The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 320 - 319: Where Did Master Huang Long Go?

Saint Taiqing did not trouble Buddhism, as he had his own plans to consider. Instead, he pulled over several key disciples originally belonging to the two Saints of the Western Sect—Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, Dashizhi, and Pharmacist.

As well as Manjusri, Puxian, and Ju Liusun, who originally belonged to the Chan Sect.

The Mystic Sect immortals once again gathered.

The eight great disciples of the Jie Sect reunited, with the only disciple on the ranking, Gui Ling Saint Mother, surrounded in the center. The sisterhood exchanged pleasantries, their bonds forged over countless Yuan Hui. Since the Jie Sect values emotions deeply, it was inevitable that genuine feelings were revealed one by one.

On the Chan Sect’s side, though there were ten individuals with various small groups, nostalgia was still felt. Ci Hang, who had transformed into Guanyin and severed connections with the Mystic Sect, did not attend this gathering. As for Huang Long?

Not particularly close...

Xuan Du, observing that most of the attendees had arrived, sat upright below the main seat and explained the sequence of events, thereby conveying the reason his teacher had convened this assembly.

"The mana fluctuations within the jade talisman have been confirmed by Queen Mother herself; they are indeed tied to Senior Hao Tian without a doubt."

Once he finished, the token was passed around for all the immortals to inspect. In truth, there wasn’t much to discern from it, as most of them weren’t familiar with Hao Tian.

Soon, the token reached Maitreya, who examined it while greeting Xuan Du respectfully, "Senior Brother Xuan Du, this little monk has a question I’d like to ask. May I trouble you for clarification?"

"Go ahead, Junior Brother."

"Amitabha Buddha. In this Mystic Sect gathering, may I ask why Nezha, the young disciple under Lady Nuwa, has not attended?"

Xuan Du really wanted to respond with "don’t ask me—I have no idea," but such words could not be spoken.

The absence of Nezha had been noticed by many long before. After all, certain individuals had been seeking him the moment they arrived, only to discover his absence without uttering a word. It was clear from the start that this wasn’t anything good.

Maitreya’s inquiry certainly carried a hint of provocation. It wasn’t hard to understand why this future Buddha harbored hostility toward the current Buddha’s faction.

After all, even mundane crown princes have family ties; Maitreya, being his kind of "Crown Prince," had no connection whatsoever to Old Li, nor did Nezha recognize him as some random elder brother.

That was why such words were spoken. Regarding the last grand induction ceremony, he believed it was primarily due to Queen Mother’s influence. Nezha, in his eyes, was just a Golden Immortal.

From his perspective, there was nothing wrong with his comments—everything should adhere to the principle of fairness. If everyone was present, why was he treated differently?

However, Maitreya was somewhat naive.

The first to react were No Brainer and Unhappy. Jin Ling and the others weren’t indifferent but chose not to focus on it because the other two were far more impulsive.

"Hey, you big baldhead! What nonsense are you spewing? If Nezha didn’t come, he must’ve had important matters. Not everyone is as idle as you, spending your days chanting scriptures!"

"And besides, didn’t the Chan Sect’s Master Huang Long also fail to attend?"

"Second Sister is right! Perhaps you should spend some time losing weight—your chest is even bigger than mine."

She finished her words with an exaggerated puff of her own chest.

As for decorum? They couldn’t care less. Regarding martial power, they were even less concerned!

The Chan Sect immortals, who were quietly observing the commotion, couldn’t help but ponder: Where indeed was Junior Brother Huang Long?

True Master Yu Ding, aware of the circumstances, briefly explained the matter of Huang Long venturing into the Chaos realm.

All those present were momentarily dumbfounded. Was Junior Brother Huang Long really that daring?

No Brainer and Unhappy, emboldened by this revelation, shifted their attention back to Maitreya. The two Heavenly Immortals didn’t flinch in front of a Quasi-Saint.

Under normal circumstances, Yunxiao would have reprimanded her two younger sisters by now. But this time, she seemed entirely unbothered, even smiling while sipping her tea.

"Amitabha Buddha. I simply..."

