Chapter 114: Bodhisattva at the Top of - 113

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Chapter 114 of "The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha" opens with dynamic events: Chapter 114: Bodhisattva at the Top of Chapter 113 The trio led by Ci Hang once... Read on for more!

Chapter 114: Bodhisattva at the Top of Chapter 113 The trio led by Ci Hang once again formed the Three Talents Formation to trap an Asura, but this time, another three Asuras hurriedly rushed over to assist. However, Master Huang Long, as if clinging to life with a locked health bar, immediately plunged back into the fray with his injured body to counterattack all three of them. The three Asuras immediately flew into a rage. "You oversized punching bag! How dare you resist? You think you can rescue your damn teammates? Get him, beat him to a pulp!" Huang Long, facing the three Asuras, was still outmatched and got another brutal beating. However, he had endured getting pummeled by five Asuras at once before. Now being beaten up by just three Asuras? Piece of cake. He couldn’t help but wonder, though—could his senior brothers maybe deal with that one Asura who kept biting his dragon claws? That guy was making things extremely unpleasant for Huang Long. Ci Hang fought with great skill but wasn’t adept at killing, while most of the magical treasures of Manjusri and Puxian had already been given to Jinzha and Muzha. Thus, the main force for executing kills still fell on Taiyi’s shoulders. Neither Manjusri nor Puxian brought their own disciples, and one might suspect they were keeping their options open for betting on a third party. Taiyi was well aware of this and very pragmatic. He knew that, due to founding the Qingwei Sect and bearing the responsibility of preserving Chan Sect’s incense offerings, he carried the heaviest burden of tribulation energy among the Twelve Golden Immortals. There was no other way—it all came down to killing. It wasn’t just for himself; it was also for his precious disciple, Lei Zhenzi. While protecting Lei Zhenzi from the tribulations was genuine, so was his paternal fondness. Among the many magical treasures he wielded, the one he was most adept with remained the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, which he reclaimed at the first opportunity when he arrived. Now wielding it once more, the group of five worked together to burn the Golden Immortal Realm Asura to ashes. Then, they all ignored Huang Long again—Yun Zhongzi went off to repair two sets of armor, while Taiyi took Lei Zhenzi for training. Ci Hang, dressed in white, led Manjusri and Puxian to study ways of transcending the resentment and dead souls scattered across the battlefield. Huang Long got beaten up again. If it weren’t for his sturdy health bar and high life regeneration, the wounds he’d taken would have been enough to kill other Golden Immortals ten times over. Even so, Huang Long remained unfazed. Another Golden Immortal from the opposing side fell—victory! An all-out victory without any serious casualties! Although Huang Long found his situation bitter as he kept getting pummeled, he didn’t think his senior brothers were setting him up. Instead, he felt this was the most time-saving, labor-efficient, and least costly way to subdue the Asuras. It was just a bit hard on the dragon, though. In the end, even Senior Sister Ci Hang couldn’t stand to watch anymore and handed Huang Long a gourd of healing pills. She joked, "Precious, huh? Even the landlord’s family has no surplus grain." Though Ci Hang was the only female disciple among the Twelve Golden Immortals, she received no special treatment. She possessed only two treasures: the Suet Jade Flask and a willow branch. Her cultivation level, closely behind Yuanshi Tianzun’s favorite disciple, Guang Chengzi, came purely from her diligence. Meanwhile, Manjusri and Puxian, who were theoretically equal to her in background, talent, and comprehension, lagged behind her cultivation level by an entire major realm. The pills weren’t particularly rare, but to poor Huang Long, they were precious indeed. Even though he joined Chan Sect, he was continuously burdened by the karma of the Dragon Clan. Not long ago, due to the temple punishment incident involving Bi Gan, he was dragged down by the Dragon Clan once again. Out of nowhere, misfortune befell him. But he had long since grown used to his bad luck. Years back, when he went out adventuring with Yun Zhongzi, Yun Zhongzi would jaunt about aimlessly, walk a mere three steps— "Oh! A rare treasure!" Huang Long would stare with his big round eyes, searching everywhere, but still come up empty-handed. "So what if I get beat up over it?" "Didn’t I just get a pill from Senior Sister?" "Totally