The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 91 Investigation

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Investigation

The Merit Light Wheel behind his head transformed into a long spear and flew into Nezha’s hand. Harnessing his mana, he aimed the spear at the space between Yang Jian’s brows.

Jiang Ziya and the others, noticing Nezha’s actions, rushed to stop him and asked, "Junior Brother, is there really no way to save Nephew Yang?"

Nezha shook his head and said, "Yang Jian hasn’t fully fallen into demonic possession yet. Killing him now might allow him to enter the Investiture of the Gods and ascend to the Heavenly Court as a deity.

If he becomes fully demonized, the Primordial Realm will not tolerate his existence."

Old Jiang wanted to say something, but in the end, he fell silent and retreated with the others. If Yang Jian entered the divine list, they could lend a hand; if he fell into demonic possession, there would truly be no hope left.

Just as Nezha was about to strike, a woman in white appeared, standing before him—it was Yang Chan, who had rushed over.

"Don’t hurt my Second Brother! Wuwuwu."

Seeing the woman blocking him yet again, Nezha suddenly felt like he was the villain in a novel thrust into a déjà vu moment.

The woman, dressed in white, was extraordinarily beautiful, her eyes swollen red—the sheer appearance of her evoked pity. But Nezha was not someone who would lose his head over a pretty face.

Moreover, Hao Tian was her uncle; she’d be an immortal residing in the Heavenly Court, so what was there to be indignant about? Dragging this out longer would only ensure Yang Jian’s utter destruction.

With a swing of his spear, Nezha sent the woman sprawling to the ground, then thrust it forward without hesitation.

Clang!

Nezha’s spear landed on a simple, ancient jade tripod. A Daoist groaned as he appeared—it was yet another person stepping in to block Nezha.

Nezha: "..."

The Primordial Realm indeed operated on strange principles. After being thwarted three times, Nezha decisively withdrew his spear.

Nezha’s deduction was clear: Yang Jian was undoubtedly going to pull through this ordeal.

Master Yu Ding, flustered and unable to explain, summoned his tripod and tipped it over. A golden speck of light flew out from the tripod and entered Yang Jian’s third demonic Heavenly Eye.

Nezha gazed at the speck of light—it looked like merit but felt purer and holier than his own merit.

Nuwa spoke at this opportune moment: "That is a thread of Heavenly Creation Merit. Brother Yuan Shi is truly stingy—just gifting such a meager amount."

This Heavenly Creation Merit was indeed precious, finite, and diminishing—while Nuwa, the wealthiest of the Six Saints, made light of the matter.

The thread of merit radiated through the demonic qi like a waterdrop entering boiling oil, causing the dark energy to roil violently.

The merit finally settled into Yang Jian’s Primordial Spirit, allowing him to regain a small degree of lucidity from his nightmare.

Overcoming the heart demon was still a monumental challenge, but with his revived clarity, Yang Jian began to notice flaws in his surroundings.

"Third Sister, didn’t you say you admired War Gods like your Second Brother? How could you marry this ordinary mortal?"

The false Yang Chan stiffened slightly and hesitated before replying, "Mortals have their merits too; even immortals change over time."

Yang Jian’s expression shifted as he conjured a phantom image of Nezha using mana. "This is my brother Nezha. Surely you’ve seen him before. If you’ve developed mortal desires, Second Brother can help you."

The heart demon-manifested Yang Chan glanced at Nezha’s image, then at ’Liu Yan Chang,’ faltering in her explanation and beginning to freeze.

In the end, she could only insist, "Second Brother, you don’t understand love!"

Yang Jian couldn’t help but twitch a corner of his lips, silently thinking: It’s not that I don’t understand love—it’s you, demon, who don’t understand women.

As Yang Jian gradually discovered loopholes within the heart demon illusion realm and repaired his fragmented heart realm, the heart demon began to be eradicated.

Externally, the black qi dissipated bit by bit, and the demonic markings on Yang Jian’s face began to fade.

Yu Ding, watching Yang Jian’s recovery, glumly mounted his cloud and prepared to depart.

While guarding him, Yang Chan asked, "True Master Yu Ding, why don’t you wait for my Second Brother to fully recover?"

Yu Ding sighed deeply and replied, "No need; I have other matters to attend to. I shall take my leave."

Nezha watched the scene with an expression of thoughtfulness.

