The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 297 - 296 Still Too Conservative

Nezha sat up and nodded earnestly, "Sister, I still like your original appearance."

"Really?"

"Really."

Opposite him, Guanyin’s expression became a little displeased as she stood up and twirled around, asking, "Am I not good like this?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Nezha answered seriously, "There are tens of thousands of female immortals in the Primordial world who flaunt their allure, but only Sister Guanyin truly embodies compassion.

Heart Demon, you fundamentally don’t understand men."

’Guanyin’ instantly began to twist and transformed into a little black figure, muttering incomprehensible phrases that sounded like curses to Nezha.

Nezha gave a light blow, and the Heart Demon dissipated immediately.

The surroundings shifted once more, this time placing him directly inside a grand hall.

At the center sat a man in a black robe, quietly poised.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither speaking.

Nezha felt awkward in the atmosphere and didn’t know what to say, so instinctively he blurted out, "Yo, good morning! Have you eaten?"

Luo Hou heard this and fell even further into silence. You stole my Destroying Immortal Sword and waltzed in here asking me if I’ve eaten? Are you crazy?

"Hahaha, no worries if you haven’t eaten—I just finished. Anyway, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out now; Guanyin is still waiting for me for lunch!"

Nezha’s will was just about to retreat from the Destroying Immortal Sword when Luo Hou waved his hand, and demonic qi turned into chains, instantly binding Nezha tightly.

"Little friend, don’t be so hasty to leave. Why don’t we have a chat?"

Nezha didn’t see any point in chatting with Luo Hou, but since he couldn’t escape for the moment, he simply sat down, casually dispelling the demonic qi lock as he asked, "I’m a direct disciple of the Daoist Ancestor from the Mystic Sect; what’s there to talk about between us?"

"We could discuss a deal."

"I don’t do business with criminal syndicates."

Luo Hou’s brow furrowed. Criminal syndicates? This brat has quite the mouth, doesn’t he?

Ignoring Nezha’s jab, Luo Hou started talking on his own.

"That petty child Hong Jun—overestimating his abilities—actually intends to invade my Demon World. Utterly laughable. If you cause some trouble for him from behind, when I kill him in the Demon World, won’t you become the new Heavenly Emperor?"

"Besides, you and Hao Tian aren’t exactly on friendly terms, right? By then, ruling the Three Realms with proper legitimacy, marrying his daughter—wouldn’t life be grand? And I’ll even take the blame for it."

Did Nezha feel tempted? A bit.

But then, thinking of the group at Ziwei Star waiting to be fed, he suddenly snapped out of it.

Not to mention, Hao Tian, a top-tier Quasi-Saint, struggles to govern the Three Realms—is a Golden Immortal like me even worth a damn?

"I’m not interested in power."

No matter how his mind fluctuated, this statement was entirely heartfelt.

Luo Hou was somewhat surprised after hearing this. From ancient times until now, countless Great Experts covet this position, openly or in secret; yet, this brat is more open-minded than them? How amusing.

"Very well, very well. Compared to those short-sighted fools, at least you have some self-awareness. Hahaha!"

Nezha was indifferent. He didn’t believe he was any smarter than those Great Experts; he was simply more grounded.

"Old Luo, I think you can’t beat Hao Tian."

Luo Hou’s grin froze upon hearing this.

"I can’t beat Hao Tian? You think I can’t beat Hong Jun’s little gatekeeper?"

Lies don’t hurt people; truths are the sharpest blade.

"Your current body can only exert the combat strength of a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint, right?

Hao Tian has sat atop the Heavenly Court for several Yuan Hui; his resources and cultivation techniques are the absolute pinnacle. Old Luo, your original body has been destroyed. What do you have to challenge him with? How much strength can this Dramatic Demon Body even unleash?"

Luo Hou remained calm, as if Nezha’s reasoning was nothing more than childish banter.

"The capabilities of the Old Ancestor are far beyond your comprehension."

Nezha nodded in agreement. To jump around under the Daoist Ancestor’s suppression like this is indeed quite impressive.

At this point, there wasn’t much else to say. Nezha exerted force with both hands, causing the chains of demonic qi to shatter completely, and transformed into golden particles, his consciousness withdrawing from within the Destroying Immortal Sword.

Inside a nine-story pagoda in the Demon World, Shen Gongbao opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and muttered to himself, ’I’ll need to prepare more measures.’

Nezha regained his consciousness, entirely unaware that his random chatter just raised the difficulty of Hao Tian’s expedition from easy mode to hell mode.

Looking at the Destroying Immortal Sword in his hand, he felt speechless. This thing carried too much of Luo Hou’s imprint—it wasn’t unusable, but he had to constantly guard against the sword’s backlash.

If he were to completely eliminate Luo Hou’s will and demonic nature from the sword, the weapon itself would be rendered useless.

The Tongtian Sect Master didn’t care—he used them casually, and four at once. Nezha found using just one to be quite strenuous.

On the bright side, Nezha had long mastered the God Slaying Spear and had a unique understanding of combating demonic influences. Moreover, in just that brief moment, his cultivation and spiritual strength had grown significantly.

Putting away the Destroying Immortal Sword, Guanyin expressed concern and asked, "Junior Brother, are you alright?"

Nezha looked up at Guanyin and instinctively recalled the visions from the Heart Demon Illusion Realm.

The white veil was still too conservative—add some lace, and perhaps...

Ahem!

"I’m fine; it’s just the Heart Demon disrupted my emotions, making them difficult to calm."

"Amitabha Buddha, then when I chant scriptures for the Spirit Stone, Junior Brother should come and listen."

...

Five years passed in the blink of an eye. Perhaps Nezha’s words did make Luo Hou more cautious, or perhaps Hao Tian indeed put immense pressure on him.

In any case, Luo Hou didn’t send anyone to stir trouble during those five years, and Nezha peacefully stayed on Fruit Mountain.

Fruit Mountain was a name Nezha later changed. He thought, if this place were called Monkey Mountain, wouldn’t he and Guanyin become monkeys?

Elsewhere, thanks to Kali’s guidance back then, Hao Tian’s expedition army finally located the Demon World entrance.

"Your Majesty, the Demon World entrance has been found. I did not fail Your Majesty’s orders!"

Lei Zhenzi knelt on one knee. At this moment, he no longer had the energizing vigor of the Qingwei Sect heir; only the exhaustion from society’s beatings remained.

Five years—you have no idea how I endured these five years, do you?

Countless strange and bizarre dreams, endless. Essentially, he, as the scout, went ahead to explore (get beaten), while other immortals devised countermeasures based on his findings and entered to rescue him.

Lei Zhenzi only wanted to say: I miss Uncle Huang Long desperately!

Hao Tian nodded.

"After this victory, all soldiers shall be handsomely rewarded!"

Lei Zhenzi’s numb face finally lit up upon hearing the mention of money.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hao Tian rose and stepped outside the Dream World, where Guanyin had already left. Yan Zhi and the Dream-eating Rhinoceros approached to claim their rewards upon hearing the Demon World entrance had been located.

The two had no intention of entering the Demon World—why risk their lives for a mere assignment?

Hao Tian didn’t particularly want to part with his money; perhaps his original bounty offer had been too generous?

"You two have indeed rendered great merit in this mission, so how about..."

Before he could finish, Yan Zhi interrupted. The Dream-eating Rhinoceros was timid, but Yan Zhi had no fear of Hao Tian.

"Great Venerable wouldn’t backtrack on his word, would he?

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