The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 63: The Development of the Primordial Female Boxer

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The Development of the Primordial Female Boxer

On the second day of patrol, Nezha casually let go of the Lady Rashamon he had lectured repeatedly about the need for self-love; she wasn’t worth the trouble.

Lady Rashamon walked away with three hesitant turns, eventually returning to the Blood Sea.

The burly Witch Clan brother next to Nezha patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you sure have good judgment. A woman like her is no good—it’d be tough to raise sons with that kind of wife."

Nezha was too tired to argue. "Ah, right, right, you’re absolutely correct," he replied indifferently.

Nezha thought the matter was over, only to run into Lady Rashamon again during patrol the following day.

She was clad in a long red dress, resembling a blooming peony.

"Immortal Master, come hang out!"

Nezha’s expression immediately darkened. What kind of audacious words were these?

Seeing his displeased expression, Lady Rashamon quickly explained, "Didn’t you teach me to practice self-love yesterday? We can start as friends first, and then, hehe!"

It seemed his lecture yesterday had somewhat worked, albeit minimally.

Nezha motioned for the others to leave, then strolled along the edge of the Blood Sea with Lady Rashamon, giving her heartfelt advice as they walked—much like a parent lecturing a teenage daughter about early dating in middle school.

"As a woman, you must practice self-love..."

"Yes, yes, absolutely."

"Women must be self-reliant. Even female Asuras can hold up half the sky."

"You must take responsibility for your own future..."

He rattled off a bunch of teachings, and seeing Lady Rashamon nod obediently throughout, he had no idea how much of it she actually retained.

That same evening, Lady Rashamon returned to her palace and began fiddling with her makeup in front of the mirror, preparing for tomorrow’s meeting with Nezha.

She wholeheartedly believed Nezha’s words, so the more he spoke, the more convinced she became of him. After all, if he were a heartless man, would he have bothered to tell her all this?

That logic seemed infallible.

Heavenly Consort Wu Mo walked in to find her silly daughter playing with her makeup while giggling foolishly. As someone experienced, Wu Mo instantly understood what was going on and teasingly asked, "Oh, Little Rashamon, which handsome Asura have you taken a liking to?"

"Mother!"

Lady Rashamon then recounted her recent experiences to her mother.

"Nezha even said that as women, we must practice self-love and never trust men so easily."

Wu Mo nodded naturally; indeed, those grotesque male Asuras weren’t a good match for them.

"He also said that female Asuras can hold up half the sky."

Wu Mo nodded again; equality in the Blood Sea’s power structure was certainly a valid goal.

"We shouldn’t casually accept benefits offered by male Asuras."

Wu Mo finally grasped the ultimate feminist principle: "Accepting doesn’t mean agreeing."

Lady Rashamon beamed with joy, seeing her mother deep in thought and nodding along.

In a boastful tone, she said, "Mother, Nezha is not only good-looking but also cares about me. None of the other Asuras can compare to him."

Wu Mo wholeheartedly agreed, nodding emphatically. In the Primordial world, few men cared for female cultivators the way Nezha did.

"Daughter, I’ll accompany you tomorrow to help assess him."

"Alright, Mother!"

For the next few days, Lady Rashamon showed up to see Nezha daily. If Nezha wasn’t patrolling, she would seek him out at Yama Hall, leaving Nezha feeling utterly speechless.

At Yama Hall, things were manageable, but in the Blood Sea, things got trickier. He was entirely oblivious to the fact that someone was secretly listening in. With Wu Mo boasting Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation and being on her home turf without any hostility, there was no way Nezha could detect Heavenly Consort Wu Mo.

Little did he know, his meticulous teachings had ignited the rise of the Primordial world’s first feminist fighter.

After her impromptu "feminism crash course," Wu Mo sought out her husband Bodhisattva that evening. Having seen Nezha, she now found Bodhisattva completely unsatisfactory—how could this man possibly deserve her?

