Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

In later generations, there would be tales of the "Feast at Hong Gate," yet today, Li Mingzhu had laid out the setting for the Qingxuan Island banquet here on Qingxuan Island. Regardless of the outcome, his intentions were far from pure. Li Mingzhu mocked himself inwardly.

However, it's one thing for him to say such words about himself, but when others utter them, it's a completely different matter. For example, when Fu Yao once labeled him as someone with "ill intentions," he promptly gave Fu Yao a thorough dressing down.

"How dare you phrase it like that? Ill intentions? This is called benevolent salvation!"

Leaving behind these words, Li Mingzhu retreated to his secluded cultivation. There were still half a month left—no need to rush.

As for Eastern Wind Ancestor not returning with news, Li Mingzhu had already anticipated it. The more things stood still, the clearer it was that Qingxuan Island fifteen days later would undoubtedly be bustling.

Li Mingzhu might have thrown the responsibilities aside by shutting himself away, but Fu Yao and the others suffered. While the array formations were taken care of, as Li Mingzhu had set them long ago, the real ordeal was attending to Bixiao!

This demoness couldn't be offended and had to be treated like royalty. One could imagine the plight Fu Yao endured—swimming in treacherous waters and blazing fires alike.

Fortunately, time passed swiftly. Fifteen days flew by, and Fu Yao finally sighed a breath of relief.

Today, Qingxuan Island threw open its gates as Li Mingzhu of the Jie Sect hosted a banquet, inviting the East Sea's Demon Clan. Any Demon Clan members of the East Sea were allowed entry.

No one showed up for the first half of the day, but during the latter half, the East Sea Demon Clan came in droves, with numerous Great Demons leading their respective clans in procession.

This was a tactic thought up by Eastern Wind Ancestor. After all, why should they come one by one? Since peace was already unlikely, it was better to overwhelm Li Mingzhu with sheer presence from the start.

Unfortunately for them, Li Mingzhu was indifferent. He welcomed the masses into the island.

Once they entered the island, their numbers were, to him, nothing more than a set of figures.

On Qingxuan Island, Li Mingzhu sat at the host's seat wearing a white Daoist robe, with Fu Yao seated at the foremost position to his right. All the other Great Demons were seated according to their individual strength.

Rare and exotic fruits, celestial wines, dancing beauties, and musical enchantments.

All these indulgences belonged to Eastern Wind Ancestor, but Li Mingzhu used them freely without hesitation.

Once seated, Li Mingzhu hadn't yet spoken when Qianye Wuheng, seated just below Fu Yao, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Li Mingzhu, and said, "I've heard of a Protecting Sect Divine Skill within the Profound Sect called the Nine Revolution Profound Skill, which you, Fellow Daoist Li, are cultivating. I wonder if I might be so bold as to request your guidance?"

The Qianye Wuheng spoken of was none other than the Lord of Qianye Island. "Wuheng" was his real name, while "Qianye" was merely the name of his Daoist school. Being addressed as "Lord Qianye" for so long, he eventually began calling himself Qianye Wuheng as well.

"Since Lord Qianye has this interest, I, as a Daoist, would gladly oblige!"

During the past fifteen days, Li Mingzhu hadn't been idle; he took the time to familiarize himself with the famous figures of the East Sea. Among them, the most renowned was undeniably Qianye Wuheng.

With no notable background, gifted talent, or legendary inheritance, Qianye Wuheng had carved an illustrious reputation for himself in the East Sea solely through his own efforts—a feat reserved for no ordinary person.

There were even rumors claiming that Qianye Wuheng was constantly cultivating, even while walking.

"Good!"

Qianye Wuheng exclaimed, his form shifting before materializing on a vacant patch of land on the island. Li Mingzhu promptly followed suit.

Qianye Wuheng's expression remained calm, his hands lifting slightly as an unassuming yet immensely potent aura spread outward from his entire being.

Li Mingzhu dared not underestimate him. His Fire-tipped Spear appeared, while sparks erupted into the air as the duo collided simultaneously.

Both Li Mingzhu and Qianye Wuheng wore white Daoist robes, but in terms of bearing, Qianye's appearance was outmatched. In a place like the Primordial World, where attractive features were everywhere, Qianye's ordinary looks might only be considered passably refined.

