The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 370 - 369 Nezha is a Hero

Children always like to act mature, while Old Deng always likes to pretend young.

When praised as "cute," Little Brother became extremely angry.

"Stop treating me like a child! I’m already the hero of Chentang Pass!"

"Alright, Little Brother."

Little Brother clenched his tiny fist, gesturing furiously for a long time but ultimately didn’t strike. When I grow up, I’ll definitely teach you a lesson!

Determined, Little Brother continued to focus on cultivation. Nezha, on the other hand, glanced worriedly out the window. Dark clouds loomed heavily over the city—a sign that something was amiss. Mortals were oblivious, but he could tell at a glance that there was malevolence at work.

Sure enough, during the following half-month, torrential rains drenched the region. Naturally, Li Jing noticed something wrong, but his subpar cultivation offered no solution. All he could do was offer sacrifices to the Dragon King while leading the armored soldiers to dredge rivers and clear floodwater.

As it turned out, worshiping gods and buddhas was far less effective than taking matters into one’s own hands. Over the next three months, the relentless downpour continued unabated. Lady Yin and Nezha also joined the drainage efforts.

The once-elevated main urban area began to accumulate massive amounts of rainwater. At this rate, Chentang Pass would be submerged within months.

Natural disasters were inevitably accompanied by human troubles. While Li Jing did his utmost to purge the Sea Emperor Sect followers, many still slipped through the cracks, fueling sinister rumors in the city.

Li Family’s third son is a demon born into the world, and the calamity of Chentang is heaven’s punishment.

Amid the downpour,

Little Brother, wielding the Fire-tipped Spear, unleashed a fiery dragon into a sand-blocked water channel before him. A vast cloud of steam rose as the channel reopened. Drenched in rainwater and utterly exhausted, Little Brother no longer exhibited his usual liveliness.

With his mana depleted, Little Brother led the mud-covered armored soldiers back to the Li Mansion to rest. As they walked, a rotten cabbage was suddenly hurled at his feet.

"Demon, it’s all your fault! You brought disaster to Chentang Pass!"

A frail middle-aged man shouted, with a group of similar-looking people chiming in behind him.

"It’s all your fault! What kind of hero are you? Killing Lord Sea Emperor’s avatar brought about this calamity!"

"Get out of Chentang Pass!"

"Get out of Chentang Pass!"

Nearby, an exhausted armored soldier’s eyes suddenly flared with unspoken rage.

"You bunch of bastards! If it weren’t for the Third Young Master tirelessly clearing the waterways day and night, you’d all have drowned like damned turtles by now!"

He snarled, swinging his steel spear toward the middle-aged man, poised to draw blood—until Little Brother grabbed him firmly.

Having witnessed life and death, the now-mature Little Brother raised his gaze and asked the soldier, "Captain Xu, do you think I’m a hero?"

The captain knelt on one knee, and the other soldiers followed suit in unison, responding, "Third Young Master, you’re without a doubt Chentang’s greatest hero."

Little Brother lifted his chin proudly and declared, "A hero protects the weak, but this has nothing to do with the weak."

"Third Young Master!"

"Third Young Master..."

...

Returning to his room in the Li Mansion, Little Brother planted his hands on his hips and exclaimed, "How was it? Wasn’t I dashing just now?"

Nezha clapped his hands comically, appearing out of nowhere. He looked amused at how Little Brother had already lost his earlier composure.

"Very dashing, but still a tiny bit inferior to me."

Little Brother was somewhat unconvinced.

"Besides being slightly better-looking, you aren’t cool at all."

Not bothered by the provocation, Nezha replied, "You’ll see it for yourself one day."

...

A month later, the continuous storms finally ceased. Although the sun was nowhere in sight, the people finally began to see hope.

Hope, however, quickly turned ominous. By midday, dark clouds thickened, and an enormous dragon’s shadow appeared above Chentang Pass.

"Where is the General of Chentang Pass?!"

Li Jing, standing atop Chentang’s city wall with his personal soldiers, showed no trace of fear in the face of the giant dragon. Or perhaps, after months of incessant storms, she had already steeled herself for this moment.

"The General of Chentang Pass, Li Jing, is here. I wonder what the Dragon Clan Immortal Master seeks."

The colossal, menacing dragon head descended, its mighty voice echoing throughout Chentang Pass.

"Hmph! Your third son has desecrated the Divine Spirit and brought calamity to Chentang! Do you, as the General, have any shame facing the people of Chentang?!"

As an adult, Li Jing’s first thought was to quell the matter. Regardless of the consequences of this evil dragon, one thing was certain—the people of Chentang would not survive unscathed.

"Immortal Master, my child is young and reckless. When I return, I will punish him harshly. I beg you, please spare the people of Chentang!"

"Fine. Don’t accuse me of being cruel. You must reestablish the Sea Emperor Sect, offer sacrifices of young boys and girls daily, and execute Nezha for destroying my divine statue. Only then will I ensure calm weather in Chentang."

"Otherwise, in three days’ time, Chentang shall be drowned beneath the waves!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Fury flared within Li Jing, but for now, he wavered, unsure whether to confront the dragon with violence or to buy time by seeking aid from Immortals.

Below, many citizens, frightened out of their wits by the massive dragon shadow, begged desperately.

"Lord Sea Emperor, we are innocent! It’s all because someone defiled your altar—it has nothing to do with us..."

"Yes, yes, we will forever worship Lord Sea Emperor."

Some even became extreme: "General, quickly agree! Are you unwilling to part with your son at the expense of tens of thousands of people in Chentang?!"

"Li Jing, as the parental official of Chentang, you must prioritize the people!"

Li Jing hesitated, unable to make a decision on the spot.

In Little Brother’s room at the Li Mansion, Nezha glanced at the furious Little Brother and asked, "Do you still want to save them?"

Little Brother grinned, "I’m a hero, so of course I do."

"Well, you’ve grown up quite a bit."

"I’m not a child anymore!"

...

A skinny middle-aged man shouted from below, "Li Jing, your third son is a demon! Trade him to..."

Before he could finish, an old lady suddenly swung her cane and smacked the man square in the face. "You damned fool! If it weren’t for the Third Young Master, my grandson would’ve been swept away by the flood.

The one releasing the floodgates isn’t the demon—the one saving lives is! You blind old coot, you’ve lost your mind!"

"Anyway, my entire family was saved by the Third Young Master. If we must repay him with our lives, then so be it. Anyone who dares lay a finger on the Third Young Master will have to step over my dead body!"

The old woman’s sons, hesitant moments ago, slapped themselves mercilessly in sudden realization.

"Damn it! I’m such a worthless fool. Mother is right—if death is the price, then we’ll fight this demon to the end!"

With that, he grabbed his hoe and delivered another whack to the scrawny man.

"Pah, spineless coward."

Little Brother’s deeds during this time had not gone unnoticed. Justice was clear in everyone’s hearts.

"That’s right! The Third Young Master is no demon—he’s Chentang’s hero!"

"The Third Young Master is a hero!"

"Nezha is a hero!"

"We will never bow to demons!"

Li Jing, witnessing this, was swept with mixed emotions—fear, pride, and worry. But now, he hesitated no longer.

Clang!

The treasure sword was unsheathed.

"Evil dragon, the Human Clan will bow to no evil!"