The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 93 Mosquito Daoist and Xu Puti

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Mosquito Daoist and Xu Puti

Nezha vaguely guessed who the culprit might be, but he chose not to say anything. Even if he said it now, Yang Jian might not believe him.

Yang Chan, lacking the depth of thought that Yang Jian possessed, warmed up to Nezha considerably after recounting a series of investigations. At this point, she pleaded in a tone tinged with desperation: "Brother Nezha—um, senior brother—please, you must help us siblings. I’m begging you, alright?"

Nezha maintained his impartiality. Everyone in the Primordial knows the fate of a do-gooder. Isn’t that right, Hong Yun?

"I am under orders to conduct a thorough investigation..."

Before he could finish, he felt a surge of chilling energy shoot from the base of his spine straight to the top of his head.

Without thinking, Nezha summoned the Qiankun Cauldron to shield all three of them.

Immediately afterward, he enveloped the Qiankun Cauldron within the Mountain and River Map.

Nezha was fast, but their enemy was faster. A strange Daoist, dressed in a black robe with six blood-patterned wings on his back, appeared.

The Daoist wielded a conical blade, which he slashed silently through the air, leaving a black streak behind. Then, with a blur of motion, the figure vanished.

"Second Brother!"

While Nezha’s honed instincts allowed him to dodge the black streak, Yang Jian was not as fortunate. The streak sliced through Yang Jian’s right arm, and as if something strange had consumed it, the entire arm vanished in an instant.

Suppressing his wildly surging emotions, Nezha hurried to examine Yang Jian’s wound. Yang Jian had already sealed the wound with mana. Although his life was not in danger, a severe loss of cultivation was inevitable.

At this moment, Yang Jian was calm despite his pale complexion. He asked with a faint voice, "What was that just now?"

"If my guess is correct, it should be a Primordial species—Blood-winged Black Mosquito," Nezha replied.

Yang Jian did not ask further but looked at Nezha and said, "Martial Uncle, we must continue the investigation."

Nezha countered, "Yang Jian, are you sure? If not for my quick reaction just now, you’d already be a name on the Investiture of the Gods. Your path of cultivation would be severed, and dreams of revenge shattered."

Before Yang Jian could respond, Yang Chan, who had just regained her senses, was already in tears. "Let’s stop, Second Brother. Let’s stop.

I only have you left as family, Second Brother!"

Yang Jian embraced his sister, who had broken down completely from fear and worry, and consoled her: "It’s alright. I’ll cultivate a new arm in another few hundred or thousand years. Besides, I’ve already lost an arm; giving up now would feel like such a waste."

He then gave Nezha a resolute look, signaling that the investigation would continue.

Nezha gestured for Yang Jian to stay inside the cauldron to heal while he retracted the Qiankun Cauldron and surveyed the surroundings through the Mountain and River Map.

It didn’t help much—if the Mosquito Daoist wanted to hide, Nezha’s current level of cultivation was far from sufficient to detect him.

After observing briefly, Nezha draped the Mountain and River Map over himself and constructed a spatial gateway to return to the South Capital.

Just as Nezha departed, a black-robed figure and another Daoist with kind eyes, dressed in Western Sect attire, revealed themselves.

"Daoist Friend, you are known as the number one assassin in the Primordial, and yet you failed this time," the Western Daoist remarked with a smile.

The black-robed figure responded with a hoarse and cold voice, "It was merely a moment of carelessness. Next time, I will ensure his soul is extinguished."

The old Daoist shook his head with a chuckle and said, "Opportunities come only once. Do not act again."

In truth, if the Mosquito Daoist hadn’t been tempted by Nezha’s alluring scent of flesh and blood and shifted his target from Yang Jian, Yang Jian would undoubtedly have ascended to the Investiture of the Gods today.

A single lapse in judgment, however, triggered Nezha’s Merit radar, who in turn shielded Yang Jian. Thus, the outcome was less than ideal.

...

After returning to the South Capital, Nezha didn’t stay long. Surviving one assassination attempt by the Mosquito Daoist left Nezha with a firm resolution: this adversary could not be allowed to live.

