Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

All the spectators were momentarily at a loss as to why Li Mingzhu would do this. After all, even the Fire-tipped Spear could hardly trouble Yun Zhongzi, yet you, with only the Daoist cultivation of a Taiyi Profound Immortal, think your divine skills will suffice?

These spectators included those rushing to seize opportunities, as well as Anan, Kasyapa, and the three women Yang Chan, Ao Yu, and Hu Mei, who had been defeated by Li Mingzhu earlier.

Of course, there was also Hao Tian, who constantly sought Li Mingzhu's life. In reality, Hao Tian was increasingly troubled now. Li Mingzhu was becoming stronger, and thus harder to kill!

Li Mingzhu certainly wasn't naive enough to think the Three-foot Magic Sword could harm Yun Zhongzi. The true killing move was the Xuanyuan Sword, or rather Xuanyuan and Cheng Ying!

After merging with the Xuanyuan Sword, all the invisible and intangible powers of the Cheng Ying Sword were also embodied in the Xuanyuan Sword.

Therefore, when Li Mingzhu used the Three-foot Magic Sword from the front, he immediately released the Xuanyuan Sword, but due to its invisible and intangible nature, no one knew!

Yun Zhongzi looked at the Three-foot Magic Sword, as futile as an ant trying to stop a chariot, and lightly smiled, casually sweeping his horsetail whisk, shattering the sword effortlessly.

Li Mingzhu was also knocked back, coughing up blood, his injuries worsening as he had already been heavily wounded.

But just at that moment, Yun Zhongzi's expression suddenly changed dramatically. His senses, though well-concealed, informed him of impending danger, causing him to retreat hurriedly.

Simultaneously, Yun Zhongzi finally began to reveal his Magical Treasures. It would have been fine not to show them, but showing them was quite eye-catching.

A slew of Acquired Spirit Treasures, and almost every famous Innate Spiritual Treasure in the Primordial Three Realms, had a knock-off version among Yun Zhongzi's arsenal.

In that instant, Li Mingzhu suddenly felt that Yun Zhongzi's aloof persona had slightly cracked. Of course, he viewed this from a future perspective, since knock-offs weren't a good term in the future on Earth.

Yet in the Primordial World, many were indeed awed by Yun Zhongzi's artifact refining skills. After all, if even Innate Spiritual Treasures could be imitated, what couldn't he refine?

However, as Yun Zhongzi released these Magical Treasures, they began to shatter one by one, seemingly sliced by an unseen force, though nothing could be seen clearly.

Even with their considerable Daoist cultivation, who could discern the trajectory of the Xuanyuan Sword? When the Xuanyuan Sword landed on Yun Zhongzi's neck, no one dared call Li Mingzhu foolish.

The battlefield situation suddenly reversed. Previously, it was Li Mingzhu being utterly defeated, but suddenly he trapped Yun Zhongzi. Even though he was grievously injured, he managed to subdue Yun Zhongzi!

The serene and casual scene of Yun Zhongzi playing with Li Mingzhu was still vivid in everyone's mind!

How did he lose?

"Thank you for letting me win!"

Though Li Mingzhu couldn't stop coughing blood, he still stood tall and straight.

Although in a direct confrontation, he was indeed not Yun Zhongzi's match, and he won by leveraging the Xuanyuan Sword's advantage, but who could say anything?

He eventually won!

Victory in the Second Battle!

Actually, the Xuanyuan Sword was handed to Li Mingzhu by Nu Ba when he left the convoy, as a precaution against accidents, since she had to enter seclusion and couldn't accompany him.

But was it truly just the Xuanyuan Sword's merit?

If not for Li Mingzhu's timing and earlier distraction using the Three-foot Magic Sword to divert Yun Zhongzi's attention, how could he have succeeded in defeating Yun Zhongzi?

Of course, this was merely a contest, not a life-and-death struggle. Had it been such a struggle from the start, with Yun Zhongzi's strength, Li Mingzhu might've already become a spirit on the Investiture of the Gods.

Despite his loss, Yun Zhongzi wasn't overly bothered, giving Li Mingzhu a carefree smile. In his heart, the outcome of this grand battle wasn't important.

