The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 84: Long Ji’s Marriage Fate

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Long Ji’s Marriage Fate

Bodhisattva pretended to show off and then smugly returned to the Blood Sea.

The guy didn’t realize he was already afflicted with the Primordial world’s number one curse; he thought he had pulled off a great move and was quite pleased with himself.

Upon returning, he organized a group of Asuras to assist Yin Shang.

With the help of the Asuras, the forces at Yin Shang once again reached a certain equilibrium, leading to a prolonged stalemate.

Nezha lingered here for quite some time, eventually completing the cloud-based teaching.

Meanwhile, Zhao Gongming’s Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearl was finally repaired, but Nezha didn’t covet the treasure; he directly handed the Ocean Stabilizing Divine Pearl over to Yunxiao.

Yunxiao didn’t hold onto Nezha either, but when leaving, she gave him an Array Plate for the Yellow River Formation.

Over in Nantang, development was progressing well, so Nezha decided to seek out some resources to cultivate the Divine Skill "One Qi to Three Pure Ones," which he had tentatively started.

Practicing this required extensive resources; it wouldn’t simply generate formidable combat strength out of thin air.

After considering for a while, Nezha decided to return to the Heavenly Court. The current Heavenly Court inherited a rich foundation from the former Demon Clan Heavenly Court, and with fewer people around now, the resources were practically overflowing.

Besides, he thought: what if Wen Zhong someday suddenly kicks the bucket, and after the Divine Enthronement ends, comes back as his superior? That would be utterly revolting.

He chose the Thunder Department back then purely to spite Wen Zhong.

Finding a temporary job to level up his Divine Position while taking some resources in the process seemed fair and logical.

Nezha honed in on the spatial coordinates for his avatar and teleported in a flash to his Immortal Master Mansion, only to find Princess Long Ji bounding toward him excitedly.

Startled, Nezha activated his Mana, forming a spatial wall in front of himself.

Bam!

Princess Long Ji rubbed her smooth forehead, looking a bit wronged, and muttered, "Nezha~"

Nezha eyed Princess Long Ji suspiciously and said, "You’re acting off!"

Princess Long Ji’s cheeks flushed red as she twisted her body, then pretended to act composed and said, "I just missed you too much!"

After saying this, she tried to pounce on him again.

Nezha decisively stepped back, maintaining a safe distance.

Is this Princess Long Ji an imposter?

The thought barely crossed his mind before he dismissed it: Hao Tian and Queen Mother Yaochi weren’t blind—how could they fail to recognize their own daughter?

Nezha and Princess Long Ji had only met once before. In his impression, Princess Long Ji was like a college-age girl in her past incarnation, naïve and inexperienced. While she did seem to harbor feelings for him, she would never act like this.

Recalling the strange circumstances of her marriage to Hong Jin in his past life, Nezha began to form some ideas.

"Teacher, has someone tampered with Princess Long Ji’s fate?"

Nuwa, though she often passively collected immortals’ tokens through Nezha, had never proactively meddled in her disciple’s romantic affairs.

Even Deng Chanyu from before only managed to wear Nezha down with her relentless persistence.

Now, Nuwa wouldn’t force such arrangements either.

Nuwa furrowed her brows and recovered her Red Embroidered Ball. With the Saint Power activated, she traced it back to Princess Long Ji and found her red string stretched ludicrously long and forcibly connected to Nezha’s fate.

Nuwa indeed held the title of the supreme deity overseeing destinies, but she generally didn’t bother with these matters—she delegated them to the Heavenly Court’s Marriage Hall under Yue Lao’s supervision.

This Yue Lao must have a death wish!

As one of her subordinates, how dare he meddle with her disciple’s fate?

Following Nuwa’s explanation, Nezha pieced together the situation.

Nezha grabbed Princess Long Ji and started walking out.

Confused, Princess Long Ji asked, "Nezha, where are we going?"

"To see your father."

"Huh? How about visiting my mother first? What if my father doesn’t agree to our relationship?"

Nezha rolled his eyes. This girl was entirely consumed by her romantic fantasies now.

