The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 271 - 270: Ninety-Six and Eighty-Five

Old Li glanced at Lady Yin, who was surrounded in the middle, then at Nezha, shaking his head slightly. Nezha was great in every way, but why was his romantic fortune so overwhelming?

Nezha had no idea why Old Li was shaking his head and thought he was sighing because his wife was being taken advantage of when they finally got out for a vacation.

If he knew, he’d probably just say: "You’re underestimating me, aren’t you?"

Yang Jian had been close to Li Jing back in the day. At this moment, while feeling the pressure from his sister’s burdens, he followed behind Old Li like a protective guard.

Old Li also had a strong impression of Yang Jian. Ignoring the group of young women chirping and laughing, the two of them started chatting about military matters.

And Nezha?

Nezha was playing the role of a driver.

What was a family trip, right? No outsiders were brought along.

Driving slowly westbound, enjoying the leisurely journey while taking in the scenery, whether in the heavens or back in Nantang—it was certainly a novel experience.

Of course, they also encountered numerous Mystic Sect disciples along the way, trying their luck in cultivation. Their levels varied from high to low, but none fell beneath Heavenly Immortal.

After all, the Primordial world wasn’t exactly peaceful.

Huh?

Old Li’s cultivation reached Profound Immortal?

Facing Nezha’s stunned gaze, Old Li nodded calmly and matter-of-factly.

"Thanks to our Ancestor’s teachings."

Nezha looked at the pagoda resting in Old Li’s hand and realized that maybe Li Jing was the true protagonist here.

He had fought tooth and nail through trials and tribulations to finally achieve Golden Immortal status, while Old Li, with a few pointers from Saint Taiqing, had gone straight to Profound Immortal...

It wasn’t jealousy—it was more astonishment. Was the treatment for the Taiqing lineage always that good?

Amid the cheerful laughter of a group of little fairies, they carefree and leisurely arrived at Lingshan in the West.

As the headquarters of the Saint Sects, Lingshan was undoubtedly extraordinary. At the foot of the mountain, golden bricks and glazed tiles paved the ground. Elegant quarters were everywhere, alongside fragrant flowers and treasure trees—indeed, a true Holy Land.

At this moment, Daji and Deng Chanyu were calculating: if they managed to bring some of this back, how many roads could they possibly build, how many troops could they feed?

Golden Light’s eyes sparkled. Her title alone gave it away—she was completely defenseless against the glittering gemstones and red gold-shining treasures.

Or, perhaps it wasn’t just her—most women had little resistance to such things.

The surrounding immortals, hurrying about, were either buried in books or navigating through trials. In stark contrast, Nezha’s group was strolling along, chatting and laughing while enjoying the view; it made them stand out like sore thumbs.

With everyone else so diligent, why were they being so idle?

Nezha completely ignored the strange stares from other immortals—he kept eating, drinking, and playing as he pleased.

Old Li and the others were equally nonchalant.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones acting this way. After wandering around for a while, they suddenly heard someone calling out from afar, "Little Brother Nezha, over here, over here!"

Nezha didn’t even have to look—he instantly recognized the voices.

It was No Brainer and Unhappy.

The two were indulging themselves like carefree schoolkids after a big exam, eating hotpot while singing songs—the ultimate relaxation.

Nezha brought his group over for some introductions.

The relationships were somewhat messy, but the girls still addressed Old Li and Lady Yin as "Uncle" and "Auntie."

Then, after a quick glance at the other women in Nezha’s group, No Brainer and Unhappy huddled close together, whispering endlessly about who-knows-what.

"Do you know if Sister Yun and Brother Zhao also came?"

Upon hearing the name Yunxiao, Bixiao responded, "Our elder brother is still cultivating at Biyou Palace. Only we three sisters came this time. Our eldest sister is inside attempting the trials."

Nezha perked up and asked in return, "Why didn’t the two of you also try?"

At this point, No Brainer and Unhappy confidently put their hands on their hips and declared their respective scores:

"I scored ninety-six!"

"I scored eighty-five!"

