The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 315 - 314: Why Do You Smell So Strange?

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Chapter 315: Chapter 314: Why Do You Smell So Strange?

Hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers suddenly awoke from their dazed state under the piercingly cold gazes. Upon seeing Nezha sitting cross-legged in the center, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Emperor Ziwei again? The boldest man in the Heavenly Court. Looks like it’s another day saved by Emperor Ziwei!

Nezha gathered his thoughts. This time, returning to the Heavenly Court, he could finally begin preparations for breaking through to the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

The speed of his cultivation was indeed astonishing, but compared to those ancient Innate Great Masters, Nezha had only barely reached their starting point. He still needed to work harder.

As for the biggest gain this time, it had to be the Dream Seed. With this thing, Nezha could not only directly comprehend the Dream Dao, but even wield authority akin to the Dream God.

Of course, the Primordial World doesn’t have a Divine Position for a Dream God.

Nezha planned to plant this Dream Seed onto the Taiyin Star. Night and day coexistence, after all, was a common trait shared among most beings of the Primordial World.

Seeing that Nezha was unharmed, Jin Ling and Kong Xuan bid him farewell. A mere month apart was trivial for beings with such long lifespans; unless someone died, they’d surely meet again soon enough. free𝑤ebnovel.com

The three people present weren’t so easily killed.

After bidding farewell to the two elder sisters, Nezha led the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals back to the Heavenly Court. On return, he planned to confront Deng Chanyu: "Who said this Acting Emperor doesn’t handle tasks?"

"Didn’t I just solve a big problem with one move?"

As for Hao Tian, he wasn’t found, but Hao Tian wasn’t important. Leadership in an organization was rarely lacking; it was the people on the grassroots level that truly mattered.

Back in the Heavenly Court, King Ji and King Deng were still diligently buried in their work. Nezha felt a bit guilty, so he properly "rewarded" the two of them.

"Hehe, should we invite Long Ji to join us too?"

"Eh, Ah Yu, you’re trying to corrupt Long Ji!"

"Haha, I’m just letting her see some new scenery."

With no restrictions, these two had their wishes fulfilled. Though their skills were a bit lacking, the enthusiasm they displayed, despite their playful personalities, was boundless—except their stamina couldn’t quite keep up.

Sometime later.

The two kings resumed work after regaining their strength.

Long Ji, meanwhile, happily ran over to bring more fruit.

*Sniff sniff*

"Sister Ah Yu, why does your scent smell strange?"

Playfully teasing when in bed, Deng Chanyu now found herself flustered facing Long Ji.

"Well, I ate some of Nezha’s... Nezha’s juice."

Long Ji, being none the wiser, innocently carried her basket and said with a giggle, "Hehe, I figured you and Sister Daji must be starving!"

"Look, this time I’ve brought peaches, Spirit Branch Fruit, Immortal Spirit Fruit, and more. They’re all delicious."

Deng Chanyu awkwardly chuckled, grabbing a few fruits and stuffing them in her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

Long Ji, fruit basket in hand, moved over to Daji, sniffed curious and asked, "Sister Daji, you ate too?"

Daji’s face flushed as she coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed: "I saw Ah Yu eating and couldn’t resist myself!"

Like a curious child, Long Ji leaned close to Daji and sniffed vigorously.

Daji finally couldn’t tolerate it anymore, giving Nezha—who was trying hard not to laugh—a sharp glare.

"Long Ji, there’s still more over there; you should try some too!"

Long Ji, endlessly fascinated by all things Nezha, responded cheerfully, "Sure, sure!"

She then sauntered over and sat beside Nezha, gazing expectantly at him with a "I want some too" look.

Nezha was speechless. You’re really good sisters, knowing just how to share!

Nezha and Long Ji shared deep feelings, and moving forward would not be impossible, but he felt it was a bit too hasty like this. With Daji and Deng Chanyu being more seasoned partners, it wasn’t a big deal.

But for Long Ji, a touch of ceremony was still necessary.

He needed a way to smooth over this situation.

Nezha’s heart stirred as he came up with an idea.

"Long Ji, you know you’re the one I trust most in the Heavenly Court, right?"

Hearing this, Long Ji puffed out her chest proudly to show her loyalty.

"Of course!"

Feigning seriousness, Nezha nodded and said, "After my recent insights from the Dream Realm, I plan to go into seclusion for a while to break through my cultivation. However, given the turbulence in the Heavenly Court, I can’t let word of my departure get out.

So, could you transform into my likeness and preside over the Palace of the Polestar for me?"

For Immortals, cultivation was the foundation of survival in the Primordial World. A breakthrough was always the most critical matter.

"You can count on me, Nezha! I’ll make sure to protect the Heavenly Court for you!"

Such seriousness wasn’t necessary, given that the Heavenly Court technically belonged to her father...

Nezha chose not to say anything to dampen Long Ji’s enthusiasm, instead pulling her close and hugging her by the waist to encourage her.

Though the two had shared private intimate moments before, having Daji and Deng Chanyu present made him feel a bit shy.

Down below, the two were focused on their work but kept their ears perked and eyes scanning the scene discretely. Seeing how Nezha effortlessly coaxed Long Ji into being as obedient as a kitten, they both gave simultaneous, subtle smirks.

"Poor Long Ji, falling for the traps of this crafty man again!"

Well, it’s exactly what Long Ji liked—compliant, easygoing, delightful to coax, and easily pleasured—which man wouldn’t enjoy that?

After sending news of his seclusion to a few close associates, Nezha retreated deep within the Heaven Palace to begin his secluded cultivation. As one of the pinnacles of the Primordial World, the Heavenly Court had raised someone like Hao Tian, making it an exceptional treasure-land capable of supporting Nezha’s breakthrough effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Long Ji as the counterfeit Acting Emperor officially took center stage.

Familiar with Nezha in every aspect, Long Ji seamlessly played her role as his substitute. To most, she was indistinguishable from the real thing, while dealing with matters often fell to Daji and Deng Chanyu.

Long Ji mimicked Nezha’s carefree and uninterested demeanor, just listening and acting aloof, much like he would.

With Daji and Deng Chanyu’s considerable capabilities, coupled with Old Jiang’s assistance and the return of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, the Heavenly Court was already running smoothly.

As for the remaining missing Immortals, no one bothered searching for them anymore—they could only fend for themselves.

At the highest point of the Heaven Palace, within a luxurious palace, the opulent fixtures and dense Spiritual Energy even surprised Nezha. Hao Tian really knew how to enjoy life!

Removing Hao Tian’s cushion and placing his teacher’s Creation and Transformation Mat down, Nezha sat himself upon it. The first step was to check his resources; running out halfway through a breakthrough would be rather embarrassing.

Nezha was wealthy. The current output from Taihuangtian was bountiful enough to support a Daluo Golden Immortal comfortably. Yet, its development time had been short, and Nezha wasn’t an ordinary Immortal.

That strike in the Dream Realm had consumed virtually five thousand years’ worth of Taihuangtian’s output.

Wars cost resources, and until Nezha advanced to Quasi-Saint, this truth remained undeniable.

Part of his resources came from Nezha occasionally taking on "projects." While the Heavenly Dao provided Merit as the main source, with his current reserve, charging straight to Daluo Golden Immortal was feasible, but there was no need to rush.

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