Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

In Wen Zhong's hand, the Golden Whip spun up and down, suppressing Huang Feihu and five others all at once, living up to the name of the Grandmaster of three dynasties.

Following behind Huang Feihu's army, Li Mingzhu watched in amazement, knowing Wen Zhong was no simple figure but didn't expect him to be so formidable.

No wonder Jiang Ziya cannot match Wen Zhong. If the Heavenly Dao didn't favor Jiang Ziya, the situation of Yin Shang would likely worsen further, and Jiang Ziya might never be able to claim the West Zhou's lands.

As the battle reached its climax, Wen Zhong suddenly changed his move, tossing the Golden Whip into the sky, and a third eye on his forehead abruptly opened.

He could see through the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds, his Heavenly Eye opened!

With Wen Zhong's third eye open, a peerless beam of light shot out, capturing Huang Feihu and his men in one go.

Age truly brings wisdom. Although Wen Zhong hadn't used his mana, he never said he wouldn't. His sudden burst of power caught Huang Feihu and his men by surprise.

Especially since Wen Zhong unleashed his ultimate skills, giving Huang Feihu no chance, the power of the Heavenly Eye was something Huang Feihu could not withstand.

"Huang Feihu is captured; cease at once, or this commander shall not pursue your past!"

Wen Zhong threw Huang Feihu and his men atop the city walls and ascended into the air, looking down at the attacking Flying Tiger Army, and shouted.

"Attack the city! Attack the city! Continue the siege, Wen Zhong, old thief, if you don't release my father, then let's see who ends in destruction!"

Huang Feihu's son, Huang Tianlu, was not swayed.

If you dare, kill us; we will attack the city. Does surrender help?

They were already considered rebels, and with King Zhou's nature, if they really surrendered, they would only meet their death.

Once these questions were clear, it became simple; thus, Huang Tianlu had no intention of stopping.

The assault didn't slow but intensified, leaving Wen Zhong no choice but to continue directing the city's defense.

Originally, Wen Zhong thought capturing Huang Feihu would resolve the crisis, but who would've thought Huang Tianlu would be so steadfast.

However, Huang Tianlu, after all, was no match for the seasoned Huang Feihu, lessening the pressure on Wen Zhong's defense.

Now, they just needed to wait for reinforcements, as confronting Huang Tianlu directly, even though Huang Tianlu wasn't as skilled as Huang Feihu, he still couldn't ensure victory against the Flying Tiger Army.

After Wen Zhong captured Huang Feihu and his men, they were immediately taken away, while Li Mingzhu quietly used the 72 Transformations to turn into a moth and enter Chaoge City.

Finding the right location, Li Mingzhu closely followed the soldiers escorting Huang Feihu and his men. Indeed, the 72 Transformations from the Nine Revolution Profound Skill proved extremely useful.

Huang Feihu was imprisoned in a secret dungeon within Chaoge; theoretically, it was foolproof, yet how could they guard against Li Mingzhu?

Transforming back into his original form, Li Mingzhu swaggered into the dungeon, waving his hand to put everyone but Huang Feihu and his five men into a coma.

These little tricks were quite easy for Li Mingzhu.

Moreover, with all of Chaoge fully focused on the defense and attack outside the city, who would pay attention here?

"This humble Daoist, Li Mingzhu, pays his respects to King Wu Cheng!"

Arriving at the cell holding Huang Feihu and others, Li Mingzhu waved open the cell door while smiling and nodding his head.

"So, you are Li Mingzhu? Li Jing indeed has a fine son!"

Huang Feihu was not surprised to see Li Mingzhu appear here, and instead, he sighed in admiration.

"The Prince flatters me. My junior, Tianhua, is currently learning from Uncle Qingxu and will not let the Prince down once he returns."

Li Mingzhu replied with a smile, not surprised by Huang Feihu's demeanor.

"May I ask why you have come, dear nephew?"

