Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

The Great Elder of the Phoenix Clan was an elderly woman with silvery white hair, yet no one dared to look down on her. It was well known that she was a true ancient monster who had lived since the Primordial World.

Even among the celestial Saints, her seniority was unmatched, as she was someone who had personally witnessed the Daoist Ancestor before his ascension to sainthood. Though tens of thousands of years had passed without her taking action, not a single soul dared provoke her.

The Phoenix Clan's enduring existence and formidable strength owed much to her influence. It was no simple coincidence.

The Great Elder of the Phoenix Clan opened her eyes, uttered a soft command, and raised her hand ever so slightly. The once overwhelming Nine Yang True Fire instantly extinguished as if it had never existed.

The power of the Great Elder was beyond comprehension!

This action alone from the Great Elder left everyone in shocked submission. Even Murong Di, despite his grim expression, dared not utter another arrogant word.

"Young one, if you can truly revive the Parasol Wood, then I'll pretend none of this happened. But if not, even if I have to bring this matter before Tongtian Saint himself, I will pursue it to the end!"

The Great Elder coldly glared at Li Mingzhu as she spoke, not offering any kindness despite saving her moments earlier.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your intervention. However, I currently have no desire to save this Parasol Wood. Perhaps there is someone who can save it, but can you find such a person in the short time you need?"

Li Mingzhu first expressed gratitude, but then boldly replied with arrogance.

Grasping the Phoenix Clan's Achilles' heel, she did not let go. What could they do about it?

"What do you want in exchange for saving the Parasol Wood?"

The Great Elder's piercing gaze was like a sword aimed straight at Li Mingzhu's heart, yet Li Mingzhu remained calm and unmoved.

A mere display of authority—did they really think this could force her to yield?

"Fellow Daoist Murong, I ask that you take your leave now!"

Seeing that Li Mingzhu refused to speak further, the Great Elder directly intervened, dismissing Murong Di.

"Hmph!"

"Boy, just wait. Let's see how you plan to save that Parasol Wood!"

Murong Di scoffed, forced to withdraw due to the Great Elder's dominating presence. Yet his parting words carried an ominous threat, showing he wouldn't let the matter rest.

The Phoenix Clan was beyond his reach, but as a Quasi-Saint, he had no need to fear Li Mingzhu. So what if she was a disciple of the Jie Sect?

"Are you satisfied now, younger generation?"

The Great Elder emanated an aura of authority without any anger, her gaze fixed sharply on Li Mingzhu.

"I asked for Murong Di to be expelled, not politely dismissed. Did the Great Elder mishear my words?"

Li Mingzhu replied leisurely, showing no fear even in the face of the Great Elder—a being at least late Quasi-Saint and likely rivaling the likes of Zhen Yuanzi and Kunpeng in strength.

The attending Daluo Golden Immortals who heard Li Mingzhu's words immediately chided her for being ungrateful. With the Great Elder's seniority, hadn't she already been lenient? Yet she continued to push her limits.

The piercing remarks stung, but Li Mingzhu remained steadfast, unaffected by their rebukes.

"What an arrogant junior. Let me see your capabilities! Speaking big is no virtue!"

The Great Elder said nothing, but it was evident her patience was nearing its end. Meanwhile, one member of the Phoenix Clan had already leapt forth to teach Li Mingzhu a lesson.

Although the Great Elder was aware of this, she chose not to intervene. She too felt that Li Mingzhu had gone too far.

Even if Li Mingzhu could save the Parasol Wood, her insolence toward the Phoenix Clan was intolerable. Subduing her might be the only way to extract the solution.

"This is the attitude of the Phoenix Clan? Very well!"

Li Mingzhu chuckled lightly as her Fire-tipped Spear suddenly thrust forward, meeting the advancing figure.

That attacker was Feng Huang, an exceptional young talent of the Phoenix Clan. Though not a true phoenix, daring to adopt such a name spoke volumes of her boldness. She was seen as a rising star among the younger generation of the Phoenix Clan and currently served as one of their Law Enforcers.

Her mana and Daoist cultivation were both at the Perfect Daluo Realm, and her physical body was equally formidable. As a member of the divine beast race, the Phoenix Clan had a natural advantage in physical cultivation.

Sparks erupted from the Fire-tipped Spear as an aura of overwhelming dominance surged forth like a tidal wave toward Feng Huang.

Though it was merely a simple thrust, when imbued with Li Mingzhu's spear intent, it became unimaginably terrifying.

But Feng Huang was no ordinary adversary. A crimson feathered wing appeared in her hand just in time to block the attack.

The two collided and were each forced back dozens of steps. Their initial clash ended in a draw.

"Very well, now witness my Feathered Wing Sword Rain!"

Recognizing Li Mingzhu's strength, Feng Huang's expression grew serious. She had initially thought Li Mingzhu's fame was unwarranted, but the reality was far different.

Feng Huang let out a powerful cry, and countless prismatic feathers materialized behind her. Each feather transformed into a sharp sword, overwhelming the skies as they descended upon Li Mingzhu.

The sheer might of this technique would make even ordinary Quasi-Saints tremble. This lethal art, unique to the Phoenix Clan, was unsurprisingly extraordinary. Comparable to the Kunpeng True Form of Fu Yao, it was a hallmark deadly technique passed down through the Phoenix Clan's lineage.

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

Li Mingzhu strode through the void, each step unfolding a spear technique. In five steps, four movements emerged—yet they remained a single unified strike.

A dominance even greater than before surged across the mountain, striking awe and dread into all except the Quasi-Saints present.

This domination embodied the realization that Li Mingzhu's prowess at the Daluo Realm was unparalleled. Even without reaching the level of a Quasi-Saint, she managed feats that inspired trembling awe.

The Daluo Golden Immortals exchanged glances, their faces filled with astonishment.

Was the Jie Sect about to produce another Duobao?

Duobao, too, had been invincible at the Daluo Realm and was the first of the Profound Sect's third generation disciples to ascend to Quasi-Saint status. To this day, his influence loomed over the Primordial World!

At that moment, the endless cascade of Feathered Wing Swords clashed with Li Mingzhu's Fire-tipped Spear in mid-air. The sharp swords were unparalleled in precision and number, while the spear carried boundless, concentrated dominance.

Their collision shook the heavens as they battled ceaselessly. Yet on the surface, it appeared to end in a deadlock.

After nearly half an hour, the sword rain was finally spent, while the energy of the Fire-tipped Spear also seemed dissipated. The spear returned to Li Mingzhu's hands.

Still a draw.

"The Phoenix Clan is indeed far stronger than the Dragon Clan. You're impressive!"

Even in such a moment, Li Mingzhu maintained an air of supremacy, casually offering her assessment. Although she spoke the truth, it was undeniably brazen.

"Whether the Phoenix Clan is strong or not is not for you to judge. South Li Fire Lotus!"

Feng Huang scoffed. Though aggravated by Li Mingzhu's attitude, she couldn't deny her opponent's abilities.

"You wanted to see Taiyang Fire? Look closely!"

Li Mingzhu's expression turned solemn as she suddenly shouted coldly.

"I possess a fire named Taiyang, it shatters a thousand mountains and rivers!"