The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 332 - 331: Teehee

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He was already fearful of traveling far from home, let alone coming to another world.

An unfamiliar realm, unfamiliar rules — that kind of fear and urgency was something most people could hardly comprehend.

It was only after truly becoming Nuwa’s disciple that this sense of crisis and panic gradually transformed into his driving force. After facing one situation after another, coupled with Pangu’s power, Nezha’s current personality was finally formed.

Now, both the man and the woman were equally headstrong.

Clearly, they both had the other’s best interests at heart, yet they each believed the other was wrong for not caring for themselves properly.

"You’re hopeless!"

"Hmph! I am a Quasi-Saint!"

Bang!

The stone beside Jin Ling instantly turned to dust.

Nezha, who had been angrily puffing up his small face, was suddenly stunned when he heard this exchange. Wait, I’m not even arguing with you! I’m not joking around!

Jin Ling, clueless about whatever "joke" this might be, simply turned her head away with an air of dismissal that screamed, "I don’t want to deal with you."

Nezha sighed inwardly, gradually reigning in his temper. Honestly, it wasn’t about who was right or wrong—at the heart of it all, he was just too weak. If he had Pangu’s strength, Jin Ling wouldn’t have to look back or stall for time.

He tugged at Jin Ling’s sleeve. Jin Ling twisted away again, clearly still fuming, deliberately turning her back to him to avoid any interaction.

"Heh, I like you exactly for this stubbornness."

Without hesitation, Nezha stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jin Ling’s waist.

Jin Ling’s body went rigid. She had absolutely not expected Nezha to act like this.

"What are you doing? Let go now!"

Though Jin Ling fought in close combat during battles, she was, at her core, a mage. The innate Xinjin Qi she commanded was energy-based; how strong could her physical body possibly be after transformation?

Without using her mana, she tried pushing Nezha a couple of times, but to no effect.

Jin Ling was caught in a dilemma. Being held like this made her feel shy, but she was also wary of using her mana for fear of injuring Nezha.

After being in Nezha’s shameless embrace for a while, she managed to maintain a composed expression outwardly, but inwardly, her feelings were a tangled mess. Nezha’s straightforward way of expressing himself slowly dissolved the irritation in her heart.

Though her face remained cold, the two of them had essentially stopped bickering altogether.

"Have you hugged enough? Let go!"

"Nope. I’ll let go after a little longer."

"You’re a disciple of a Saint, how can you be so shameless?"

"No problem; you’re a disciple of a Saint too."

Jin Ling was briefly at a loss for words and instinctively pinched Nezha’s waist a couple of times.

After a moment, she added, "Don’t push your luck. Enough is enough!"

"Then next time, you’ll have to listen to me."

"No way!"

"Well then, I won’t let go."

"Fine! Hug all you want! It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of flesh."

"You said it first."

Nezha, fully embodying the spirit of shamelessness, couldn’t help but secretly marvel at how slender her waist was.

For people on the cultivation path, having a Daoist companion wasn’t considered anything shameful. Jin Ling was a legitimate Great Expert in the Daoist world, and her master was one of the Three Pure Ones. Even Yin-Yang Harmony wasn’t a taboo subject.

The only reason she felt a bit embarrassed was that Nezha was just too young!

She had become Tongtian’s disciple not long after Duobao Daoist. Back then, there hadn’t even been a Jie Sect, and Tongtian Sect Master hadn’t yet become a Saint. Her age was utterly incalculable.

Nezha, on the other hand? His bone age didn’t even appear to be five hundred.

It led to some inexplicable awkwardness—at least until Nezha’s cultivation caught up, she would continue feeling uncomfortable about it.

"Let go already! Those two old men outside are laughing at you!"

Nezha didn’t care in the slightest, his face pressed against Jin Ling’s chest. "Those two old bachelors? That’s not mockery, it’s jealousy!"

"You! Your skin is as thick as a city wall."

Unbothered by Jin Ling’s words, Nezha took them as nothing more than playful banter, adding a touch of unique flavor to their dynamic.

The area where they were chatting was actually protected by an array. The conversation between Nezha and Jin Ling couldn’t be heard by those outside, though shadows of the two figures were faintly visible from the outside.

The array could block sound, but it couldn’t quell the gossiping minds of Nanji Immortal and Master Taoyi nearby. While ostensibly watching over Guang Chengzi and the others, both of them kept sneaking sideways glances toward the array.

Noticing the two figures inside still closely entangled, Master Taoyi silently gave a thumbs-up in his heart. Nezha, my junior brother, you’re amazing—taming this tigress is no small feat.

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The array Nezha set up could block Master Taoyi and Nanji, but it could not block Nuwa, the owner of the Mountain and River Map. Traveling long distances could get boring—why not watch some live entertainment?

At that moment, Nuwa gave Tongtian Sect Master a subtly strange look.

Tongtian Sect Master was preoccupied with bickering with his second brother and didn’t notice Nuwa’s expression in the slightest.

Nuwa held back again and again, but in the end, couldn’t resist her mischievous urge for amusement.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, hypothetically speaking, if—I’m just saying if—one of my disciples got a little closer to one of yours, who do you think it would be?"

As the only female among the Six Saints, Nuwa was allowed a little indulgence in non-serious matters. Unless it concerned formal affairs, most of the other Saints—arrogant or modest as they were—would give her some leeway, except for Taiqing.

Tongtian Sect Master paused, then replied, "Yunxiao, probably? That mischievous monkey had been close to her before."

"Senior Brother Tongtian truly cares for his disciples, knowing their situations inside and out."

Nuwa: Hehe.

Tongtian Sect Master had no idea what Nuwa was giggling about. Perhaps his disciple had stumbled across some fortuitous event in the Chaos. His own disciples might not have obtained grand rewards, but when compared to the Chan Sect’s disciples, they were still doing quite well.

Tongtian: Hehe.

The Saints moved at incredible speeds, quickly arriving outside the Primordial realm. Saint Taiqing didn’t directly pull the Chaos Demon God’s corpse into the Primordial realm—it was too massive; simply tossing it in would have turned an opportunity into a disaster.

Upon reaching the Primordial outskirts, Yuan Shi Venerable wasted no time. He extended his hand and extracted thirty percent of the Demon God’s essence, while Saint Taiqing casually drew out another ten percent.

Then, both of them bowed in the direction of Zixiao Palace. "We request the teacher’s intervention."

They received no response, but a mysterious force emerged ahead of the Demon God’s corpse, slowly consuming it. Transforming the chaotic Demon God into something orderly would take time, and with the Daoist Ancestor intervening, there was no need for the Saints to oversee the process.

The Six Saints returned to the Primordial realm, and boundless Merit Golden Light descended from the heavens. Yuan Shi Venerable claimed sixty percent, while Saint Taiqing took forty percent.

Though the Primordial realm hadn’t fully absorbed the Demon God yet, the increase in spiritual energy was already visible to the naked eye. Moreover, the Demon God’s Dao would gradually integrate into the Primordial realm as well.

This Dao was called the Late Dao—delaying aging, delaying death, delaying the arrival of all undesirable things. Perhaps this was how the Demon God had narrowly escaped becoming another soul under Pangu’s axe.

Returning to the Primordial realm, the Saints reclaimed their positions, and myriad cause-and-effect threads were laid bare. Tongtian Sect Master’s face darkened immediately.

Hadn’t they agreed to send their disciples to the Chaos for training? Why did everyone else send avatars while I, in my foolish sincerity, sent my real disciples?

Everyone else he could tolerate, but his two brothers? They’d fooled him too?

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