The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 307 - 306: What is the Pleasure of the Heavenly Emperor?
Chapter 307: Chapter 306: What is the Pleasure of the Heavenly Emperor?
The Great Tang had essentially entered its golden age, and it was finally time to let go.
As for the Li Family—being the core members of the imperial lineage—most of them had gone off to cultivate immortality. Nezha couldn’t just burn bridges with the remaining relatives.
The following day,
The Emperor of Great Tang, who hadn’t attended court in ages, presided over the assembly, accompanied by the Regent King, Deng Chanyu.
Two major announcements were made.
The first was the complete abolition of the imperial system, transitioning to a constitutional monarchy.
The second was the abdication of her own role as Emperor.
These were monumental changes, but Daji and Deng Chanyu, after reigning as the Great Kings for so many years, hadn’t done so in vain. Even stepping behind the scenes, the entirety of the Great Tang remained under their firm control.
The newly appointed Prime Minister was Jiang Ming, the son of Old Jiang.
The cabinet retained its original officials, while the Parliament would be restructured.
Transfers of power are often bloody and brutal—this happens when there’s no absolute force to maintain order. However, under the Great Tang’s absolute power, the transition of governance was carried out seamlessly.
Of course, there were bound to be problems, but those were no longer Daji and Deng Chanyu’s concerns.
The Imperial Family was effectively reduced to a mascot role. Born into the Li Family, they were guaranteed a life of prosperity with the best education available. If they wished to achieve greatness, they could pursue official channels to enter Parliament or the cabinet.
And, as for whether anyone dared to unsettle them—with so many ancestors watching from the heavens above—
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"Heh heh, Nezha, what kind of official do you think we’ll be in the heavens? If it’s too small, I definitely won’t agree to it."
"Yeah, a higher rank would make it easier to help you out, wouldn’t it?"
Nezha rolled his eyes. Down below, they’d been complaining every day about how tiring it was to deal with state affairs, yet here in the Heavenly Court, they still had ambitions of grandeur.
That being said, their Fate Grids were indeed exceedingly high, making ordinary divine positions unsuitable for them.
After thinking hard for a long time without any conclusion, Nezha decided to head directly to the Turquoise Pool.
The Queen Mother’s aura was still extraordinarily imposing, and compared to her, the two queens of the Great Tang still had quite a ways to go.
When the Queen Mother saw the pair, she didn’t display any animosity. In fact, she admired Daji and Deng Chanyu greatly. As for her being close to Nezha—she didn’t mind that one bit.
(It’s important to note: don’t try to impose modern societal values on immortals.)
"These days, no one cares about loyalty to a single partner or romantic love."
"Among mortals, marriage could be decided with a simple conversation between parents, and that was that."
"For immortals, the standards lean more toward modern ideas: your cultivation, your power, your background, your appearance—and then, finally, your personal feelings. However, love is rarely involved."
"Immortals are seekers of the Dao. Unless struck by a tribulation of emotions, what serious immortal wastes time on love?"
"The foundation of two immortals being together is that 1+1 > 2. Otherwise, it’s just dragging dead weight around."
In the Queen Mother’s eyes, Nezha performed exceptionally well on all metrics. So, why would she care how many confidants Nezha had, so long as Long Ji wouldn’t be negatively impacted under her supervision?
Ultimately, she used her authority as the Queen Mother to grant Daji the divine title of Bixia Yuanjun, and Deng Chanyu the title of Zixiao Primordial Lord. These were prestigious positions that offered both power and leisure, making them highly desirable.
And so, Daji and Deng Chanyu officially completed their onboarding into the Heavenly Court and began their duties.
They found themselves surrounded by familiar faces under Nezha’s leadership, so they weren’t at all out of place.
With Nezha ’recruiting’ talent en masse, the Heavenly Court finally began operating according to his vision.