Bringing Princess Long Ji to the Palace of the Polestar, Hao Tian was, as usual, poring over his petitions. Nezha wondered how there were so many issues when there were only a handful of functioning officials in the Heavenly Court.

"Yuzhen Yaoling Immortal Master greets Emperor Hao Tian!"

Hao Tian leisurely set down his papers and asked, "Immortal Master, what business brings you here?"

"Your Majesty, someone has tampered with the fates of Princess Long Ji. We seek Your Majesty’s judgment."

It was neither a minor nor critical matter, but Nezha couldn’t stand Hao Tian’s attitude. Someone managed to sabotage his daughter directly under his nose! No wonder Nezha had sided against the Heavenly Court in his original timeline.

Hao Tian was momentarily taken aback and scrutinized Princess Long Ji. Wasn’t she clinging to Nezha pretty tightly last time?

Hao Tian had been fixated on expanding the Heavenly Court’s authority, boosting its power, and achieving his own goal of severing the Third Corpse. Beyond Queen Mother Yaochi, he barely paid attention to his daughters.

Now, however, this matter was a direct slap in the face.

Whatever Hao Tian felt internally, his expression remained nonchalant.

Instead, he examined Nezha for a while and eventually said, "Currently, many positions in the Heavenly Court are vacant, and numerous Star Lords responsible for such matters remain unassigned. Why not handle this matter yourself, Immortal Master?"

Great, he just dumped the issue onto Nezha’s lap.

Nezha contemplated the situation and decided to take on the task. Firstly, the situation was indeed tied to him.

Secondly, in the Heavenly Court, extra work meant extra pay; tasks outside one’s duties earned additional compensation.

Such was the current Heavenly Court policy.

Nezha took the decree personally penned by Hao Tian and, with a somewhat sobered Princess Long Ji, headed straight for the current Marriage Hall, Yue Lao’s domain.

Previously, Nezha had only glanced at the exterior of the Marriage Hall. He was quite curious about the interior.

Knock knock.

An elderly man in festive red robes, leaning on a cane and exuding an air of benevolence, answered the door.

"What brings the Heavenly Master and Princess to visit us?"

Nezha first recited Hao Tian’s decree and then sternly declared, "Brazen Yue Lao! How dare you tamper with the fates of Heavenly Court immortals? You’ve violated Heavenly Rules—I shall send you straight to the Immortal Slaying Stage now!"

Yue Lao panicked instantly. From the Ancient Demon Court to now, his routine had merely involved leisurely sipping tea and matchmaking. He held no lofty ambitions and couldn’t handle this kind of drama.

"Great Immortal, I’ve been wronged! Since the days of the Ancient Demon Court, I’ve always been diligent and law-abiding. How could I possibly dare to violate Heavenly Rules?"

That was indeed true—if he weren’t reliable, Hao Tian wouldn’t have kept him around.

"Take me to see the marriage tree."

"Certainly, Immortal Master."

Yue Lao led the two into the grand hall, where a towering marriage tree adorned with countless red threads stood at its center. Below it were myriad interconnected clay figurines.

These clay figures were Nuwa’s handiwork from ancient times. She avoided micromanaging; with billions of beings in the universe, she couldn’t possibly spend all her time matchmaking.

Besides, sculpting figurines was an old craft of hers.

Nezha observed for a while, his first impression being chaos. The threads were an absolute mess, making one’s head spin.

The societal norms were still relatively honest now, but Nezha shuddered at the thought of how entangled the threads would be in his reincarnation era.

Yue Lao, with his daily routine of pulling and trimming threads, probably endured endless hand cramps.

"Where’s Princess Long Ji’s figurine?"

Yue Lao quickly enacted a spell, locating Princess Long Ji’s figurine.

A small clay figure resembling Princess Long Ji by about eighty percent appeared, her wrist tied with a red thread to another clay figurine.

The second figure looked outright peculiar. Its own thread was notably short, yet it was forcibly entangled with Long Ji’s thread and two other figurines’ threads.

Even more threads from other figurines seemed to be trying to latch onto it.