If that individual were to attack without restraint, how many of Nezha’s companions could even survive? Ending up on the Investiture of the Gods might actually be considered lucky.

Nezha completed a trip around before arriving again in Xiqi, releasing Yang Jian and Yang Chan from the cauldron.

Old Jiang, upon seeing the one-armed Yang Jian and the tearful Yang Chan, couldn’t help but feel deeply saddened. He didn’t know how to offer comfort.

Hearing Nezha’s intention to consult the Investiture of the Gods, Old Jiang readily lent him the God Beating Whip. No matter out of respect for Nezha or consideration for Yang Jian, he couldn’t refuse.

Nezha repeatedly emphasized that he was borrowing it to assist Hao Tian in solving a case.

Old Jiang understood Nezha’s implication and assured him of his cooperation on behalf of the Great Venerable.

Examining the God Beating Whip carefully, Nezha concluded it wasn’t some precious treasure—it was just a wooden stick. He gave himself a couple of test taps with it and felt nothing.

This proved that Nezha had truly escaped the Great Calamity.

He then tapped Yang Jian a few times. As expected, it had no effect.

Holding the whip in hand, Nezha headed to the Sealing God Platform, where Bai Jian didn’t dare obstruct him. After all, Nezha was acquainted with his old superior and maintained good relations with the new one.

He’d have to be a fool to stand in Nezha’s way.

Pointing the God Beating Whip at the Investiture of the Gods, a faint golden light shimmered, and Lin Si’s Primordial Spirit, repaired by the Heavenly Book’s power, appeared before them, staring in stunned silence at Nezha and the others.

"I’d already killed myself, and yet... how did you all still manage to find me?"

Lin Si didn’t want to talk, but with the God Beating Whip in Nezha’s hands, granting him full authority over the Investiture of the Gods, a single tap rendered Lin Si expressionless. He answered every question posed to him.

After finishing the interrogation, Nezha had just turned his attention again to the Investiture of the Gods when ominous clouds began to gather in the sky.

Nezha: "..."

After returning the God Beating Whip and bringing up Lin Si’s case, Old Jiang caught on immediately and made a note of Lin Si in his small ledger.

Nezha then teleported back to his Heavenly Thunder Mansion.

From Lin Si’s testimony, they uncovered the backstory: Lin Si was a plant by the Western Sect, originally a member of the Western Sect, later reincarnated into the Heavenly Human Dao, awakened his memories through cultivation, and became a Heavenly Soldier in the Heavenly Court.

The process was seamless, leaving even Hao Tian with nothing to critique.

As for the Western Sect disciple who orchestrated all of this? His name was Xu Puti.

However, Yaoji’s descent into the mortal world had nothing to do with the Western Sect.

At this point, Nezha asked Yang Jian, "Still want to keep investigating? We could just blame it all on the Western Sect and be done with it.

Isn’t there a saying: ’Ignorance is bliss’?"

But Yang Jian, harboring some faint premonition, remained firm and said, "Since we’ve come this far, let’s get to the bottom of what really happened to my mother back then!"

Then they continued the investigation, which led them to matters of marriage. Their next stop was the Marriage Hall.

Upon learning that Nezha was a disciple of Lady Nuwa, Yue Lao practically treated Nezha like a revered ancestor.

The moment the three of them arrived, Yue Lao bustled around preparing refreshments and, with a beaming smile, asked, "General, what brings you to my humble hall this time?

I, this old servant, oversee the matchmaking of the entire world on behalf of Lady Nuwa and wouldn’t dare neglect even the smallest duty."

Having been born into the mortal realm, Yang Jian and Yang Chan still held deep reverence for the Heavenly Gods and sat upright with decorum.

Nezha, however, showed no such restraint. Yue Lao, this old geezer, had already been hoodwinked multiple times and yet remained oblivious. Just earlier, when Nezha arrived, the man was preparing to attend a banquet.

"I am on orders from His Majesty to investigate the matter of Fairy Yaoji from years past. Back then, the thread tying Fairy Yaoji’s fate—was it you who wove it?"

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