided to stay in the underworld, cultivating while looking for opportunities. Every day, he worked security detail with a gang of big men, gathering intelligence about the Blood Sea.

Until one day, Nezha was ambushed!

That day, Nezha was patrolling along the reincarnation channel in the Blood Sea with a group of witches, when they spotted several hideous Asuras kidnapping souls.

The witches immediately howled and charged forward, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

CLANG!

A sudden pain struck the back of Nezha’s neck.

He turned around, bewildered, to see a radiant young woman wielding a large staff, half-hidden in the Blood Sea.

The girl, noticing Nezha’s lack of reaction, glanced at her staff in confusion and prepared for a second strike.

But Nezha wouldn’t take it lying down. He snatched her staff and counterattacked, smacking Lady Rashamon squarely across the face. Though the blow had zero effect, it sent her directly into a deep sleep.

Nezha scrutinized the wooden staff in his hand. "What kind of Magical Treasure is this?"

With Nezha’s strength, he could’ve easily smashed Lady Rashamon’s head open. He finally understood why he hadn’t sensed the ambush—this weapon couldn’t deal damage!

Looking at the richly dressed young woman sprawled on the ground, Nezha had a bold idea. He whipped out a Dragon Binding Rope and tied Lady Rashamon up, waiting for the witches to return.

After a while, the witches returned one by one and noticed Lady Rashamon lying there. One particularly dim-witted witch looked excited. "Nezha, is this the wife you’ve caught?"

After glancing her over, he shook his head and said, "Such a petite figure—she won’t bear sons in the future. Listen to me, work on building up your body! When we’re back, I’ll have your sister-in-law find you someone better."

The surrounding big men nodded enthusiastically, agreeing with the dimwit.

Nezha rolled his eyes.

After bringing Lady Rashamon back, he originally thought she’d wake in a day or two. But one week passed, and she still showed no signs of stirring. Nezha resorted to some physical methods to rouse her.

The moment she awakened, her first reaction wasn’t fear but...shyness?

Her eyes glimmered with a predatory intensity as she stared at Nezha, which unsettled him. He’d seen that look far too many times—King Ji and Deng Chanyu always wore it when they got overly clingy.

Lady Rashamon glanced at her own appearance, her youthful face betraying words of surprising audacity: "Ah, so you like this sort of thing?"

Nezha: "???"

Seeing her growing excitement, Nezha was dumbfounded. He had only heard of such things in his previous life but had never witnessed them firsthand.

What should he do?

After weighing his options for a moment, he decided to turn the tables on her. He sealed her six senses and locked her in a confined chamber.

Surprisingly, the tactic worked wonders—within half a month, Lady Rashamon yielded, answering all his questions without hesitation. However, her gaze toward Nezha had grown eerier.

Through her, Nezha learned about the situation.

The young lady indeed had an extraordinary background—she was the youngest daughter of Asura King Zizai Tian Boxun and Heavenly Consort Wu Mo.

The Asura Clan, created by the Ancestor of Nether River as a mimicry of Nuwa’s saintly creation of humans, was comprised of men whose appearances were gruesome and monstrous. However, the women of the Asura Clan were all enchanting beauties with voluptuous figures.

As the pampered youngest princess, Rashamon was doted on by both her father and mother. Raised in luxury, coupled with the corrupting influence of the Blood Sea’s malevolent aura, her character was said to be even more unruly than Lei Zhenzi.

Recently, her parents had been deliberating over potential husbands for her. Rashamon was vehemently against it. "Gross! I’m not marrying any of those hideous creatures!"

In truth, as the most cherished princess, Rashamon had countless suitors in the Blood Sea. She wasn’t lacking for lovesick rich boys wherever she went.

Yet, Rashamon despised them all. That was, until she stumbled upon Nezha while he was patrolling. "So there’s a prime specimen like this in the world?"

With her decisive nature, Rashamon observed him for several days before enlisting some lackeys to distract the witches so she could grab her staff and claim her happiness.

This was peak Asura behavior. The clan’s tradition dictated that when they fancied someone, they’d simply knock them out and take them home—though typically, the gender roles were reversed.

Nezha sighed helplessly. "It’s all this damn handsome face’s fault!"

After some thought, he decided to release Rashamon. Whether he was indulging his habit of "soft on the gentle and hard on the firm" or simply unwilling to hurt his little admirer, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to kill her.

It was like receiving a heartfelt love letter from a pretty junior high girl during high school, urging marriage. Even if you were dedicated to your studies and turned her down, you wouldn’t go straight to the principal and expose her, causing social death and discipline, right?

Such people, Nezha could only respect deeply and say, "True professionals."

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