The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 90 Yang Jian is about to become a Fallen Demon

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Yang Jian is about to become a Fallen Demon

Nezha also intended to properly spar with him and summoned the Bright Silver Spear shining with the Merit Golden Light. He twirled it casually, signaling Yang Jian to make the first move.

Yang Jian’s moves were clearly pragmatic—no unnecessary flourishes—aiming for the quickest possible victory.

However, Nezha, who had trained with the Witch Clan, excelled in this aspect. In terms of combat involving the physical body, no one in the Primordial era could match the Witch Clan.

Below, Jiang Ziya, noticing that Nezha wasn’t going all-out, felt relieved.

Lei Zhenzi watched in shock. Among all the Third Generation Disciples in the Zhou Camp, the only one he rated highly was the habitually low-profile Yang Jian. Now seeing Yang Jian being firmly suppressed by Nezha was somewhat unbelievable.

This Nezha didn’t seem much older than him, so how was his mana so extraordinarily powerful?

The others, who had hoped Yang Jian would teach Nezha a lesson and boost the Chan Sect’s prestige, also extinguished such thoughts—not because Yang Jian was weak, but because Nezha was simply too strong.

On the stage, Yang Jian was forced back once again by a single thrust of Nezha’s spear. His Three-pointed Two-edged Blade emitted continuous wails, and his hands, numbed from the vibrations, trembled uncontrollably. Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew away.

Nezha was speechless. Was this going to recreate the scene of the Monkey versus Yang Jian?

Although he himself was well-versed in the Eight-Nine Profound Skills, using such antics to suppress Yang Jian seemed unnecessarily undignified.

Nezha retrieved the Array Plate Yunxiao had given earlier and activated it with his mana. Array Patterns spread across the sky, and three giant dragons formed from Yellow Sand swiftly pursued Yang Jian, twining together to entrap him.

Yang Jian shook his body, transforming into a Peng Bird in an attempt to break through the blockade of the three sand dragons. Unfortunately, whenever he created an opening, the boundless Yellow Sand would automatically seal the gap.

Even when he fiercely shattered the dragons, the rolling sands would reassemble them once more.

Below, Huang Long watched Nezha with a face full of admiration. Based on Yang Jian’s displayed strength so far, Huang Long himself wasn’t confident he could defeat him in single combat. Yet, Nezha appeared utterly composed throughout the duel.

Had I cultivated for countless Yuan Hui just to end up as a joke?

Having exhausted every possible tactic to break through the Yellow River Formation, Yang Jian regained his rationality, which had been scattered by frustration and hatred. He decisively conceded. He recognized that Nezha undoubtedly still had unutilized techniques.

"In this duel, I, Yang Jian, concede defeat!"

Nezha promptly dispelled the Yellow River Formation without hesitation.

Returning to the stage, Yang Jian’s gaze toward Nezha became profoundly complicated. If just one subordinate of Hao Tian was this strong, what hope did he have of exacting revenge?

In an instant, a whirl of negative emotions—anger, frustration, regret—flooded out from his spirit platform.

Nezha glanced at Yang Jian’s ever-changing expression, puzzled. Why was losing to him such a devastating blow?

At this moment, Nuwa, who had been silently observing, spoke solemnly: "This boy is about to succumb to a Heart Demon."

The concept of Heart Demons wasn’t new to Nezha, but witnessing it directly was a first: "Teacher, what exactly is a Heart Demon?"

"Long ago, when the Daoist Ancestor defeated the Demon Ancestor and attained sainthood by merging with the Dao, the Demon didn’t vanish. Instead, it became entwined with the Dao. Strictly speaking, every cultivator harbors a Demon within their heart."

"Teacher, do you also have one?"

At this question, Nuwa hesitated briefly before replying, "I suppose I do? By principle, I should, though I’ve never sensed it myself."

Nezha fell silent, suspecting his teacher’s cultivation progressed so swiftly that her Heart Demon simply couldn’t catch up...