Yang Chan continued to focus her gaze on Yang Jian.

As for Nezha, he turned his attention to what felt like a live performance of Armor Warriors. If it weren’t for his lack of musical skills, surely he’d compose a tune titled ’The Undefeated Hero.’

Meanwhile, Nezha also speculated on whether the Ancestor of Nether River had completely lost his mind. While everyone else tried to stay away from this calamity, he was rushing headlong into it?

Even when hiding out at home, he was manipulated by the Daoist Ancestor for a scheme. And now he dared to show his face again?

Nezha didn’t yet know that Shen Gongbao had already sold a large number of Shang mortals to the Asura Clan for experiments conducted by the Ancestor of Nether River on the Reincarnation Dao.

Indeed, the Ancestor of Nether River himself knew the Path of Slaughter was unsustainable for achieving ascension, so he had been exploring other Great Daos for years.

Thus far, Nezha had spent half a month observing the live performance of Armor Warriors. Thinking to visit Three Immortals Island, he considered recruiting No Brainer and Unhappy for a rendition of ’The Undefeated Hero’—in the realm of music, dance, and theatrics, these two were undeniably unparalleled.

After half a month, Yang Jian finally woke up. Though he appeared normal, his true state remained uncertain to Nezha. Still, at least it was clear he had not succumbed to demonic possession.

After all, Nezha didn’t possess telepathic divine skills like Heart Communication.

Nevertheless, the mission could finally unfold further.

When Yang Chan heard they were investigating the truths of the past, no amount of Yang Jian’s persuasion could convince her to return to Golden Dawn Cave; she insisted on staying.

Hiding behind Yang Jian, she stared at Nezha with wide eyes, wearing an expression that said, "Let’s see how you spin this!"

Of course, Nezha wouldn’t stoop to arguing with a little girl. He brought Golden Light, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan back to the Heavenly Court.

The first matter was to thoroughly question them about the events of the past.

Having endured the torment of the heart demon repeatedly, Yang Jian now recalled every detail of those events with utmost clarity. He too felt something was amiss.

"The one leading the team back then was Marshal Tianpeng?"

"That’s right. But I don’t believe he had anything to do with it. If not for him letting me and my sibling go back then..."

"Do you remember the appearance of the Heavenly Soldiers who killed your father and brothers?"

"I remember them vividly, even in death!"

Now, with only a few minor figures in the Heavenly Court, Nezha promptly took the siblings to track down that Heavenly Soldier.

However, they discovered the Heavenly Soldier had perished during a demon-slaying mission.

An ordinary person might stop investigating at this point, but Nezha was no ordinary person.

At that time, Heavenly Soldiers were not formed from divinely enthroned mortals or immortals, but rather recruited from individuals with merit who adhered to the Heavenly Human Dao, living in the Heavenly Realm before being conscripted into the Heavenly Court.

In other words, even after death, a Heavenly Soldier’s soul would return to the underworld for reincarnation—where their next life might lead them to become a Heavenly Person or grant them deeper blessings to pursue cultivation.

Nezha immediately took Yang Jian and Yang Chan to the underworld.

For Nezha, entering the underworld felt akin to returning home—every little ghost followed protocol, not daring to make a single howl.

Arriving at Yama Hall, Ji Chang was in the midst of judging a case.

Nezha refrained from interrupting him and instead gestured for a Judge to fetch the Book of Life and Death.

The Judge hurried off.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan, trailing behind Nezha all the way, were now utterly dumbfounded. Was his pull in the underworld seriously this immense?

Before long, the Judge returned at a brisk pace, carrying the Heavenly People volume of the Book of Life and Death. Nezha flipped through it but found nothing.

The siblings combed through the volume repeatedly, but the result remained the same.

At this point, there was no longer any doubt—the matter involving Fairy Yaoji definitely harbored deeper issues.

"Typically, a soul failing to enter reincarnation stems from one of two scenarios. Either it was seized by the Asura Blood Sea—devoured and transformed into an Asura—or it was absorbed by the Western Sect’s teachings, thus forever departing from reincarnation."

"But as a Heavenly Person, the soul of that Heavenly Soldier would have had access to a special channel to return directly to the underworld, avoiding the Boundless Blood Sea."

Yang Jian gnashed his teeth and said, "Then it’s the Western Sect?"