The immortals, saddled with immense post-war debts, at last received their reparations. While modest, the compensation was enough to relieve their pressing financial burdens. With food in their pockets and peace of mind, coupled with indulgence at the Peach Banquet, they no longer felt as destitute. One by one, they returned to their original posts and resumed their duties.
After settling batch after batch of immortals, the Heavenly Court finally regained its original order. At the very least, it was no longer plagued by gods wandering everywhere like beggars, demanding debts to be repaid. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Their divine forms had been too damaged at that time to even fulfill their basic functions.
As for the rewards Hao Tian had once promised? Well, dream on. Wait until Hao Tian returns and ask him for it! He was merely missing, not dead, so why should Nezha pay up?
The next issue was a far more troublesome one. Although many fallen gods and Heavenly Soldiers from the battle against the Demon World had been resurrected through the Investiture of the Gods, a considerable number were still missing.
At present, they were in a state of "occupying a toilet without using it." If you officially replaced them, it seemed disrespectful, as these individuals had contributed to the Heavenly Court. But if you didn’t replace them, who would do the work?
Nezha had no choice but to look for part-timers. The Heavenly Court was an exceedingly complex and vast system, with many tasks overlapping among multiple officials—like the Twenty-eight Star Constellations.
They were all Star Lords and had to listen to Nezha, the Lord of the Stars, right?
Above the Lord of the Stars was the Mother of the Stars, Doumu Yuanjun, whom they also had to obey, right?
And among the Twenty-eight Star Constellations, there were subdivisions: Eastern Azure Dragon, Western White Tiger, Southern Vermilion Bird, and Northern Black Tortoise. These Heavenly Four Spirits were their ultimate overseers.
So, for most tasks, it was feasible to ask other gods to double up. Would these other gods be willing to take on extra work?
Now saddled with enormous debts, most immortals would eagerly split themselves into three if they could get paid. Hao Tian’s earlier antics had turned them all into workers bound by their Heavenly Mandate.
This stabilized the Heavenly Court for the time being, though it wasn’t a sustainable solution. They still needed to retrieve the missing personnel—but Nezha hadn’t figured out how to accomplish this yet.
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Inside the Palace of the Polestar,
Four figures—one large, three small—watched intently as a luxurious metallic puppet moved on a mirror. Each button pressed on the screen caused the puppet to respond with a corresponding motion.
On the opposite side stood a tiger with wings on its back, looking ferocious—it was none other than Qiongqi.
Above their heads, health bars were projected in the mirror’s reflection.
Nezha’s fingers slid rapidly across the screen, unleashing a dazzling combo that drained Qiongqi’s health bar completely.
The youngest child, Li Geng, clapped excitedly. "Big Brother, Big Brother, you’re amazing!"
Below, Daji, dressed in palace attire and holding a mountain of ’documents,’ frowned sharply.
"Nezha! Geng’er is your adopted son, not your little sidekick!"
Nezha awkwardly set the mirror down with a sheepish smile; the camaraderie had indeed felt more brotherly.
Beside him, Jin Jiao and Silver Horn quickly picked up the mirror to restart the game. On the screen, Qiongqi was dragged back in, looking utterly resigned to its fate. After a couple of futile roars, it could only unleash its rage on the puppet in front of it.
"Ah, why did I die so quickly again?"
"It’s because you’re terrible at it, Brother. Let me have a go!"
Nezha could only shake his head. Being the Acting Emperor was so dull!
He couldn’t understand why Hao Tian had found joy in sitting in this position day after day. Why on earth had Hao Tian been so infatuated with this seat?
Off to the side, Deng Chanyu furrowed her brows while handling military affairs. The shortage of Heavenly Soldiers was proving to be too severe, forcing the Regent King to constantly patch holes with limited resources.
"Nezha! If you’re so bored, why don’t you come and help us work?"
But work? Working was out of the question. He’d worked while he was just a soldier; now that he was the boss, why should he still have to work? Then what was the point of being the boss?
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