The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 352 - 351: Nezha, I Need Your Help with My Cultivation

Chapter 352: Chapter 351: Nezha, I Need Your Help with My Cultivation

"Sister Yun, what brings you here?"

Yunxiao said solemnly, "Nezha, I need your help with my cultivation."

Nezha: ???

...

At the East Sea Sea Eye Ancestor Dragon Hall, Fu Xi returned with a "home for the holidays" expression on his face.

Stealing teachings was not an honorable deed, so the only one to welcome him was Azure Dragon Meng Zhang Divine Monarch.

At this moment, Fu Xi downed the spiritual wine in his cup in one gulp and said, "Third Uncle, you have no idea what I’ve been through these past three years! Constantly dealing with sand and cement—it’s simply humiliating for a scholar."

Meng Zhang Divine Monarch, understanding Fu Xi’s temperament, comforted him, "You’ve worked hard for the matters of Elder Brother. So, did you gain anything over these three years?"

Fu Xi rolled his eyes. Look down on dragons, will you? He then handed his "study notes" to his third uncle with a flourish.

In this day and age, knowledge was a precious thing. Even Meng Zhang Divine Monarch did not dare to take it lightly; he carefully received the jade talisman and began perusing it earnestly, delving into the valuable knowledge of civil engineering.

Watching Meng Zhang Divine Monarch’s expression shift from serious to puzzled, then from confused to utterly bewildered, he eventually couldn’t help but exclaim, "What on earth are these notes of yours?"

Fu Xi replied self-righteously, "Of course, I just wrote down what I saw!"

Meng Zhang Divine Monarch was immediately skeptical and asked, "That successor of Lady Nuwa, reciting poetry while cultivating Returning Ruins—what does that even mean?"

"And why did you annotate that the obsidian from the starry sky can patch holes? Why is there a poem attached afterward? And forget about the poems—for some reason, your annotations about the poems are even longer than your explanations about the material’s uses and functions!"

Fu Xi suddenly felt a bit guilty. After some intense thinking, he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I’ve got it, Third Uncle. This must be one of Nezha’s schemes!"

After saying this, it seemed as though a light bulb went off in Fu Xi’s mind: "Third Uncle, think about it. My personality is known throughout the Primordial World! That Nezha must be using poems to distract me and stop me from learning the real stuff!"

Seeing Fu Xi’s confident demeanor, Meng Zhang Divine Monarch began to waver. After all, the hearts of Primordial People could indeed be treacherous, and Fu Xi’s theory didn’t seem entirely implausible.

Watching Meng Zhang Divine Monarch’s hesitation, Fu Xi seized the opportunity to ramble on incessantly. Meng Zhang Divine Monarch felt lines of frustration forming on his forehead. You were sent to study civil engineering, not to train in public speaking!

"Enough! Leave now. I’ll take a look at what you’ve brought back."

Seeing that he had muddled his way through, Fu Xi immediately shut his mouth and quickly left the Ancestor Dragon Hall.

Bah, civil engineering is something even dogs wouldn’t learn.

...

Purple Mansion Divine Palace

Nezha had to admit that he indeed misunderstood a little at first. Yunxiao’s cultivation methods, however, turned out to be quite serious.

After the last incident in Yun Meng Swamp, Yunxiao had vaguely realized the existence of some inner demons blocking her path forward. This time, by inheriting part of the East King’s legacy, she not only compensated for her previous depletion of origin but also advanced her foundational strength to a new height.

Thus, she began to sense the path to slay her second corpse. The greatest obstacle on this path was her inner demons.

Inner demons are an ever-present part of a cultivator’s life. Even though Buddhism can suppress them to some extent nowadays, demons will always remain. They tend to seduce immortals when they’re breaking through.

Ordinarily, immortals have resolute minds and can resist inner demons. But during breakthroughs? That’s precisely when fears of the unknown future grip their hearts.

Any slight hesitation, and the inner demons might seize the opportunity to invade.

