The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 305 - 304 Nezha: I’ll Be the Heavenly Emperor for a Couple of Days

Chapter 305: Chapter 304 Nezha: I’ll Be the Heavenly Emperor for a Couple of Days

The Queen Mother had no interest in power, and her way of thinking was quite different from the average male immortals.

She didn’t see the point in exhausting herself to substitute for Hao Tian, only to deal with suspicion upon his return, breaking the previously harmonious family atmosphere—all for the fleeting benefit of enjoying a few days as the Heavenly Emperor. That wasn’t a favorable trade-off.

Even if she wasn’t the Heavenly Emperor, with her cultivation level, there were hardly any beings in the Primordial realm aside from the Six Saints who could make her bow. So why bother?

If she wasn’t holding authority, then she would have to find a way to delegate it.

The first step was to gain recognition—she needed the approval of all immortals; otherwise, having them constantly blocking the gates of the Turquoise Pool would be quite troublesome.

As for competence? Look at Hao Tian, he’s been the Heavenly Emperor for so long, and hasn’t run into any real calamities, right?

The Queen Mother scanned the room for a while, and her gaze eventually landed on Long Ji, who was staring blankly at the sky.

Long Ji was certainly unfit for the role, but her son-in-law, on the other hand, seemed like an excellent choice.

As for the discord between him and Hao Tian?

Heh, they’re men, aren’t they? Always finding something to compete over—typical behavior.

"Where is Emperor Ziwei?"

This time, despite the massive upheaval in the Heavenly Court, Nezha wasn’t personally present. However, a representative had come—one of the senior secretaries, Wenqu Star Lord Yang Chan.

Due to Yang Jian, Yang Chan harbored a strong distaste for her uncle, but her relationship with her aunt—the Queen Mother—was actually quite amicable. After ascending to Heaven, the Queen Mother often looked after her well-behaved niece.

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, the Emperor has descended to the Lower Realm to subdue demons."

The Queen Mother didn’t pry into what demons Nezha was subduing, but instead turned to Gold Star Taibai and said, "Taibai, go and seek out Emperor Ziwei. The Heavenly Realm is in turmoil now, and I, as a woman, am unskilled in governance. Please summon Emperor Ziwei to return and preside over matters."

Ah, mothers-in-law—few words but filled with praise, giving Nezha all the face he deserved.

Gold Star Taibai’s expression flickered, and he nodded in acknowledgment before rushing off to find Nezha.

Boy, my buddy’s rise to prominence is imminent!

Long Ji, who had been sitting dazed this whole time, perked up as soon as she heard Nezha mentioned, though she refrained from acting coquettish given the formal occasion.

Meanwhile, the assembled gods whispered amongst themselves and eventually concluded: letting Emperor Ziwei take over for now didn’t seem so bad.

Comparing Emperor Ziwei’s usual conduct with Hao Tian’s choice to leave them behind in this chaos:

Hiss!

Hao Tian, you could actually take your time coming back.

...

At Huaguo Mountain

Inside Shuilian Cave

Nezha was engraving words on a giant stele. After finishing a lengthy passage, he left four large characters nearby: "Freedom Extreme Intent."

He already had cliffs, waterfalls, and caves covered; how could he leave out the part about fortuitous encounters?

[Freedom Extreme Intent] was a Divine Skill Nezha recently synthesized from his insights into the Power Dao. Its outward manifestation bore some resemblance to a certain effect in an anime, but its core principle was entirely distinct.

The original involved enhancing one’s physical senses and reactions, separating divine consciousness from the body to achieve perfect evasion.

Nezha’s version, however, created a domain around the body that sensed the flow of surrounding forces, preemptively predicting attacks to enable perfect evasion.

This Divine Skill came with numerous limitations—for instance, it couldn’t evade curses or attacks on the Divine Soul. Ultimately, its effectiveness relied on the cultivator’s reflexes. However, before reaching the Golden Immortal stage, an immortal’s attack methods generally didn’t stray far from force-based techniques.

