Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods-Chapter 8: The Magic Sword’s Intent Moves to Slay the Demon Beast, The Dragon Boat Reveals the Emergence of Ao Bing

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Magic Sword's Intent Moves to Slay the Demon Beast, The Dragon Boat Reveals the Emergence of Ao Bing

Chapter 8: Sword Intent Strikes to Vanquish Demon Beasts, Dragon Boat Reveals Ao Bing

The Illusion Realm created by the spirit vein's guardian demon beast was not the most important threat. In truth, given Li Mingzhu's temperament and strength, it wasn't much of a challenge. But in the end, the beast's illusion inadvertently triggered Li Mingzhu's Illusion-breaking Realm.

This was a calamity born of unintended consequences. Although Li Mingzhu would have had to face it sooner or later, today it came rather abruptly.

If not for Li Mingzhu's steadfast Daoist heart, it would have been impossible to overcome this tribulation.

After some reflection, Li Mingzhu came to understand the karmic causality behind it. Nevertheless, blessings and misfortunes often come intertwined—he successfully broke through his Primordial Spirit cultivation and ascended into the True Immortal Realm.

While the breakthrough in realm was significant, what mattered even more was ensuring his Daoist skill advanced alongside it. Thus, Li Mingzhu dared not slacken and immediately began stabilizing his cultivation.

The spiritual light that manifests in the moment of an Immortal's breakthrough is unparalleled; if missed, it would lead to profound regret.

In cultivation, time flows imperceptibly. For people like Li Mingzhu, the concept of time is inconsequential. This single bout of cultivation lasted a full three days.

Little Zhu Xiong dutifully served as his protector throughout, even though Li Mingzhu hadn't explicitly instructed him. Of course, he didn't skimp on his drinking—truly a little wine enthusiast.

When Li Mingzhu opened his eyes and slowly rose, he gazed out into the distance. The sea breeze softly brushed against his snow-white robes, adding to the enigmatic aura around him.

Meanwhile, little Zhu Xiong grumbled incessantly nearby, complaining about things like how he guarded Li Mingzhu for so long without even receiving a word of thanks. Most of his complaints stemmed from nearly being dropped out of midair when Li Mingzhu stood up earlier.

Li Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Resigned, he pulled a jug of wine from his sleeve and tossed it to Zhu Xiong. The little creature finally settled down.

It was now time to reap his rewards. Though there was still one demon beast left, having broken its illusion, the creature posed no real threat anymore.

Regarding such demon beasts, though their cultivation may have reached Primordial Spirit Perfection, their greatest strength often lies in their inheritable innate divine abilities. Once these abilities are destroyed, they are no more than lambs awaiting slaughter.

This is precisely why Dharma Inheritance is so precious; the age-old principle that "the teachings must not be lightly passed" reflects this truth.

Li Mingzhu stepped lightly across the waves, his movements fluid and carefree. After walking roughly a hundred zhang, he halted at the spot where the Illusion Realm's entrance had appeared earlier.

"Your divine skills have been broken. Reveal yourself now, and you may yet have a thread of survival." Li Mingzhu addressed the void calmly, his commanding tone allowing no room for objection.

After roughly three breaths, seeing that the surface of the sea remained motionless, Li Mingzhu's left hand pressed into the void as he shouted, "Appear!"

Without any overly grand gestures, Li Mingzhu simply pressed his hand towards the void. Instantly, ripples spread from the void to the water's surface.

The previously calm sea erupted, boiling like a cauldron over an open flame.

A colossal demon beast emerged amidst the churning waters. It had six legs, six horns, and a pair of wings. Despite its overwhelming size, it dared not challenge Li Mingzhu in the slightest.

"You humans are so unreasonable. Clearly, you covet my spirit vein, yet... yet..."

The beast attempted to argue but faltered halfway through its complaint, unable to articulate its thoughts.

It had wanted to accuse Li Mingzhu of hypocrisy, claiming he was merely masquerading as righteous while seeking the spirit vein. Yet the truth was Li Mingzhu hadn't bothered with such empty pretexts.

The logic was simple: go with the flow, survive; oppose, perish.

Li Mingzhu had already given the demon beast its chance. Since it refused to grasp that opportunity, it could blame no one else.

Having broken through the Illusion-breaking Realm, Li Mingzhu's Daoist heart was incomparably resolute. Those who stand in his way—he kills!