Huang Feihu asked directly, suspecting Li Mingzhu had a purpose in visiting him.

"I wish to ask the Prince to head to the North Sea to aid my father!"

Li Mingzhu straightforwardly stated his purpose, unafraid that Huang Feihu might refuse.

"Is the North Sea rebelling against Shang?" Huang Feihu asked with intense focus on Li Mingzhu.

"No rebellion, but the Prince can rebel if he desires."

Li Mingzhu had anticipated Huang Feihu's question and naturally prepared a response.

"What do you mean?"

This left Huang Feihu puzzled. What did that mean the North Sea wouldn't rebel, but he, Huang Feihu, could?

"If the Prince goes to the North Sea, assists my father in governing it, he shall receive elite troops and loyal generals. Should the Prince wish, he can attack Chaoge at any time, yet the North Sea will not fly this banner but will continually support the Prince. Being a Daoist school, the North Sea will not partake in worldly affairs."

Li Mingzhu replied, smiling slyly and somewhat wickedly.

Huang Feihu understood now; Li Mingzhu was typical of wanting to play both roles — feigning virtue while engaging in rebellion.

Claiming to be an enlightened being, with the North Sea as his Daoist school not partaking in mortal matters, yet supporting him in the rebellion against Shang.

If this isn't trying to play both roles, what is it?

The words were harsh but truthful.

"Very well, I agree!"

After considering, Huang Feihu agreed. Heading to the North Sea could be a good option.

Since they couldn't take Chaoge now, they would come around later.

"Good!"

Li Mingzhu chuckled lightly, waving his hand to put Huang Feihu and his men away.

Rescuing Huang Feihu and returning to the North Sea not only provided Li Jing a good ally but also established a natural barrier for the North Sea.

Since Huang Feihu intended to rebel against Shang and would surely campaign south, with him blocking the way, who could easily disturb North Sea City?

After rescuing Huang Feihu, Li Mingzhu appeared outside Chaoge City, his large robe billowing, taking away the remaining thirty thousand Flying Tiger Army as well.

Though Zhen Yuanzi's universe in sleeve was most famous in the Primordial World, Li Mingzhu also knew it, though without Zhen Yuanzi's grandeur.

Li Mingzhu's bold rescue of Huang Feihu naturally alerted Wen Zhong, who hurried to intercept.

"Isn't it too disrespectful to disregard this humble Daoist and the laws of Yin Shang like this?"

Wen Zhong glared at Li Mingzhu, snorting coldly.

He initially believed Li Mingzhu to be a loyal figure, not expecting to find him a rebel and traitor.

"The rise and fall of mortal dynasties and secular laws concern not this humble Daoist. I save whom I wish, and what does that have to do with you, Wen Zhong?"

Li Mingzhu retorted without hesitation, noting that although Wen Zhong was a generation senior, he had no right to reprimand him.

"Then what is your North Sea's relationship with Yin Shang? What's your position with the Jie Sect and Yin Shang?" Wen Zhong continued to question.

"The North Sea of this humble Daoist is my Daoist school, irrelevant to Yin Shang. Though the Jie Sect, my sect, is connected to Yin Shang's fate, it cannot force me into submission to Yin Shang!

Wen Zhong, understand this: the Jie Sect is a sect of Saints, while Yin Shang is merely a mortal dynasty; they are not on the same level.

Mortal dynasties rise and fall, but sects of Saints are eternal!"

Li Mingzhu sneered, knowing that in a previous life, many Jie Sect disciples perished because they failed to understand this, dying in vain.

Though the conflict between the Daoist sects was inevitable, many unnecessary losses could be avoided.

Of course, some Jie Sect disciples were merely greedy for mundane riches; they deserved death!

"Then let this humble Daoist test fellow Daoist's great skills!"

Wen Zhong realized that coaxing Li Mingzhu into releasing Huang Feihu with mere words was impossible; he would have to show strength.