After all, flashy attacks were just a waste of mana; a solid strike worked better than anything else.

For physical combat-focused immortals, this Divine Skill held particular significance—it provided an introductory understanding of the Power Dao.

It was akin to high school physics textbooks. While clearly you wouldn’t reach Newton’s heights, it granted a functional grasp of everyday phenomena.

This marked Nezha’s second exclusively his own Divine Skill since arriving in the Primordial realm.

The Divine Skill undoubtedly had room for improvement. Nezha left only a ’general curriculum,’ curious to see how others might turn this skill into something extraordinary.

Outside, Gold Star Taibai had already arrived at Huaguo Mountain. A group of monkeys surrounded the mountain’s perimeter, chattering excitedly, led by Sleepless and Sleeplessly.

"Sleepless, a white-haired old monkey just floated across the sky!"

"Idiot! That’s an old immortal!"

"Eh? Could that monkey have ascended to immortality?"

This time Sleeplessly fell into deep thought.

"Could be possible."

High above, Gold Star Taibai couldn’t help but stroke his white hair and beard. Did he really look like an old monkey?

...

"Emperor! Emperor!"

Nezha felt puzzled upon seeing Gold Star Taibai.

"Brother Taibai, why are you here again? Did something happen in the Heavenly Court?"

Gold Star Taibai gave a bitter smile and said, "Something major, something major!"

He then explained the situation in detail before concluding, "Emperor, I am here on the Queen Mother’s orders to invite you to ascend to Heaven."

Hearing this, Nezha felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Glancing at the surroundings, he blurted out, "Why go to Heaven? Are they asking me to herd horses?"

Gold Star Taibai quickly shook his head, "My good Emperor, who in Heaven would dare ask you to herd horses?"

Taibai couldn’t help but sense that Nezha was too prone to jokes. As the illustrious Emperor Ziwei, who would dare to burden him with such a task? Little did he know, years later he’d experience a déjà vu of this very scene.

After confirming the Demon World’s demise, Nezha ultimately followed Gold Star Taibai, still puzzled why the Queen Mother had chosen him to temporarily replace Hao Tian. However, in such dire circumstances, even the second-in-command couldn’t shirk responsibility.

Meanwhile, Guanyin and the Spirit Stone remained out of sight.

Outside, Sleeplessly, who had been guarding a small sapling, sprang to life upon seeing the two fly off on a cloud: "Oh my goodness, a monkey really ascended to immortality!"

...

Arriving at the Heavenly Court, the various immortals were still assembled.

"Greetings to the Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother nodded faintly and then spoke, "His Majesty and the Demon Emperor are locked in combat and have disappeared. For now, Emperor Ziwei will oversee all matters."

"I heard Emperor Ziwei hasn’t yet held his inaugural ceremony. There’s no need to wait for your palace to be built; we can host it directly at the Turquoise Pool to announce it to the Three Realms."

Being lavished with support and having the Turquoise Pool offered for use left Nezha in a position where he couldn’t possibly refuse.

And the Queen Mother didn’t give him the chance to refuse.

"I have some privately held peaches left. It’s been years since the Heavenly Court last held a Peach Banquet—this would be a great opportunity to invite all immortals and celebrate while eliminating the demon threat."

The gathered immortals, hearing that peaches would be served, grew visibly excited, their eyes practically glowing. Their bodies had only recently been reborn, leaving their cultivation fragile—they desperately needed those peaches!

"Please, Emperor Ziwei, temporarily take His Majesty’s place and oversee the Heavenly Court!"

"Please, Emperor Ziwei, temporarily take His Majesty’s place and oversee the Heavenly Court!"

"Please, Emperor Ziwei..."

Nezha now fully understood the feeling of being forcibly dressed in a heavy robe—this was it. Even the Blood God’s son from the Blood Sea wasn’t as exhausting as the immortals in the Heavenly Court.

If he claimed he didn’t want the role, it would come across as disingenuous.

Fine!

I’ll take the Heavenly Emperor position for a few days (sarcastic grin).

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