What he envisions in his mind, he acts upon. In the next moment, Li Mingzhu manifested a strand of sword essence from his hand—the sword of Illusion-breaking Realm.

Moved by inspiration, he let out the technique, as though it were his innate divine ability. It was not connected to any sect or group's divine communication techniques—only Li Mingzhu wielded it.

Seeing the manifestation of Li Mingzhu's sword energy, the demon beast was filled with terror. Small as the sword appeared, it seemed akin to a death sentence.

"Immortal, spare me! This little beast is willing to submit!"

The demon beast pleaded desperately, its colossal body bowing submissively, as though kneeling.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Li Mingzhu chuckled lightly. Once he says he will kill, then kill he shall.

The sword moved with his intent, descending lightly onto its target—the demon beast's massive head.

Among beasts skilled in illusions, their weakest point was undoubtedly their heads.

Though only three feet long, the sword sliced into the demon beast's head like a knife through tofu, effortless and swift.

When the sword fully submerged into the beast's head, the creature instantly collapsed, unable to resist or delay its doom.

Li Mingzhu's expression remained unchanged, showing no joy for having slain such a formidable demon beast. With calm resolve, he collected the beast's corpse.

The corpse alone would fetch a considerable fortune on Three Mountains Island. While scattered cultivators overseas were numerous and powerful, few reached the Primordial Spirit stage, and even fewer ascended to True Immortal.

Thus, the body of a Primordial Spirit Perfection-level demon beast was a rare and valuable prize.

Just as Li Mingzhu prepared to harvest the spirit vein, a massive ship plowed through the waves towards him, its prow engraved with Nine Dragons.

"Fellow Daoist, such impressive Daoist skill! To slay a Primordial Spirit Perfection-level demon beast so effortlessly—I am in awe. Would Fellow Daoist be interested in coming aboard for a discussion on the Dao?"

A voice rang out clearly from the ship, carrying an air of majesty. Li Mingzhu cast a faint glance at the ship before turning his attention back to the spirit vein.

"Let me finish collecting the spirit vein."

Leaving those words behind, Li Mingzhu suddenly leapt into the sea depths.

Underwater, Li Mingzhu moved with ease and reached the spirit vein in no time. He removed the Qiankun Ring from his left wrist and threw it onto the spirit vein.

Although Li Mingzhu had long expected this spirit vein to be extraordinarily high-level, seeing it for himself still elicited a moment of awe—even for someone of his composure.

An unparalleled-grade spirit vein, brimming with unimaginable spiritual energy, capable of producing unparalleled-grade spirit stones.

Though such energy was less significant to Immortals beyond the True Immortal Realm, it was nonetheless a precious treasure. For most unaffiliated True Immortal cultivators, unparalleled-grade spirit stones were essential for their cultivation.

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Without status or influence to secure immortal stones, they could only rely on unparalleled-grade spirit stones as substitutes. After all, even a scrap of meat is still sustenance.

Activated by Li Mingzhu, the Qiankun Ring released an immense suction force, drawing in the spirit vein smoothly, as if taming a docile kitten.

Meanwhile, aboard the grand ship, the atmosphere grew tense. Inside a resplendent palace onboard, a young man in golden robes sat dispassionately upon the main seat, his expression resolute.

"Crown Prince, that brat is far too arrogant. Should we..."

One old figure bent forward, his back hunched, cold malice in his tone, while making a snapping gesture with his fingers.

"Enough, enough. Let's see what he has to say." The young man responded casually, neither agreeing nor objecting.

Several subordinates seemed ready to speak further but were quickly silenced by a gesture from the young man. They would need to tread carefully—his cold smile betrayed his inner calculations.

In the young man's eyes, Li Mingzhu was merely a more impressive bug. Today, his appearance here was out of idle curiosity.

.....

When Li Mingzhu resurfaced, numerous figures had gathered near the grand ship. Its sheer presence had attracted many scattered cultivators.

Li Mingzhu paid little heed to them. Ascending from the sea, he flew towards the ship. Along the way, he learned the ship's master's identity:

The Third Prince of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea—Ao Bing.

Truly, fate seemed intent on bringing adversaries together. However, Li Mingzhu remained indifferent. Ao Bing was merely Ao Bing. Having conquered the Illusion-breaking Realm, Li Mingzhu could now face situations like this with unperturbed composure.

Of course, if Ao Bing dared cross him, perhaps a true clash would soon unfold—a drama beyond measure.