Chapter 39 Long Ji

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In Chapter 39 of "The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha": Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Long Ji Tightly closing her eyes, wielding the Plain Cloud Realm Banner... Discover the next events!

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Long Ji Tightly closing her eyes, wielding the Plain Cloud Realm Banner in a bout of wild waving, she could block the overwhelming black mist but couldn’t stop Xingtian’s fists. Seeing Xingtian charging straight at her, a red ribbon danced in the air, wrapping around her slender waist. Nezha pulled hard, and Princess Long Ji spun along the ribbon, flying toward Nezha, who caught her in his arms. Princess Long Ji felt herself being embraced by someone and hurriedly opened her eyes. She then gazed at Nezha with her big, watery eyes, motionless. Princess Long Ji didn’t understand what it meant to be captivated in just one glance and to fall for countless lifetimes; she just felt her heart racing, her face heating up. This Daoist friend was exceptionally handsome. Nezha wasn’t thinking of anything else, carrying Princess Long Ji while using his Space Divine Power to flash several times in succession, finally finding a collapsed palace for shelter. Looking at the fairy who stared blankly at him, he thought she may have been terrified or was momentarily dazed by the influence of his Tears of Ten Thousand Spirits. Putting her down, he waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Fairy? Fairy?" He called out several times, and finally, Princess Long Ji’s mind rebooted. Ah! Her first reaction after rebooting was to turn and tidy up her appearance. Nezha glanced at Princess Long Ji, who had turned her back to fuss with herself, feeling puzzled. Are all female immortals outside this concerned about their image? Not long after, Princess Long Ji turned back around, looking dignified and graceful. She said, "I, Daoist Long Ji, greet you, Daoist friend." Princess Long Ji? Isn’t this the daughter of Old Deng, Hao Tian? Nezha glanced her up and down twice, pondering the feasibility of bringing Princess Long Ji back home and, later, casually asking Hao Tian, "Old Deng, is my Wind and Fire Wheel safe parked at the South Heavenly Gate?" But looking at her eyes, so pure like his past life’s university days, he thought about it again and decided to drop the idea. His conscience wouldn’t let him. Nezha wasn’t in a rush. The task entrusted to him by Predecessor Meng Po hadn’t set a timeframe anyway. Why rush into a life-and-death battle now when he could chat with a beautiful young lady instead? Besides, is this really slacking off? This is guarding Hao Tian’s daughter up close. If he knew, he’d surely thank me! Let Xingtian tear things down for a while longer! Right now, Princess Long Ji was completely captivated by Nezha’s charms. Xingtian? A burly guy with muscles—how could he compare to the gorgeous young man before her? The two started casually chatting inside the ruined palace, and before long, their conversation veered toward magical treasures. "The Immortal Sword you were using earlier was quite impressive." Princess Long Ji offered him a look of approval and, with a treasure-showing enthusiasm, pulled out her stash: "Look, this one is called Longquan, this one is Yaochi, and this one is Luanfei..." Nezha felt like this chick was showing off. He reached out and brought out his own crafted Yuanhong: "Look, I made this one." Princess Long Ji fiddled with it for a moment before pulling out yet another Immortal Sword: "Look at this one..." "Then take a look at mine..." "See, this is the Four Seas Bottle—it can contain water from all Four Seas!" "Look, this is the Five-Colored Divine Stone—it’s for mending the heavens!" "Then take a look at mine, the Mist and Dew Qiankun Net..." "I think it’s just okay. But wait till you see this sprout of the Pure World White Lotus..." Their competitive streak over magical treasures had been ignited since their youth, and now it was a full-blown rivalry. Nuwa and Queen Mother Yaochi watched the scene unfold awkwardly from the shadows. Sharing a sheepish smile, Queen Mother Yaochi said, "Ahahahaha, my daughter’s cultivation level is too low, so I gave her several magical treasures for protection. Let me apologize to my senior sister for the embarrassment." Nuwa also seemed somewhat uncomfortable: "I understand, I understand. My disciple is no different." But another observer, Hao Tian, was utterly exasperated. He’d come all this way, and they weren’t working—they were just flirting with his daughter?! He didn’t care about Xingtian tearing things down, but dragging things out like this wasn’t an option either! Left