"Then, Teacher, what should be done about Yang Jian?"

"It depends on him. If he overcomes it, he will gain significant cultivation progress; if he doesn’t, you may as well kill him."

Although Nezha and Nuwa exchanged many words, it all occurred within mere moments of thought.

Below, Jiang Ziya, noticing Yang Jian’s body exuding black qi, immediately rushed forward with a group of disciples. What had triggered this transformation after everything seemed fine a moment ago?

Nezha stopped them, offering a brief explanation about the Heart Demon while setting up an Array to isolate everyone. Who knew whether such a thing could spread?

Nezha felt a little guilty, too. Could simply sparring with him invoke a Heart Demon?

However, when it came time to act, Nezha wouldn’t waver. In this era of the Primordial world, slaying Demons was the ultimate political correctness!

If Yang Jian truly succumbed to his Heart Demon, Nezha could only say: "I’ll take care of your sister; worry not."

He once again deployed the Yellow River Formation beneath Yang Jian and suspended the Ninth-Grade White Lotus atop his head. Leading the group, Nezha began chanting the Sutra of Crossing People.

"All of you, no loafing around! Surely you don’t want Yang Jian to fully fall into Demonhood?"

Gentle purifying white light poured down, accompanied by the deafening chant of the sutra. The black qi surrounding Yang Jian visibly dissipated.

Yang Jian, however, was utterly immersed in his Heart Demon’s reconstructed memories, cycling through endless scenarios of reincarnation, with negative emotions continuously welling up.

Typically, the more serene one’s Heart Realm, the more difficult recovery becomes once it’s breached. Yang Jian was such a case.

The Heart Demon even extrapolated from his memories to present him with a nightmarish future.

Enduring countless challenges to split the mountain and rescue his mother, he still caused her death. Forbearingly serving the Heavenly Court while plotting revenge, he watched helplessly as his most cherished younger sister repeated their mother’s tragic fate.

And, in the blink of an eye, even children appeared!

What the hell—his mind completely collapsed!

The Heart Demon crafts scenarios wherein every choice leads to the worst possible outcome, and now Yang Jian was utterly defeated mentally.

Nezha, observing as the black qi—which had been dissipating—re-intensified, saw Yang Jian’s once-handsome face bulging with veins, turning hideously twisted.

Far away at Yuquan Mountain, True Master Yu Ding—connected to Yang Jian by their shared Qi Fortune—immediately sensed his disciple’s state. After deducing for a long time, he still couldn’t understand why Yang Jian would verge on demonic corruption.

His first act was to head for Yuxu Palace to seek his teacher’s guidance, as he knew he was powerless to resolve this alone. He also instructed Yang Chan to stay in Golden Dawn Cave and not step outside.

Without further ado, he departed.

Yang Chan, far from foolish, quickly discerned from Yu Ding’s expression that something had happened to her second brother. There was no way she’d stay put. Ignoring the servant child’s protests, she rode the clouds straight toward Xiqi.

Arriving swiftly at Yuxu Palace, Yu Ding sought an audience with his master, only to be stopped by Child Bai He.

"The Venerate is in seclusion. Please wait a moment, Senior Brother."

As the attendant servant of Yuanshi Tianzun, he immediately grasped the implication: the master didn’t want to meddle in this affair!

Yu Ding knelt directly before the gates of Yuxu Palace: "Master, this disciple has only Yang Jian as a student to whom I am deeply bonded. I implore your compassion to save him!"

He remained kneeling, refusing to rise.

...

Half a month later, Nezha, now illuminated by the Merit Golden Wheel at the back of his head and exuding an aura of divine sanctity, gazed at Yang Jian within the array. He hesitated—should he strike the killing blow?

At this moment, Yang Jian’s face was etched with ominous black markings. The demonic qi around him even began faintly repelling the erosion of the surrounding Yellow Sand.

Nezha had exhausted all means. While his own Heart Demons were manageable, what could one do about someone else’s Heart Demon?

Though reluctant, Nezha prepared to act.