The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 339 - 338 The Feces Demon God is So Terrifying!

Chapter 339: Chapter 338 The Feces Demon God is So Terrifying!

Next up was Duobao Daoist, and his congratulatory gift was a dazzling magical treasure—a jade crown radiating golden light.

"This treasure is called the Immortal Radiance Crown. It is a supreme treasure I forged using the evening glow of the East Sea and various immortal materials."

Duobao’s artifact refining skills, even among those below the Saints, were top-tier. This Immortal Radiance Crown was indeed remarkable.

Gui Ling Saint Mother presented a colorful garment, while Huang Long offered a treasure sword forged from metal he stumbled upon in the Chaos. The quality of their offerings was evidently a tier lower than those preceding, but it was understandable.

When it came to Nezha’s turn, before he had even searched for Long Ji, he was already a bit impatient. Yes, Long Ji was sitting together with Nezha. Though she was a princess, she actually held no official position.

By Hao Tian Venerable’s hierarchical standards, she didn’t even qualify to be in the main venue presenting gifts.

With a wave of his hand, Nezha summoned a grand, exquisitely designed carriage with a crystalline blue motif to the center of the field. Its intricate carvings and dazzling lustre left the female immortals present momentarily entranced.

Behind Duobao Daoist, both No Brainer and Unhappy looked on enviously.

"Second Sister, what a gorgeous carriage!"

"Indeed, maybe we should ask Nezha for one someday..."

Before they could finish, a sharp glance from Yunxiao silenced them.

Immortals outside the bureaucratic structure generally didn’t pursue lavish displays, so Nezha’s showy style was quite a shock to them.

The item was undoubtedly exquisite—functional performance aside, it was visually striking.

Long Ji clapped her hands, and twelve young women from the Qingluan Clan stepped forward in matching attire. Three older ones boarded the carriage to serve, while the rest transformed into their true forms to pull the vehicle.

Nezha flicked his finger, and the enormous carriage quickly shrank to a palm-sized model, which he handed over with a smile. "This Bibo Jiu Xiao carriage is a gift prepared by Princess Long Ji and me for Her Majesty. I wonder if Her Majesty likes it?"

After speaking, he handed the intricately miniature treasure to an attendant maiden standing by. The maiden cautiously received it, handling it as if it were made of delicate porcelain.

Zhen Yuanzi, intrigued by Nezha’s display, glanced twice in its direction. The shrinking and storing technique bore some resemblance to his Sleeve Universe and the Western Sect’s Handheld Buddha Country.

The Queen Mother was very pleased. Truth be told, the carriage’s speed was not even a third of her own, but the effort and care put into the gesture by her juniors gave her considerable face. She was delighted.

She showed it to Hao Tian for a quick look, and he suddenly felt his own ride wasn’t as appealing anymore. He begrudgingly admitted that, when it came to indulgence and entertainment, he was indeed no match for Nezha.

After the marvel of Nezha’s gift, only the offerings from figures like Daji brought any real surprises. The rest were mundane—partly because many of them were impoverished by immortal standards, and partly because they hadn’t really put much thought into it.

That said, the Queen Mother truly wasn’t bothered. Although the Peach Banquet bore the pretense of her birthday celebration, it was, in the end, ultimately a means to further Hao Tian’s goals.

Once the gifts were presented, the banquet began, and the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed. Lord Lao, after a brief round of food and drink, left of his own accord; he knew the others wouldn’t let loose with him around.

Once Lord Lao departed, Hao Tian started engaging in roundabout probing, mingling with Duobao Daoist, Xuan Du Great Master, and the clueless Old Zhao. Whatever the actual content of their chat, the scene at least appeared harmonious.

Meanwhile, Gui Ling Saint Mother chatted quietly with Sanxiao and Fire Spirit, inquiring about the recent state of the Jie Sect. Amid complaints, she repeatedly expressed how much she missed the sect.

