The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 300 - 299: Hurry and invite Great Immortal Long Ji!

Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Hurry and invite Great Immortal Long Ji! ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The Thunder Department was in complete disarray, yet they managed to gather information about the fourth level. Hao Tian didn’t blame them, though he felt a bit troubled upon hearing the name of the Ruishui River.

The Ruishui River is connected to the underworld’s Six Dao Reincarnation Plate, and the power of the Seven Emotions it possesses is terrifying. Normal immortals can resist it with their will, but for immortals who rely on the Incense Fire Divine Dao, it’s an unbeatable poison.

Even a slight contamination would amplify the wish power within, causing it to backfire on the immortals themselves.

After a brief consideration, Hao Tian thought of a suitable candidate.

"Where is the Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy?"

Hidden on the side and slacking off, Bian Zhuang hurriedly stood up and approached the imperial presence.

"I am here."

Hao Tian nodded, "Then the fourth stage shall be entrusted to the Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy."

"I accept the order!"

Bian Zhuang didn’t want to go, but he couldn’t avoid it.

He charged into the Nine Demon Tower with his rake, and Yayu immediately greeted him with a high-pressure water gun.

Unfortunately, the Ruishui River, which is deadlier than any poison to immortals, was nothing to Bian Zhuang. He had been stationed by the Heavenly River for years, cultivating with the power of the Seven Emotions from the Ruishui River, becoming immune to it long ago.

Bian Zhuang said nothing and swung his rake back. The Ruishui stream surrounding Yayu dissipated upon encountering Bian Zhuang’s mana, resulting in a solid hit.

With a scream, Yayu charged like an enraged bull.

However, Bian Zhuang indeed had skills. Soon, he found the old wound Da Yi had left and used it to kill Yayu.

Bian Zhuang dragged the monster’s corpse with his rake and made himself look very disheveled before exiting the Demon Tower to report his success to Hao Tian.

Hao Tian, being a top Quasi-Saint, easily saw through him, noticing that Bian Zhuang was unscathed and hadn’t exerted much effort. Hence, he just encouraged him with a few words before letting him leave.

Reaching the fifth level, he was troubled again. Who should be sent?

Fire Department, go!

Died? Then use the Incense Fire Merit to reform the body!

The Fire Department went, then they were gone.

A nine-headed serpent guarded the fifth level, with eight real heads and one transformed from dark demonic qi, crafted by Luo Hou, known as the demon beast Xiang Liu, previously slain by the Yu King.

One head spewed fire, another spewed poison water. In the end, Xiang Liu was stronger, leading to the total annihilation of the Fire Department.

Outside, Hao Tian sensed the situation of the Fire Department.

In a grand hall within the Heavenly Court, protected by layers of arrays, the Investiture of the Gods gleamed with golden light, and the gods of the Fire Department emerged one by one, though their faces were grim.

Reforming their godly bodies meant their past efforts were in vain. Belonging to the Fire Department’s True Gods had its perks; they could still take loans to reshape their bodies. The small border gods, however, were a sorry sight; they’d have to wait for someone to rescue them from the Investiture of the Gods if they had no money.

After reforming, the True Gods of the Fire Department dared not delay and rushed to the King Demon Realm. Previously, their wages barely sufficed; now, they must work hard to repay their debts!

Once the Fire Department’s True Gods returned to the battlefield, Hao Tian received news about the fifth level, which was a demonized Xiang Liu.

He looked around but found no suitable candidate to handle Xiang Liu. Even though the demon beast had died once, reducing its ferocity, it was still not something the gods who had recently ascended could deal with.

But Hao Tian had many solutions. The simplest was to find the Divine Artifact, Yu King’s Mountain Splitting Axe. Who held it?

With Nezha, of course.

Hao Tian wouldn’t beg Nezha, nor would he allow Nezha to claim the glory now, so he thought of his daughter, Princess Long Ji.

"Gold Star Taibai, none but Long Ji can break through this level; go summon her."

Gold Star Taibai was a bit speechless. Not you too, pal, using your own daughter?

"I follow your order."

Saying so, he left the Demon World. But instead of heading straight to the Heavenly Realm to find Long Ji, he searched all over for Nezha first.

Thankfully, Nezha knew the importance of contact and had left contact information in many places. Gold Star Taibai contacted Nezha through King Ji and swiftly arrived at Fruit Mountain.

Gold Star Taibai discreetly observed the place but didn’t question Nezha’s reasons for being there; he simply communicated Hao Tian’s frontline situation clearly and concisely to Nezha.

Upon hearing that the fifth stage involved fighting Xiang Liu, and that Long Ji was dispatched, Nezha understood Hao Tian’s intention: using his own daughter to freeload on his magical treasure.

Why does Hao Tian always do this?

No big deal, lend it then.

He wouldn’t leave Long Ji in danger due to his grudges with Hao Tian,

Nezha rummaged through the storage, taking out a pile of protective items along with the Mountain Splitting Axe and handed them to Gold Star Taibai. Long Ji was too weak; otherwise, wielding the Sun-shooting Bow to end Xiang Liu with one arrow would be enough.

Gold Star Taibai left with a substantial amount of things.

Behind him, the blurry scene revealed Guanyin and the Spirit Stone.

"If you are uneasy, junior brother, you could return to the Heaven Palace with Gold Star Taibai. I hear Hao Tian is on the offensive, so the Demon Emperor likely won’t send anyone to disturb this place again."

Nezha shook his head and refused.

"Hao Tian’s current campaign against the Demon World excludes me to establish his own authority. It makes no difference if I go back. Long Ji is under the Queen Mother’s protection, and surely nothing will happen."

...

Indeed, that was the case.

Gold Star Taibai arrived at the Turquoise Pool to announce Hao Tian’s decree, and the Queen Mother of the West felt a headache coming on. She quickly understood the whole story with a slight inquiry.

Although Long Ji had no official position in the Heaven Palace and seemed unassuming, no one could deny she was part of the Heavenly Court. Now that Hao Tian had summoned her, she had to go.

This was very much about duty but not about kinship.

Don’t you know your daughter’s character?

"Have you seen Emperor Ziwei?"

"Minister, I have seen him."

The Queen Mother nodded slightly, instructing the female immortal beside her, "Go call out Princess Long Ji."

The female immortal withdrew, and shortly returned with Long Ji, who bouncingly arrived and leapt at the Queen Mother.

"Mother, were you looking for me?"

The Queen Mother shook her head a bit at the sight of the thousands-of-years-old maiden acting like a child. It’s just as they say: at home rely on mother, outside rely on husband. Fool’s luck indeed.

She whispered some advice into Long Ji’s ear before letting her leave.

Long Ji was indeed excited to exit the Heavenly Realm. Her first question upon leaving the Turquoise Pool was where Nezha was, directed at Gold Star Taibai.

Gold Star Taibai couldn’t explain very clearly at that point, so he mumbled that Nezha had important affairs to attend to, and handed Long Ji the items Nezha had prepared for her.

Long Ji was elated.

Worried Long Ji didn’t grasp the situation, he explained the circumstances further ahead in detail to her. After listening attentively, Long Ji opened the brocade bag Nezha had given her, studied it carefully, then confidently patted her chest and declared, "Fear not, Patrol Envoy, I shall certainly subdue Xiang Liu this time!"

Seeing her so self-assured, Gold Star Taibai said no more.

Upon reaching the Demon World, Long Ji went from being intrigued to being disgusted.

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