Nezha let out a sharp gasp—who would’ve thought? These two actually turned out to be academic stars.

However, Yu Yuan, approaching from afar, twitched at the corner of his mouth and remarked, "Junior Master, you know that the full score isn’t one hundred, right?"

"Brother Yu, what was your score then?"

"One hundred and eighteen!"

Nezha’s group: "..."

Turns out that’s how you knew the full score wasn’t a hundred.

Still, no one actually knew precisely what the maximum score was.

Having nothing else to do, they all gathered together for a casual hangout.

No Brainer and Unhappy had undeniable "life of the party" energy.

Social anxiety? Not a chance.

The duo could only make others anxious about their own social interactions.

While most of the other immortals were busy studying or brainstorming governance strategies, No Brainer and Unhappy were singing and dancing their hearts out, dragging Yang Chan and others into their merriment from time to time.

Shi Ji, terrified by their excessive enthusiasm, ended up wrapping herself in a black robe and hiding—refusing to show even a glimpse of her face. The entire scene was hilariously comical.

Meanwhile, Nezha and the other men carried on drinking merrily, chit-chatting away. Before long, Manjusri and Puxian arrived with Jinzha and Mu Zha in tow.

Manjusri and Puxian, still determined and diligent, greeted Nezha and Old Li briefly before finding a quiet corner to focus on preparing themselves.

Jinzha and Mu Zha stayed behind, knowing their limits well. Since their teachers weren’t confident in their prospects either, they were here just to soak up the experience and that was it.

Old Li was in high spirits today. All his sons were present—it had been a long time since they’d been this united since the Divine Enthronement.

Lady Yin was even happier. Although she’d already reached Earth Immortal status, her mortal mindset remained unchanged. It wasn’t that she lacked ambition—these grounding anchors ensured she wouldn’t lose herself in the Immortal Dao.

After all, she was still Old Li’s wife, the mother of three children.

Right now, watching the group of fairies, she became increasingly delighted. She even started feeling overwhelmed by all the choices, especially after hearing those two lively female immortals mention they had an even more beautiful elder sister.

Nezha was truly blessed!

At the foot of Lingshan, every other spot was immersed in a thick academic atmosphere with small study groups collaborating and analyzing issues. Meanwhile, Nezha’s group was clearly the hangout for ruffians.

It felt like the back row in a classroom.

Their motto? The "Three Goods": eat well, drink well, play well.

As time passed, a few more familiar faces arrived—Guanyin being one of them.

Guanyin had long harbored intentions to join Buddhism. Now, taking the official route, even if she couldn’t rise to the top, it could still elevate her standing in the sect.

After greeting Old Li and giving Nezha a quick update on the Lotus Platform cultivation progress, she went over to Lady Yin and presented her with a beautifully refined Nine-Grade Lotus Platform.

Lady Yin was utterly charmed by Guanyin’s composed and kind demeanor. A few pleasant words from Guanyin had her utterly thrilled before she headed off to join Manjusri and Puxian’s study group.

Next to arrive were Huang Long, Ju Liusun, and Taiyi.

Ju Liusun had essentially been preselected, Huang Long the good-natured companion dragged along to assist, while Taiyi had merely come out for some fresh air.

Ju Liusun and Huang Long headed straight to the trials, but Taiyi joined the laid-back group of ruffians.

"Senior Brother Taiyi, how has Senior Brother Yun Zhongzi been lately?"

Ever since Yun Zhongzi’s cultivation collapsed, Nezha hadn’t seen this talented crafts enthusiast for quite some time.

Stroking his beard, Taiyi replied, "No need for concern, Junior Brother. Yun Zhongzi is deeply blessed. Through rebuilding his cultivation, he may very well achieve greater advancements."

His words rang true—misfortune and fortune were interwoven. By retracing the path of cultivation, Yun Zhongzi discovered many mistakes he’d previously overlooked from his original perspective.

Mistakes he couldn’t correct before could now be addressed without hesitation.

When he eventually returned to Taiyi Golden Immortal status, there might just be a chance for him to attain the level of Daluo Dao Fruit.

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