The Queen Mother, on the other hand, was laughing and chatting energetically with Long Ji, Daji, and a group of female immortals—occasionally pointing admiringly at Nezha, then shaking her head in disdain at the unhygienic Barefoot Immortal.

Nezha was multitasking: managing the toasts from subordinates while joking around with Yang Jian, Old Jiang, and a few others.

Master Huang Long glanced around and realized he barely had any acquaintances left here; most of his senior brothers had perished in Chaos. Those still intact, like Master Taiyi and Nanji Immortal Elder, were likely still babysitting at Kunlun Mountain.

"Nezha Junior Brother, I truly feel ashamed. Back when you asked me to guard the Heavenly Court, I still let Randeng defect. Even after chasing him endlessly, I couldn’t accomplish anything."

Turning around, Nezha saw Master Huang Long’s face filled with regret.

"Senior Brother Huang Long, there’s no need for such words. Randeng Old Lamp had planned this for a long time and even colluded with the Chaos Demon God. Even if I had been there personally, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him."

"During my venture into Chaos, I did encounter Randeng. Do you all know which Demon God he colluded with?"

Nezha’s final question immediately piqued everyone’s interest. Even those caught up in subtle probing shifted their attention slightly towards him.

Nezha was known to many immortals—his reputation as the "Primordial Gossip Broadcaster" (×) cough, *Primordial Fact Finder*—was widespread.

At this moment, Nezha didn’t even need to ask for attention; the crowd was automatically ready to play along.

"We truly don’t know, Your Excellency. Please enlighten us!"

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency, do share and solve the mystery for us!"

Nezha took a sip of wine to moisten his throat and said, "This Demon God is a bit disgusting. If I say it, don’t let it ruin your mood."

The immortals all paused—now they were even more curious.

"Come now, Your Excellency, tell us! Chaos creatures are the sworn enemies of us primordial beings. To know the enemy is to gain victory; please share your insight, Your Excellency!"

Nezha nodded approvingly at the immortal who spoke up first. Nice, kid—you’ve got good awareness!

He then leaned in, his voice low as if sharing a great secret, "Alright then, I’ll tell you—this Demon God, I call him the Feces Demon God."

"The Feces Demon God?!"

The little maiden pouring wine nearby screamed aloud, caught off guard by the shocking name.

Realizing her rudeness, she quickly knelt to beg forgiveness.

Seeing that Hao Tian was about to issue a small reprimand, Nezha hurriedly smoothed over the situation. "Haha, quite a shock, isn’t it? When I met Randeng, I was just as disgusted. To think, someone who had once been a guest at Zixiao Palace would conspire with such a repulsive Demon God!"

With that, he downed the rest of his wine and signaled the kneeling maiden to refill his cup.

The young maiden quickly poured the wine and moved on to serve others.

Hao Tian, seeing this, decided to let the matter slide, considering Nezha’s influence.

Nezha continued with a smirk, "The Feces Demon God may sound crude, but his abilities should not be underestimated. His power lies in creating feces. Any magical treasure or technique that encounters him will be corrupted by his Great Dao and turned into that... substance. You catch my drift."

The surrounding immortals collectively gasped.

The Feces Demon God—terrifying beyond words!

Just imagining their painstakingly refined treasures turning into that foul substance was enough to cause wealth, spirit, and even physical anguish!

Nezha put on a look of mock pity for their naivety and added, "Oh, but the Feces Demon God’s powers don’t stop there. His body also harbors numerous strange parasites. These parasites are immune to weapons and elements. If they invade an immortal’s body, they will devour your internal organs, turning you into nothing more than a breeding ground for them."

Hiss!

Hiss!

"What the hell?!"

...

Though immortal duels and conflicts were common, encountering something this grotesque was extraordinarily rare.

Even the three top-tier Quasi-Saints at the venue fell into contemplative silence. What would I do if I ever faced such a disgusting Demon God?