Yet this was precisely the man who had risen to prominence over the past 20,000 years, never losing a single battle—not one.

At least, not since his rise to fame; as for earlier days, no one knew.

When the Fire-tipped Spear clashed against Qianye Wuheng's palm, sparks flew, yet the Fire-tipped Spear remained unscathed, as did Qianye Wuheng's palm.

To resist an elite Innate Spiritual Treasure directly, Li Mingzhu, feeling the tremendous strength of Qianye Wuheng's physical body, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

This level of Physical Strength undoubtedly exceeded his Nine Revolution Profound Skill at the peak of its Fifth Revolution. Even if Qianye hadn't yet reached the realm of Quasi-Saint, he was likely close.

But Li Mingzhu wasn't one to shrink back in the face of adversity. So what if your body is strong? Does that mean I'm automatically inferior?

"Mountain Opening!"

Li Mingzhu roared, unleashing his Overbearing Spear technique!

Rather than combining all Four Styles instantly, he started from the first style, deliberately refining each move. Their clash wasn't about life or death—it was a mutual demonstration.

Li Mingzhu's spear exuded the ultimate essence of unparalleled dominance, supreme and solitary above all!

Qianye Wuheng, however, remained expressionless. Regardless of the overwhelming ferocity of Li Mingzhu's spear intent, he countered it with a single palm strike.

"Do you think Lord Qianye is being overconfident by solely using his palm to face Li Mingzhu?"

Seeing the battle unfold, Tongxuan Wanderer couldn't resist asking.

"Don't mistake your ignorance for insight. It's said that Lord Qianye approaches cultivation like a madman. Whenever he takes up a technique, he refines it to its absolute peak. Among his specialties are palm, fist, and sword arts!"

The Green Sparrow lady snorted coldly; others might be oblivious to Qianye Wuheng's prowess, but she knew all too well.

Three thousand years ago, when one of her subordinates provoked Qianye Wuheng, she sought justice but was forced to retreat under a single strike of his sword.

Even now, she vividly remembered that impossibly brilliant strike, unable to contend against it. That one blow alone had compelled her withdrawal.

And since he was renowned for his "Three Absolutes," Qianye Wuheng's palm techniques were certainly no lesser than his swordsmanship.

Each sweeping palm from Qianye Wuheng repelled Li Mingzhu's Fire-tipped Spear, sometimes even landing strikes against him.

On the surface, Li Mingzhu appeared to be at a disadvantage.

What defines a Grandmaster?

A distinct style of one's own—every move and technique tailored to perfection, even worthy of passing on generationally. That is a Grandmaster.

Qianye Wuheng was already close to achieving this status!

"Mountain Opening, Sea Breaking, Sky Splitting, Mountain River Shattering!"

Li Mingzhu shouted. It was the first time his Overbearing Spear had been pressured in such a way, even if it was a mere sparring match. He couldn't tolerate it.

The overwhelmingly dominant energy erupted in full force, far surpassing the power of his initial Mountain Opening Style. This time, all Four Styles combined were monstrously stronger.

For the first time, Qianye Wuheng's previously emotionless demeanor showed a hint of caution. Though confident, he wasn't arrogant; Li Mingzhu's spear technique was undeniably formidable.

"Three Spirits Appear!"

Although his original intent had been to witness the Profound Sect's Protecting Sect Divine Skill, he wasn't reckless enough to rely on physical strength alone against Li Mingzhu's attack.

As his voice fell, Qianye Wuheng transformed into three figures: Black-robed Qianye, White-robed Qianye, and Yellow-robed Qianye!

Each figure bore the peak cultivation level of a Daluo Golden Immortal, yet their energies remained distinct—demonic, witchly, and human.

The unified powerhouse!

Qianye Wuheng had drawn inspiration for his character from a novel he read years ago called "The Immortal Road" by Kuaisandian, particularly the figure of Qianqiu Wuheng. Now that he was writing his own story, this character naturally emerged. To fans of "The Immortal Road," he hoped they wouldn't mind—it was his way of fulfilling a long-held dream.

Also, a heartfelt thanks to 灬孤雪 and 夜独醉゛_, as well as another friend, for their generous support....