Frankly, the influence of the Blood Sea on the Asura Clan ran far too deep. Their emotions were volatile and easily affected. Pair that with Nezha’s striking good looks and the mystic charm of the Tears of Ten Thousand Spirits, and the Asuras were utterly captivated.

Wu Mo wasted no time confronting Bodhisattva after he finished his administrative duties, declaring, "I think female Asuras can hold up half the sky, and starting tomorrow, I, as Heavenly Consort, will take charge too."

As one of the earliest Asuras, Bodhisattva had been steeped in the Blood Sea for countless years. Calling him a male chauvinist would be charitable; treating women as equals wasn’t even on his radar.

In his eyes, female Asuras were mere tools for reproduction. Why had he even granted Wu Mo a title?

Simple—her cultivation level was high enough.

Of course, this view wasn’t unique to Bodhisattva; it was representative of all male Asuras. Otherwise, the clan wouldn’t have such crude and barbaric marital customs.

Bodhisattva immediately shot Wu Mo a disdainful look: "You’re not cut out for it."

Wu Mo flared with anger—when would the Blood Sea’s Asuras achieve gender equality?

What followed was a tumultuous quarrel, which ended with both parties storming off in discord.

Bodhisattva didn’t take the matter seriously and went about his business as usual.

But Wu Mo saw things differently. She promptly gathered her sisters, daughters, and other female Asuras to rally for support. She began with a retelling of the equality narrative, albeit with some creative embellishments.

Then, she shared yesterday’s incident, proclaiming: "All I asked for were some of the powers befitting my role as Heavenly Consort, yet Bodhisattva mocked me, saying female Asuras are nothing but tools for reproduction, subservient to male Asuras. Sisters, is this acceptable?"

The other Asuras had no doubts about the veracity of this claim—it was entirely plausible given the way male Asuras typically spoke. Outrage immediately swept through the gathering.

Wu Mo continued to rally them, declaring, "We female Asuras must claim powers of our own!

We must demand equal status!"

Life in the Blood Sea offered no room for kindness, and the female Asuras unanimously and fervently agreed.

Wu Mo then played the modified recordings of Nezha’s feministic teachings for all to hear, his handsome face causing many of them to secretly swallow their envy.

Of course, not all female Asuras cared about Wu Mo’s vision, but they desired power nonetheless. It was an undeniable fact that the Blood Sea’s male Asuras held predominant authority.

When the next Asura Clan assembly convened, Heavenly Consort Wu Mo publicly proposed the Equal Rights Act for gender parity among Asuras.

Major support streamed in from her sisters.

Male Asuras immediately erupted in anger: "You’re just a bunch of breeding tools! Are you rebelling?"

There was no endless bickering; they resolved matters the way the Asura Clan always did—through raw, physical combat.

Though differences between male and female Asuras weren’t particularly vast, the clan’s creator, Ancestor of Nether River, had been male, which had set the foundational precedent for male dominance.

At times, the Asura Clan could be contemplative, but when fighting broke out, they exhibited Witch Clan-like characteristics.

The Witch Clan fought because they reveled in combat—fighting, exhilarating, fun!

The Asura Clan fought like madmen—reckless chaos, unbridled rage, raw aggression!

Nezha turned to the Lady Rashamon trailing behind him and watched the Blood Sea churn violently in the distance, massive waves occasionally crashing backward: "The Blood Sea sure is lively today!"

Lady Rashamon had come to find Nezha early in the day, completely unaware of the assembly’s events. Thinking it was just those unsightly fools making trouble again, she remarked disdainfully, "Those people from the Blood Sea never quit. Ugly creatures with way too much drama—unlike you, Nezha. You’re good-looking and gentle by nature."

Nezha had become entirely immune to her words. Telling the simple truth wasn’t interesting—how hard was it to sprinkle in some flattering compliments?

The Primordial People were still far too earnest.

Saying a couple of casual lines to his master could earn him praises to the point of embarrassment.

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