The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 78: I, Yang Jian, am Skilled at Supervising Grain

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: I, Yang Jian, am Skilled at Supervising Grain

The two sides began with a skirmish between generals. Both camps had Immortals on their side, but no one played their cards from strongest to weakest.

Moreover, sending Immortals to fight right away—don’t Immortals care about saving face?

Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao tacitly turned the battle into a card game. You send out a general, I send out a general. After a long series of clashes, a few generals died on both sides, but neither suffered any significant losses.

It bored Lei Zhenzi to tears.

Stepping onto his Wind and Fire Wheel, he rushed out and speared the opposing Shang General to death in one move.

Old Jiang was speechless, but he couldn’t quite control Lei Zhenzi.

He glanced apologetically at the fuming Shen Gongbao.

Shen Gongbao cursed Jiang Ziya for a long time, accusing him of not adhering to warrior ethics, then sent up an Independent Immortal to fight.

The nameless Independent Immortal had some skills but not much. Lei Zhenzi, armed with his Magical Treasures and boosted by his Lotus Body—which acted like a special attribute amplifier—defeated him in a few moves.

The remaining Independent Immortals immediately chickened out. This wasn’t what they signed up for!

The kid’s assortment of Magical Treasures outmatched all of theirs combined. How were they supposed to fight that?

Shen Gongbao was also helpless and turned to the two calm princes, Yin Hong and Yin Jiao.

The brothers exchanged a glance. Yin Hong was the first to speak: "Elder brother, let me face Lei Zhenzi."

"Excellent."

Yin Hong, a disciple of one of Chan Sect’s Twelve Golden Immortals, Chi Jingzi, carried all of his master’s Magical Treasures. Defensive treasures included the Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe; offensive weapons like the Water and Fire Blade and the Fangtian Halberd; and control artifacts such as the Yin Yang Mirror.

Striking a dashing pose, he flew into the battlefield and loudly declared, "I am Yin Hong, a disciple of Chan Sect’s Yuxu Palace and one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Chi Jingzi! Second prince of Yin Shang!"

The Zhou Camp was momentarily baffled upon hearing that he was a disciple of Chan Sect. Jiang Ziya asked, "Saint Master decreed that the Rise of Zhou and Fall of Shang is Heaven’s will. Nephew, why aid tyranny in defiance of righteousness?"

Yin Hong and Jiang Ziya were old acquaintances, and Yin Hong angrily retorted, "Jiang Ziya, when you came to Chaoge, the Great Sage Master and my father held you in high regard, appointing you as the State Preceptor. My father even shared Immortal Laws with you. What you are doing now—do you even have a conscience?"

That remark struck Jiang Ziya straight in the heart. He could argue, yes, but couldn’t escape his own guilt.

By all rights, he should’ve repaid Yin Shang with his life already, but his conscience was still troubled.

Seeing Jiang Ziya rendered speechless, Lei Zhenzi interjected, "What’s the point of all this talking? Let’s settle it with our skills!"

The two were evenly matched. Although Yin Hong had fewer Magical Treasures than Lei Zhenzi, his artifacts were multifaceted. After a while, Yin Hong fell into a disadvantage, but Lei Zhenzi couldn’t defeat him outright either.

Lei Zhenzi’s Lotus Avatar completely nullified the effects of Yin Hong’s Yin Yang Mirror.

Watching his younger brother lose ground from atop the city walls, Yin Jiao didn’t hesitate. He took out the Sky Flipping Seal and hurled it downward.

The crowd didn’t recognize the artifact, but Huang Long certainly did. He’d coveted it for ages.

Lei Zhenzi, tied up by Yin Hong’s attacks, saw the Seal descending toward him but was unable to dodge in time.

Huang Long, the perpetual nice guy, turned into his dragon form and swooped in to push Lei Zhenzi aside, blocking the Sky Flipping Seal’s blow. Even Huang Long’s tough dragon body couldn’t handle the hit; severely injured, he reverted back to human form.

Yin Hong swiftly used the Yin Yang Mirror, emitting a flash of white light that struck Huang Long, causing him to collapse immediately.

The loyal Lei Zhenzi charged forward to rescue Huang Long, but was forced back again by the Sky Flipping Seal. Yin Hong, meanwhile, grabbed Huang Long and dragged him back inside the city.

