Chapter 145 - 144 My Brother-in-Law is Remarkable

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Chapter 145 of "The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha" commences with: Chapter 145: Chapter 144 My Brother-in-Law is Remarkable Nezha felt none of it. He believed his... Don’t miss the next part!

Chapter 145: Chapter 144 My Brother-in-Law is Remarkable Nezha felt none of it. He believed his cheap father-in-law was the true protagonist of this calamity. Hao Tian did this to establish his authority. "All of you take a look, even my own sister is not spared by me. You had better behave yourselves!" Nezha was no ordinary immortal; he was an immortal with powerful backing. He wasn’t intimidated in the least. But if the other two Primordial brother-complexes found out, they’d definitely cause some trouble for Hao Tian. Fu Xi, Zhao Gongming: "You’re practically throwing away the dignity of us Primordial brothers!" Nezha had made up his mind and set off to Taoshan with Yang Chan. Long Ji, the Garden Guardian Immortal, was being tightly watched by her mother and couldn’t sneak out with Nezha, the little brat, which made her furious. Pouting, she went back to the Immortal Peach Orchard to eat peaches. Taoshan Yang Jian had been traveling back and forth so much that his originally tidy appearance was now slightly disheveled. At this moment, he stood with a sorrowful expression, gazing at his mother who was suppressed beneath Taoshan. Inside Taoshan, there existed a spatial seal, the place where Fairy Yaoji was imprisoned. Surrounding it were prohibitions and arrays to prevent immortals from approaching. Yang Jian and his mother could only look at each other from afar. "Mother, don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to save you!" Behind a luminous screen, a female immortal dressed in a plain robe, appearing around thirty years old with a beautiful face but a pallid complexion, stood there, flawlessly presented, gazing at Yang Jian with deep pity. "Erlang, stop tormenting yourself. Protecting yourself and your sister is the most important thing." Fairy Yaoji pursed her lips and continued, "Erlang, remember, never make an enemy of your uncle. You... you’re no match for him. My plight for secretly associating with a mortal is entirely my own fault." Yang Jian had originally thought his mother could be freed and happily ran to share the news. Instead, the result was the devastating news that his mother was nearing the end of her life. How could anyone bear this? Fortunately, Fairy Yaoji could still endure for another one to two hundred years. He was convinced there was a way to save her. Fairy Yaoji sighed and stopped trying to dissuade him. She knew it wouldn’t work. Ever since Yang Tianyou died, she’d been confined beneath Taoshan for hundreds of years and had completely calmed down. The impulsive desires of love had passed, leaving only regret—regret for falling in love with a mortal! It wasn’t that she didn’t have feelings for Yang Tianyou; their bond was indeed deep. But now, looking back, marrying a mortal was truly a choice no immortal should make. Strictly speaking, mortals and immortals aren’t even the same species. Back then, in order to stay together with Yang Tianyou, she injected the origin she’d cultivated for thousands of years into him. Without doing so, Yang Tianyou would age—a slow process for mortals, perhaps. However, in Fairy Yaoji’s eyes, Yang Tianyou was visibly aging every moment. Ultimately, with the Queen Mother’s resources, she’d painstakingly cultivated her Earth Immortal body for thousands of years. To improve Yang Tianyou’s abysmally poor aptitude, extend his lifespan, and boost his cultivation, she completely exhausted herself. Not only did she lose the chance for further ascension, but she also now faced the threat of dying of old age. Yang Tianyou hadn’t even benefited from the longevity she’d passed onto him, dying early and reincarnating at thirty-something. After all that effort, it was nothing but a wasted endeavor. It could only be said that love truly blinds, whether mortal or immortal. Over the years, Fairy Yaoji constantly revisited the memories of her time with Yang Tianyou. There was sweetness, of course, but it was just fleeting moments. How could that compare to the carefree life she’d led at the Turquoise Pool after her Immortal Ascension? Although the Heavenly Court was more decrepit back then, she occasionally saw some True Immortals with profound demeanor and elegance—oh, if only she’d known! If she could go out again, she’d certainly not have acted so obsessively