with no choice, he summoned Gold Star Taibai once more, ordering him to convey the message to Nezha to get the job done, while promising enticing rewards. He now fully understood Nezha’s tendencies. This time, Nezha didn’t haggle too much—he negotiated for a modest position as the Yuzhen Yaoling Immortal Master of the Thunder Department. Although the position wasn’t high-ranking, he would be the sole member of the Thunder Department, making him the undisputed head. With the reward settled, Nezha began taking action. "Once your mana is restored, use the Plain Cloud Realm Banner to trap Xingtian with all your might. Leave the rest to me." Princess Long Ji nodded and reached into her small purse at her waist, pulling out two nine-thousand-year Immortal Peaches. She ate one herself and handed the other to Nezha. Nezha: "???" When both had fully regained their strength, Princess Long Ji channeled her mana into the Plain Cloud Realm Banner. Dense clouds surged across the sky like crashing waves, encircling Mo Xingtian. Mo Xingtian wielded his massive axe wildly, but what could an axe do against clouds? Trapped firmly within the vortex of clouds, Xingtian was helpless. Nezha’s Divine Soul, glowing with the Tears of Ten Thousand Spirits, projected an invisible wave from his brow that shot toward Xingtian’s forehead. In an instant, Mo Xingtian and Nezha both froze in place. It was as if Nezha had traveled to another world, his consciousness entering an unfamiliar realm. "Xingtian, why are you dazing off?" Nezha snapped out of it and realized that "Xingtian" was referring to him. Looking up, he saw a woman wearing golden armor staring at him. "Houtu Ancestor Witch, you..." The woman shook her head: "Xingtian, from now on, the Houtu Tribe might have to rely on you." After Houtu Ancestor Witch departed, Xingtian became the leader of the Houtu Tribe, sharing food and laughter, and hunting together. The simplicity of those emotions deeply moved Nezha. But everything changed with the final Witch-Demon war. The sky, filled with endless stars, gathered demon gods. On the ground, the Great Witches roared as both sides launched into battle. The restrained tension was broken when Heavenly Queen Xi He avenged her son by killing the Great Witch Hou Yi. The Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong, furious at the death of his tribesman, engaged Xi He in a fierce duel. Xi He couldn’t match Zhu Rong’s strength, and Emperor Di Jun intervened to save his wife. Strong figures from both sides soon joined the fray. Blood splatter filled the heavens, and the battle reached an intense peak. ’Xingtian’ swung his axe and forced Demon Commander Jiu Che back, gazing at the star-lit All Heavens Star Battle Array in the sky. Watching countless kin slaughtered under the starlight, he remembered Houtu Ancestor Witch’s departing words. The unparalleled fury in his heart felt as if it could explode. Fight! Fight, fight, fight! As the All Heavens Star Battle Array pressed down, the Eleven Ancestor Witches, unable to contend with the Demon Clan, activated their ultimate move—the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation. With Houtu gone, Xingtian filled the vacant position. Unfortunately, Xingtian’s strength fell short. The Pangu Phantom only managed to wield its axe two and a half times. With the first axe, the All Heavens Star Battle Array shattered! The second axe slew Heavenly Queen Xi He! The half-axe gravely injured Emperor Di Jun! Emperor Di Jun, now completely mad, grabbed three Ancestor Witches and detonated himself, taking them all down together. From there, the battle became as fleeting as fireworks, with various conflicting Great Daos colliding in chaos. The land of the Primordial Heaven quaked endlessly. Protected intentionally by the remaining Ancestor Witches, ’Xingtian’ struggled to rise, his cracked body fighting through its injuries as he charged at East Emperor Taiyi, who was single-handedly battling five Ancestor Witches with his Bell and Sword. East Emperor Taiyi’s eyes were icy. The scorching Great Sun Golden Flame coated his Demon Suppressing Sword, and as the golden light flickered, Xingtian’s head was severed from his shoulders. Xingtian fell, but Nezha could still feel his rage and unyielding battle spirit, roaring ever fiercer. Nezha seemed to grasp something within himself. Guided by an instinct deep within, the accumulated combat spirit surged through his body. The lifeless corpse stood once more, using its own chest as eyes and its belly as a mouth! Though the body had died, the will remained. Just when Nezha, controlling the headless body, wanted to rush forward again, his vision suddenly went black.

Chapter 39 Long Ji

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