The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 367 - 366 Little Brother’s Cultivation Diary

Chapter 367: Chapter 366 Little Brother’s Cultivation Diary

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Three months had passed in the blink of an eye. Little Brother was still grinding the iron rod every day, but not as obsessively as before. Instead, he now followed a carefully planned schedule.

He noticed that although the total time grinding the rod had decreased, it was finally beginning to grow thinner. Interestingly, even his family’s attitude towards him seemed to have changed for reasons he could not fathom.

He still had no friends, but now he had two elder brothers, a mother, and half a father. He didn’t know why, but he still couldn’t bring himself to like Li Jing—thus, "Father" was only half of one.

His mother would teach him various things every day. Although he didn’t particularly enjoy it, he figured learning a little was no big deal if it made his mother happy.

"Hey, they all say I was born from a ball. You’re so amazing—how were you born?"

Nezha lazily rolled over and replied half-heartedly, "Of course, someone as powerful as me wasn’t born through the normal way either."

Little Brother suddenly felt as though he’d found a kindred spirit. He jumped up and exclaimed, "I knew it! One day, I’m going to become a peerless hero—not like those two dull older brothers of mine!

When I become a great hero, I’ll be their leader!"

For the next few days, Little Brother was full of swagger. He even went through old ancient texts during Lady Yin’s culture lessons, looking up extraordinary figures born with signs and wonders.

The more he read, the more he became convinced of a certain idea: These people weren’t just anyone—they were either the Three Emperors or Five Sovereigns, or great ministers who shaped the times. Nezha thought to himself, "Of course, I was destined from birth to be a great hero!"

Once a person has a goal, they start holding themselves to higher standards. Little Brother was someone with incredible determination—once he set a target, he pursued it to the end.

As such, his everyday demeanor began to show maturity, an ability to reflect deeply, and a deliberate drive to absorb knowledge for his growth. Nezha watched all of this quietly.

In truth, Little Brother’s childhood was far happier than Nezha’s. When Nezha was Little Brother’s age after transmigrating, he was still kneeling in the Nuwa Temple, praying with no certainty of what the future held. It could be said Nezha had lived on the edge of a knife.

That day in the martial training arena.

Little Brother, armed with a long spear, was sparring two-on-one against Jinzha and Mu Zha. With Nezha’s mana suppressed, his strength was barely equal to theirs, but after a few exchanges, Jinzha and Mu Zha clearly couldn’t keep up. This was the difference in natural talent.

Jinzha and Mu Zha could only smile bitterly, harboring no jealousy.

Meanwhile, Little Brother furrowed his brows, replaying the recent battle in his mind.

Suddenly, a hearty laughter echoed from the skies. An immortal descended upon the arena, riding a crane—it was Taiyi in this timeline.

Little Brother quickly saluted, but his eyes darted to the side, where Nezha sat atop the clouds, smiling and waving casually.

Though both were Taiyi Golden Immortals, the Taiyi here and the pinnacle Taiyi of Nezha’s world had comparable cultivation, posing no real threat to Nezha anymore.

"Disciple, your skill with the spear has greatly improved. I am deeply pleased," Taiyi said warmly.

Then, he pulled out a long spear with a flaming tip and tossed it to Little Brother, saying, "Here, disciple, take this spear!"

Little Brother caught it and spun it in a dazzling display. Taiyi laughed heartily in satisfaction before posing several questions to him. Although Little Brother’s answers were somewhat naive, his reasoning bore originality and insight.

Taiyi nodded approvingly. "Old Li didn’t let me down—having raised two children before, his parenting skills are top-notch."

"Disciple, I’ve come here specifically to teach you the Yuxu Immortal Technique. Follow me faithfully in cultivation, and the Great Dao will surely be within your reach one day."

The Yuxu Immortal Technique was among the most supreme cultivation methods of the Primordial Era. Even Nezha, who practiced it, couldn’t claim it was superior in every way—only that it suited him better.

Over the next year or so, Taiyi remained at the Li Mansion, instructing Little Brother in cultivation. As for the divine iron strapped to Little Brother’s back, Taiyi conducted a simple inspection and found it harmless, so he didn’t inquire further.

In his eyes, for someone like Little Brother Nezha—blessed by the Heavenly Mandate—it was entirely normal to encounter fortuitous opportunities. There was no need to nitpick every detail.

Over a year later, once Little Brother had gained an entry-level grasp of the Yuxu Immortal Technique, Taiyi departed on his crane.

After seeing Taiyi off, Little Brother immediately ran to Nezha and complained, "That old master... His lessons were dry and boring. Compared to you, he’s way out of his league!"

Nezha smiled faintly, remarking, "You do have good taste." Then, he casually asked, "How’s your iron rod coming along?"

Hastily, Little Brother pulled out what was formerly an iron rod from his back as if presenting a treasure. By now, it could scarcely be called a rod—it was more of a short stick.

"You’ve worked hard. Here, take this."

Saying so, Nezha tossed over a book, which Little Brother caught and cradled like a precious jewel. Looking at the title, he read, "Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Technique."

This divine skill was an amalgamation of profound insights, combining aspects of the Eight-Nine Profound Skills, the ten-foot golden body, Dharma Heaven and Earth, and One Qi to Three Pure Ones. It boasted the early-stage combat power of the Eight-Nine Profound Skills, the material efficiency of the ten-foot golden body, and mastery over abilities like Vajra indestructibility, thousand transformations, Void Wind Control, and Cloud Formation and Rain Formation.

As versatile as this cultivation technique was, it had a fatal flaw: it was incomplete. The Four Symbols of the technique corresponded to the Human, Earth, Heaven, and True Self forms. The theoretical pinnacle was for all four forms to unite, but whether or not this was achievable—and how—remained unknown, even to Nezha.

Nonetheless, as a protective method for Little Brother in his early cultivation, it was more than sufficient.

"Every seven days, I will spend three hours answering your questions," Nezha said to Little Brother, following the teaching method he’d inherited from his own master.

Little Brother became utterly engrossed in the divine skill manual. While the Yuxu Immortal Technique was excellent, it remained an entry-level process for building a foundation. Mystic Sect cultivation techniques were all the same—endless, dry, and unengaging. Though Little Brother forced himself to endure it, he received little satisfaction or feedback.

"Alright, alright," Little Brother replied eagerly.

With his remarkable talent and intense enthusiasm, Little Brother began attempting to condense the most basic Human Form within just a year.

However, he soon encountered a problem—he lacked a foundational spiritual object. While the Human Form could be gradually strengthened through cultivation, starting with a strong foundation was crucial.

The family’s wealth was only mundane wealth. At this time, neither Li Jing in this world nor Old Li in Nezha’s world possessed significant immortal connections.

That day, after finishing his questions, Little Brother sat with a furrowed brow. He had already tried many methods, all of which had failed.

"I happen to have a spare item that can help you condense a Dharma Form, but I’m not giving it to you for free. Unless, of course, you agree to one condition," Nezha said.

The moment Little Brother heard this, his spirits lifted. He thumped his chest and said, "Just one? I’ll agree to a hundred or a thousand, no problem!"

"You must never reveal my existence to anyone else," Nezha replied.

Little Brother didn’t fully understand what Nezha meant, but he nodded and agreed all the same. "If I ever tell anyone, I’ll—"

Before he could finish, Nezha covered his mouth. The last thing Nezha wanted was for the kid to swear a vow to the heavens...

"I trust your character. Just remember your promise," Nezha said.

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