If they can’t kill you, they’ll infuriate you to death.

Moreover, the higher one’s cultivation, the harder it is to seize new breakthrough opportunities. If Yunxiao misses this chance, it wouldn’t be surprising if millions of Yuan Huis passed without progress. Worse, she might even find her cultivation stuck at the stage of slaying the first corpse—an unfortunate but not improbable outcome.

Inner demons are like a festering boil on a cultivator’s body. Let it sit until the breakthrough, and when it bursts, the experience will undoubtedly be agonizing.

Yunxiao’s plan was to use a needle to gradually pop it bit by bit, acclimating herself and preparing mentally. That way, when the time came to break through, she wouldn’t be so easily swayed by the inner demons.

And Nezha was to act as the "needle." Not because Nezha had any particular ability to trigger inner demons, but rather because he wielded the God Slaying Spear.

This spear was the perfect tool for falling into demonic states.

Actually, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords could serve the same purpose, but compared to Nezha’s controllable God Slaying Spear, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords under Tongtian Sect Master’s control were far too ferocious.

The God Slaying Spear, having endured numerous erosions by Luo Hou, had now been reforged by Nezha. Its demonic nature had significantly diminished, and Nezha’s control over it had greatly increased.

To Yunxiao, the God Slaying Spear was like a needle; the Four Immortal Slaying Swords were like a forty-meter-long big chopper. A needle pokes and drains; a forty-meter-long big chopper would hack both the boil and the person!

The two sat cross-legged inside a grand hall, with Yunxiao already deploying a protective array to prevent disturbances.

"Sister Yun, what should I do?"

Each person deals with their inner demons differently. Nezha’s method was to fight them head-on, but clearly, that approach wouldn’t suit Yunxiao very well.

Yunxiao seemed to have an entire plan set up. She calmly explained, "You’ll enter my Divine Soul, and I’ll loosen some of my suppression over the inner demon. Then, you’ll use the God Slaying Spear to lure it out."

After understanding Yunxiao’s idea, Nezha asked, "Shall we come up with a codeword? Otherwise, if things spiral out of control, I won’t know when to stop."

Yunxiao pondered for a moment and said, "Why don’t you decide? Choose something I’ve never said before so there won’t be any misjudgment."

"If you want to begin, say, ’Patience is the key to catching a little fat lamb.’ If you want to stop, say, ’I’ll definitely come back!’. How’s that?"

Yunxiao froze for a moment after hearing this. But she nodded in agreement—inner demons would replicate and simulate the past while projecting the future. She’d indeed never said these phrases before, nor would she likely ever.

After all, she wasn’t some big bad wolf hungry for lamb.

"Let’s begin then."

The two sat facing each other. A flash of golden light appeared between Nezha’s brows as his Divine Soul entered Yunxiao’s. The first thing he felt was an oceanic expanse of Divine Soul Power.

The importance of the Divine Soul to immortals went without saying. The fact that Yunxiao could lay hers bare to Nezha spoke volumes of her trust in him.

With just a brief sweep, Nezha glimpsed many scenes of Yunxiao invoking the Jie Sect’s profound techniques in her youth.

Nezha: ...

Didn’t expect you to be like this, Yunxiao.

The Divine Soul Power converged, forming Yunxiao’s figure once again.

Yunxiao felt slightly embarrassed about Nezha seeing those reputation-ruining memories, but her Dao Heart remained steadfast.

"Nezha, patience is the key to catching a little fat lamb."

Nezha paused, finding it amusing that Yunxiao could say such strange words with a straight face.

He summoned the God Slaying Spear and began radiating its residual demonic aura. Wisps of black smoke threaded their way toward Yunxiao’s Divine Soul as the scene before Nezha shifted dramatically.

The setting seemed to be somewhere within the Primordial World. Not far away, Yunxiao was clutching the lifeless bodies of Qiong Xiao and Bixiao, crying bitterly.