In contrast, losing so many counterfeit Spiritual Treasures did cause Yun Zhongzi some heartache, as his infatuation with artifact refining was another characteristic of his.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master, for sparing me!"

Li Mingzhu bid farewell respectfully; Yun Zhongzi was perhaps the first and possibly the only person from the Chan Sect whom Li Mingzhu genuinely admired.

"The mountains are high, the waters long—we will meet again!" Yun Zhongzi gave a carefree smile and transformed into a wisp of white cloud, drifting away.

At this point, Li Mingzhu had to admire Yun Zhongzi; he truly lived up to the name of the Virtuous True Immortal.

After all, how many in the Chan Sect had such easygoingness and magnanimity as he?

Moreover, Li Mingzhu always remembered Yun Zhongzi's advice during the battle; no matter how strong one's physical body divine power, it wouldn't prevail over Daoist cultivation!

No matter how numerous or powerful one's Magical Treasures, without sufficient cultivation, it wasn't a long-term strategy. And what Yun Zhongzi had said about Daluo wasn't so simple was like speaking in riddles; yet Li Mingzhu, far from that realm, found it hard to comprehend.

While Li Mingzhu was contemplating and recovering, an overwhelming Sword Qi carrying sharp Geng Metal Energy slowly approached from afar, followed by an incredibly intense battle intent!

Li Mingzhu ceased meditating, preparing for the third battle. As long as no Quasi-Saint appeared and he hadn't fallen, he wouldn't retreat an inch!

In all the sects, no one was allowed to make him retreat, not even his own elders from the Jie Sect!

Upon sensing the battle intent, Yang Chan's expression suddenly changed. It was her second brother's aura; there was no mistake!

After observing Yang Chan's reaction, Li Mingzhu quickly deduced who was approaching—it was Yu Ding and his disciple.

Li Mingzhu cast an eye at Yang Chan, simultaneously transmitting a message telling her not to worry; he'd be careful and wouldn't brutally beat her second brother.

Even at such a time, Li Mingzhu was in the mood to joke, leaving Yang Chan helpless, though ultimately she relaxed considerably.

"Li Mingzhu greets Uncle-Master Yu Ding."

It was then that Yu Ding finally appeared with Yang Jian before everyone. Although Li Mingzhu didn't know much about Yu Ding, he knew that in Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, Yu Ding was among the top tier.

In terms of true strength, Yu Ding wouldn't be inferior to Chi Jingzi from back then, and possibly even stronger, as Chi Jingzi was a genuine practitioner of the Sword Dao, adept at slaughter with terrifyingly potent attacks.

"I have come here, like Junior Brother Yun Zhongzi, not for the Demon Treasure but solely to resolve a karmic tie. However, I won't intervene; Nephew, defeat my disciple and you win."

After speaking, Yu Ding retracted the Sword Intent emanating from his body. With that oppressive Sword Intent gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a deadly Sword Intent was truly terrifying.

"Agreed!"

Li Mingzhu accepted, knowing it'd be easier to fight Yang Jian than Yu Ding.

"Boom!"

Yang Jian thrust the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade into the ground, saying with a vacant expression, "I won't bully you. I'll wait for you!"

After saying this, Yang Jian started walking towards Yang Chan.

As a disciple of the Chan Sect's protector, Yang Jian naturally had his pride, knowing that Li Mingzhu was injured and disdainful of taking advantage of it.

His silver battle armor indeed matched Li Mingzhu's memories, complete with three eyes and a robust build. Anyway, he occupied more space than Li Mingzhu for sure, and if not for that third eye, he was indeed quite handsome.

Li Mingzhu wasn't fazed by Yang Jian's pride; since he wanted a fair fight, it would be a fair fight!

Defeating Yang Jian wasn't Li Mingzhu's main goal. Rather, he was thinking about how to entice Yang Jian to join his side.

But it was merely an idea; it was an impossible task. Getting Ao Yu over was already the limit. Plus, Ao Yu wasn't of much importance; otherwise, would the Primordial Saint let him go?