Before Maitreya could finish, the protective brother Zhao Gongming directly cut him off, saying, "Simply what? I think you’ve chanted scriptures so much that you’ve gone stupid. Even our Saintly Grandmaster didn’t say anything—what are you yapping on about?"

It was only natural for Zhao Gongming to step in when his younger sister spoke up for their junior.

"This little monk merely wishes..."

"I think Junior Brother must have rushed out of Sumeru Mountain and accidentally left his brain behind. Otherwise, how could he utter such words?"

This snide remark came from Jin Ling Saint Mother.

Yunxiao nodded and smiled, "Senior Sister raises an excellent point."

Before any serious matter could be addressed, Maitreya was thoroughly roasted by the Jie Sect’s female immortals. One moment, they criticized his weight; another moment, they teased him for being indecently exposed.

When it comes to verbal skirmishes, throughout history, men rarely prevail. And against a group of women? There’s hardly any chance. Without Maitreya needing to object, his opponents had already buried him in ridicule.

Unable to outfight them, nor outargue them, Maitreya found himself in an awkward position.

The Chan Sect stood by as spectators, showing no intentions of intervening. Helping the Jie Sect was out of the question, yet aiding the Western Sect was equally unthinkable.

Maitreya glanced left and right, casting pleading looks for assistance.

Manjusri and Puxian closed their eyes silently. Maitreya? Not particularly familiar.

Ksitigarbha, Dashizhi, and Pharmacist did likewise, silently reciting scriptures. You caused it yourself—deal with it. A few insults aren’t going to harm you.

Duobao Daoist remained indifferent to the situation. As the sole male senior disciple of the Inner Sect, he was long accustomed to his junior sisters congregating and chatting casually during his youth. Only after they achieved cultivation breakthroughs did such occurrences become rare.

Xuan Du’s gaze wandered, his thoughts completely adrift.

Hao Tian?

None of the Mystic Sect disciples cared about his whereabouts. Would he return? Who cared? His presence didn’t affect their meals—they’d still eat two bowls regardless.

Moreover, talk of venturing into Chaos? Is Chaos even the sort of place anyone would willingly step into?

Without the protection of someone highly cultivated or specialized means, anyone below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm would likely be targeted the moment they set foot out of Chaos.

What began as a discussion to rescue Hao Tian had suddenly turned into a class reunion for the Mystic Sect’s third generation disciples...

At that moment, lotus blooms materialized in the void, restoring silence among all Mystic Sect disciples. Accompanied by the chime of clarity, countless golden rays coalesced into a cloud platform, finally forming Saint Taiqing.

The gathered immortals immediately bowed their heads in a grand gesture of reverence, saying, "Disciples Duobao, Guang Chengzi... pay respects to the Saintly Grandmaster!"

Saint Taiqing dispensed with any superficial niceties and directly said, "The Three Realms’ Lord, designated by the Daoist Ancestor, has fallen into Chaos. Are you willing to rescue him?"

Who would dare utter even half a rejection? That would surely mean they’d left their heads back home.

Among the Twelve Golden Immortals who had undergone cultivation anew, several—including Manjusri and Puxian—were inwardly terrified and reluctant. With cultivation barely reaching Profound Immortal and struggling toward Golden Immortal, what could they hope to accomplish? To offer themselves as sacrifices?

But outright refusal was unthinkable.

Even the fearless No Brainer and Unhappy replied with utmost respect, "We are willing, Master."

Taiqing nodded gently before transforming into a green light and vanishing.

Though no specific departure time was mentioned, failing to exhibit this level of awareness meant they had no business being Mystic Sect disciples.

Aside from a few Quasi-Saints, all the gathered immortals wore bitter expressions. Typically, just observing Chaos’ aura requires a Taiyi Golden Immortal’s cultivation. However, for Saints, randomly scooping a handful is sufficient; sending Golden Immortals into Chaos is entirely unnecessary torture.

The Quasi-Saints present were less concerned, having often ventured into Chaos for cultivation due to the strict limitations imposed within the Primordial realm. In Chaos, they could execute their abilities without hindrance, fully showcasing the sanctity of the "Saint" within their title.

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