The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha

Chapter 469: The Ultimate Little Brother


After Nezha seriously refined the essence blood of Houtu Ancestor Witch, he also managed to refine some remnants from other Ancestor Witches' essence blood left within the Chaos Bell, and coupled with the transformation by Pangu's Power, the Ancestor Witches watching him couldn't quite pin down which tribe Nezha belonged to for a moment.

But that didn't matter; as long as he was confirmed as one of their kind, it was manageable.

Emperor Jiang was straightforward by nature. Upon their first meeting and not knowing how to initiate conversation, he chose the rugged way—by laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

The laughter resembled a river lion's roar, rough and hearty, indicating the owner held no ill intentions. Behind Emperor Jiang, his eleven siblings were puzzled by what made him laugh, but following suit seemed the right choice.

So, the twelve Ancestor Witches burst into hearty laughter with Nezha and the other two.

The scene was so comical yet familiar. Nezha glanced at Di Jun. No wonder you're all emperors; do you share one brainwave?

In the beginning, Di Jun couldn't fathom what was happening, but having just used the same trick, he found it a slight peculiarity. Looking at the imposing big man on the opposite side and preferring to avoid a clash, he followed suit.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

Taiyi didn't quite get it but immediately matched his elder brother's rhythm.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Watching fourteen fools laughing, Nezha felt a bit awkward. Is this how people greeted each other in primordial times?

But with so many eyes on him, he had no choice but to awkwardly join the laughter.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

Guys, stop, the boots of my Innate Treasure are about to get worn out!

Seeing Nezha match the rhythm, Emperor Jiang's laughter grew even louder. Stepping forward, he said to Nezha, "Brother, you're one of the Witch Clan, right? Why are you so thin? You must have suffered a lot wandering outside!"

The words were simple, yet the emotion was earnest.

Nezha felt a warmth in his heart and jokingly pretended to be profound, "Have any of you seen me before? Why am I not the eldest?"

The laughter among the Twelve Ancestor Witches immediately ceased, and exchanging glances, Xuanming, looking like a little girl, raised her voice, saying, "Big brother, what he says makes sense!"

This left Emperor Jiang hesitant, could he really be the second eldest?

Watching the Twelve Ancestor Witches begin discussing quietly, Nezha was at a loss. Come on, I was just joking, and you believed it?

Seeing the smiling face of Houtu Ancestor Witch listening to his siblings discuss, Nezha decided not to escalate, lest Lady Houtu scolds him upon return.

Having spent considerable time among the Witches, Nezha understood them well. Masking it with a cheerful greeting, he said, "Hahaha, I was joking. Hello, big brother and all brothers and sisters!"

Despite the outward laughter, inside he was thinking 'mmp', having just arrived and already facing a sibling lineup—what's up with this?

Emperor Jiang paid no heed to the little joke earlier. Hearing Nezha call him big brother, he was overjoyed, stepping forward directly. Although Di Jun and Taiyi knew they might be acquainted, instinctively, they moved to protect their newly acknowledged little brother.

Some are born with conflicting auras. The mere presence of the three sparked friction, and Nezha, sensing the tension, quickly intervened to separate them.

Originally friendly, the atmosphere suddenly turned frosty, and Nezha, unwilling, had to resolve, saying, "Everyone, we're all headed to Zixiao Palace for enlightenment, why not go together?"

Both sides felt uneasy with the other, yet they gave Nezha this younger brother some face, nodding in agreement. Indeed, going to Zixiao to listen was a serious matter—Di Jun and Taiyi sought the path forward while the Ancestor Witches aimed to find ways to condense Divine Souls.

Without delay, they advanced straight towards Chaos. Emperor Jiang, as the leader of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, maintained composure, yet the youngest witch, Xuanming, was different. Cherished by her elder brothers for being the youngest and weakest Ancestor Witch, her personality vastly diverged from the future.

All along the way, she was spinning around Nezha, asking questions without treating him as an outsider. Although seemingly focused on the journey, the other Ancestor Witches, along with Di Jun and Taiyi, had their ears perked, evidently curious about their newly discovered little brother, Nezha.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"Nezha."

"Hehe, why are you so thin? Haven't you been living well outside?"

After speaking, she reached out, pinched Nezha's muscles, and 'eh-ed' softly.

"Feels pretty sturdy though."

Nezha: ...

"Nezha, what are you wearing? Aren't these cumbersome clothes a hindrance in a fight?"

"Hey, what's that golden sparking thing on your head?"

...

Like a curious baby, Xuanming asked Nezha all the way. Nezha replied to what could be shared with a smile, and what couldn't was left to a sheepish grin. Thus, the journey passed in somewhat evasive manner.

With various brothers looking out for him, Nezha's mana restored to forty or fifty percent, providing much inner peace. His initially vague cultivation was now masked by three layers: early, middle, and late Daluo, and nothing more. If these three layers were seen through, then there'd be no need for the disguise.

Among the fifteen present, each was a top-tier powerhouse of this primordial era. Hence, reaching Zixiao Palace without encountering any danger was smooth. For newcomers, seeing Zixiao Palace was nerve-wracking, yet Nezha was an old acquaintance of the place!

By Nezha's observation, the current Zixiao Palace was no different from later on, resembling a regular Daoist Temple, except for two gatekeeping young children at the entrance—Nezha's cheap father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The arrival of fifteen people, carrying an imposing aura, surely drew the attention of the earlier arrivals. Hao Tian, in the guise of a child, glanced enviously at Di Jun, mistakenly viewing him as the leader.

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