worth it!" (Paid for in blood!) Meanwhile, on the Shang Army’s side, although the Asura Clan had lost another Golden Immortal-level Asura, they were quite pleased, as their reserves of blood food had increased. For them, death merely meant returning to the embrace of the Blood Sea. Besides, was there ever a day in the Blood Sea when ten or twenty thousand Asuras didn’t die? Child’s play. The Asuras weren’t worried, but Shen Gongbao was. Wait, not the eunuchs—the actual Shen Gongbao. He stayed up late to contact Bodhisattva and refrained from blaming the Asuras for their failures. Instead, he endlessly praised the courage and strength of the Asura Clan. Having interacted with the Asuras for so long, he had a clear understanding of the temperament of the Asura Clan and knew exactly what kind of rhetoric would achieve his goals. He then spoke of how the Chan Sect Immortals resorted to underhanded tricks, too cowardly to face them head-on, which led to the Asuras’ defeat. In the end, he offered kind words of advice, saying, "I’ll present you with another round of sacrificial offerings. Please, all of you, go home. You’ve already helped me a great deal, but the Chan Sect is not an enemy your Asura Clan can afford to provoke." At this moment, Bodhisattva was already seething. Shen Gongbao’s words had succeeded in riling up the emotions of this tribulation-energy-addled Daluo Golden Immortal completely. Upon hearing the first part, Bodhisattva felt smug. While he had killed plenty of his own kin, he thoroughly enjoyed hearing an outsider insect like Shen Gongbao praise the Asuras. The Asuras had no sense of propriety when it came to sneak attacks or not—they didn’t care. But with Shen Gongbao’s exaggerating comparisons, he began to believe the Chan Sect Immortals were despicable and shameless. By the time he heard Shen Gongbao’s well-meaning advice, he was already burning with rage. "You, a petty insect, dare look down on the Asuras?" "The Chan Sect, huh? Watch me crush them now!" "We, the Asura Sect, are the strongest!" At this point, he had entirely forgotten the commands and warnings of the Ancestor of Nether River. Bodhisattva: "The so-called Saints’ Sects? We, the Asura Sect, will obliterate you!" Ancestor of Nether River: "No, the Asura Sect does not want that!" Bodhisattva: "Oh, yes, yes, you do!" Unbeknownst to the Ancestor of Nether River, what was initially a sneaky move had turned into outright theft, escalating into the massacre of the very people running the farm. One can only imagine what expression the Ancestor of Nether River will wear upon discovering this. But the Tongtian Sect Master might just be moved to tears—"Dear Brother Nether River, a true friend!" This time, Bodhisattva directly dispatched a highly gifted Great Asura, An Tuo Jia, who was at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. An Tuo Jia was originally a second-generation Asura. In the flawed creation of the Asura Clan, each successive generation was generally weaker than the last. As a second-generation Asura, An Tuo Jia’s cultivation ceiling was fixed at Taiyi Golden Immortal. However, thanks to his exceptional talent and relentless effort, he reached Taiyi Golden Immortal Perfection at a very young age. Later, in the Blood Sea, he encountered the Twelve-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus. The destruction of Luo Hou’s avatar by Nezha and his group had been the result of an earlier deal between Luo Hou and An Tuo Jia. In exchange, An Tuo Jia obtained two lotus seeds from the World-Ending Black Lotus. In his quest to immerse himself in the essence of destruction, An Tuo Jia inserted both lotus seeds directly into his eyes. The seeds fused with An Tuo Jia’s body in a way incomprehensible to ordinary Immortals. By this means, An Tuo Jia broke through the limitations of the flawed Asura physique and finally ascended to the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. Although he only reached the early stage, his eerie pupil abilities enabled him to contend with even first-generation Asuras to some extent. Through sheer brute strength, he carved out his rightful place. When he received Bodhisattva’s orders this time, he had no choice but to comply. The hierarchical structure of the Asura Clan left him no room for refusal. The Shang Army halted their assault to wait for reinforcements. The Zhou Army wanted to counterattack, but with the Asura Clan present, such a notion was pure fantasy. The sudden calm was unsettling for those who had survived the meat-grinder battlefield. But it didn’t matter—An Tuo Jia, the Great Asura, was about to arrive at the battlefield.

Chapter 114: Bodhisattva at the Top of - 113

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