like before, pursuing Yang Tianyou’s mortal reincarnations. And now... there was no chance she’d ever step out alive again. Her only assurance now was her son and daughter. Yang Tianyou might have been an impulsive fling, but Yang Jian and Yang Chan were the flesh and blood she’d borne. If she didn’t worry about them, who would? It’s a pity that Yang Jian’s current stubbornness was identical to her love-obsessed state back then. She didn’t even know whether to feel gratified or furious. At the end of the day, she was filled with regret. If she had found someone capable, she wouldn’t have ended up in such dire straits with her children. Enough, enough. At worst, I’ll end myself here and spare my children further burden. Yang Jian watched his mother’s vacant gaze and expressionless face, and his meticulous mind immediately deduced some ominous thoughts, processing countless possibilities in an instant. Suddenly, he began tidying his appearance. Fairy Yaoji was clearly puzzled by his actions but refrained from asking further. Instead, she smiled gently, saying, "My son has grown up so quickly. Look at how handsome you’ve become. I wonder which immortal maiden will have the fortune to marry you." Yang Jian adjusted his hair while pulling out a silver Daoist robe and putting it on, appearing dignified and scholarly. He smiled at Fairy Yaoji and said, "Though I may be considered prepossessing, my brother-in-law surpasses me tenfold in appearance and capability. He’s a key official of the Heavenly Court, a Disciple of the Saints, with profound cultivation, numerous Magical Treasures, and connections spanning the Three Realms of humans, ghosts, and gods. Mother, you should tidy yourself up as well. My sister is bringing her brother-in-law over soon. We can’t afford to embarrass her." Fairy Yaoji, initially resigned to her fate, immediately caught the key word: "Brother-in-law." So Little Chan’er found a husband? Why wasn’t I informed? Given that someone could earn high praise from a prideful Yang Jian, they must be extraordinary. As her daughter’s mother, despite her fallen state, she had to maintain dignity for appearances! Hurriedly, she dashed into the cave, rummaging through her untouched dressing box and wardrobe that had been left for several hundred years. Seeing his mother like this, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. Junior Master Li, the rest is up to you now! If this could save his mother, he wouldn’t hesitate to offer his sister in marriage afterward! During this time, he tested his sister’s opinions, but her responses were always dismissive, saying things like, "Ah, he’s just my boss," "There’s nothing between us—it’s pure and innocent," "Nezha is so busy; even my cousin hardly sees him." Yang Jian was baffled. Do you like him or not? It didn’t matter anymore. The lie about her marriage was already told to their mother. Yang Jian waited three days before Fairy Yaoji appeared again. She emerged in a blue palace dress, her hairstyle adorned with a crown, and her complexion was newly flushed, looking like a proper bride of a noble family. Fairy Yaoji asked nervously, "Erlang, how do I look? I’ve been trapped here for centuries—there are no new clothes anymore." "Mother, your charm is eternal. If we stood side-by-side, people might even mistake us for siblings!" "Nonsense!" Fairy Yaoji shot Yang Jian a glare, though she couldn’t suppress the hint of a smile creeping at her lips. It seemed even female immortals who hadn’t reached Daoist enlightenment weren’t immune to anxiety about aging. Just as the mother and son were chatting idly, the once-clear sky suddenly darkened with heavy clouds. Thunder snakes slithered, and bolts of lightning descended. In a flash, Nezha made a grand entrance! Wearing the official robe of the Thundering General and carrying a spear, he shouted, "Audacious demon! Bold enough to eat grass today, bold enough to prey on humans tomorrow! Where do you think you’re running?!" Yang Chan revealed her figure and echoed, "Exactly! Where do you think you’re running?!" The pangolin spirit underground: "???" Yang Jian: "???" Fairy Yaoji: "???" The pangolin froze momentarily before turning into a golden streak of light, tunneling underground and directly into Taoshan’s interior. Nezha and Yang Chan were about to charge in, but they were stopped by the array. Nezha was ready to force his way through when a diminutive white-bearded old man came scurrying out, pleading, "General, please don’t! General!"

Chapter 145 - 144 My Brother-in-Law is Remarkable

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