Then they withdrew their forces.

The Chan Sect disciples exchanged worried glances. It was over. Uncle Huang Long had been captured!

Shen Gongbao, a peripheral figure in the Chan Sect, wasn’t particularly close to Huang Long—he could be described as distant at best.

As for Yin Hong and Yin Jiao, there was a saying: the younger generation follows the behavior of their elders. Their masters Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi hadn’t treated Huang Long as a proper fellow disciple from the beginning.

When Huang Long first became a disciple, Guang Chengzi, as Yuanshi Tianzun’s favored pupil, had assumed Huang Long was a decorative dragon his master acquired to admire.

The two brothers didn’t bother to deliberate. The elder prince gave the immediate order: "Hang him from the city walls!"

Then—they partied!

As sons of Yin Shou, neither prince was ever particularly restrained. Though once prone to obedience, they’d had their mad emperor father to keep them in check before.

At the banquet, Shen Gongbao and a group of Independent Immortals flattered the brothers endlessly. One moment they were "heroic youths," the next "future kings destined for greatness."

One compliment praised their inheritance, another promised they’d rule for all eternity.

The brothers, outwardly modest with repeated "you flatter us," inwardly savored it. The grins curling their lips were harder to suppress than an AK’s recoil.

Shen Gongbao then feigned worry: "The opposing Chan Sect disciples are numerous. You’re all of the same sect—I worry the princes might hesitate out of loyalty and fail to fight at full strength."

Yin Hong and Yin Jiao quickly assured him: "The sides are different; we won’t soften our blows for fellow disciples!"

...

Inside the city, the revelry was in full swing, while over at Huang Long’s location, a small insect circled him tirelessly. Waiting for the patrolling soldiers to leave, the insect transformed into a strikingly handsome young man with three eyes on his forehead.

The youth cut the ropes and took Huang Long back to the Zhou Camp.

Bringing Huang Long into a Zhou military strategy meeting, the youth saluted and said, "Yang Jian, disciple of True Master Yu Ding, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, at my master’s command, I’ve come to assist Uncle Jiang in the Rise of Zhou and Fall of Shang!"

Old Jiang studied Yang Jian and immediately felt this young man exuded steadiness and reliability. He rose to greet him personally.

"Nephew, do you have any strategies to deal with our misguided Nephews Yin Hong and Yin Jiao?"

Old Jiang stubbornly stuck to the "misguided" narrative, ensuring the brothers were considered as having merely strayed. As fellow disciples, this meant they couldn’t be killed outright.

He couldn’t bear to watch Yin Shou’s two sons die here.

Yang Jian shook his head but couldn’t help gaining some insight into Jiang Ziya’s intentions: "The two brothers carry their masters’ numerous Magical Treasures. My Mana is weak; I cannot prevail."

Yang Jian’s humility was genuine, though if Yin Hong and Yin Jiao knew of him, he could easily outmaneuver them without much effort.

Jiang Ziya, disappointed in appearance, secretly sighed in relief.

"Then, what skills do you possess, Nephew?"

"Uncle, I am proficient in managing supplies."

...

The next day, the two extremely overconfident princes stood at the forefront of the two armies, challenging the other side. Behind them was Shen Gongbao leading the cheer squad.

Huang Tianhua, son of Huang Feihu, who had long since arrived at West Zhou, was eager to head into battle. Though Jiang Ziya respected his relationship with Huang Feihu, he’d repeatedly assigned Huang Tianhua to minor roles like guarding supply lines or delivering rations.

Essentially, he was kept in the rear lines, away from strong opponents, only sent out occasionally to rack up victories against weaker foes.

Unfortunately, Huang Tianhua didn’t appreciate the sentiment.

Now, donning his armor, wielding two colossal hammers, and astride his majestic Jade Qilin, he looked striking among the Chan Sect disciples.

Old Jiang tried to stop him, but Huang Tianhua charged out on his Jade Qilin regardless.

Yin Hong, with one look, recognized him as a formidable opponent. He instantly pulled out the Yin Yang Mirror. In a flash of white light, Huang Tianhua collapsed without even crossing the Zhou Army’s defensive line.

The Jade Qilin was dumbfounded.

Holy crap, young people—so full of energy, they fall asleep in seconds.

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