Nezha: Master, I'll send every last villain flying for you!

Nine Chamber Hall, the sun was at its zenith.

Golden sunlight spilled onto the Glazed Glass of Chaoge City, refracting a dazzling halo.

Di Xin dismissed the attendants who wanted to accompany him and walked alone through the many palaces towards the Martial Arts Arena deep within the royal palace.

Before even stepping into the Martial Arts Arena, a scorching wave of air, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, rushed towards us.

In the center of the Martial Arts Arena, a crimson figure was moving nimbly.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to perceive its physical form; all that could be seen was a Hong Yun swirling wildly in the field.

Amidst the Hong Yun, a chilling light exploded.

A Fire-Tipped Spear was wielded with impenetrable skill, its tip slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing crack.

Each thrust of the spear seemed to unleash a roaring fire dragon, scorching deep, bottomless scorch marks onto the specially crafted black rock surface of the Martial Arts Arena.

Di Xin stopped in his tracks, put his hands behind his back, and stood quietly on the sidelines.

He watched the small figure tumbling and leaping around the field, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

It was a child who was about five or six years old.

With two topknots on her head and wearing a red bib, her delicate, pretty face revealed an undisguised arrogance and fierceness.

It was Nezha.

Compared to the baby who could only hold his fingers and giggle a few years ago, Nezha is now showing his true potential.

"Drink it!"

In the arena, Nezha suddenly let out a loud shout.

His youthful voice contained the power of thunder.

He suddenly twisted his body in mid-air, and his spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, thrust straight at the last surviving target.

Before the gun tip even arrived, the terrifying force of the wind had already shaken the wall behind the target, creating spiderweb-like cracks.

Bang!

The black iron target instantly exploded into countless fragments.

After doing all this, the child put away his gun and stood up, his Wind Fire Wheels spinning wildly beneath his feet, hovering in mid-air.

Di Xin watched this scene and nodded slightly.

Just then, Nezha seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.

Upon recognizing the newcomer as Di Xin, the murderous aura on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a bright, ingratiating smile.

Swish!

The Wind Fire Wheels, trailing long flames, carried him to Di Xin in an instant.

"Master!"

Nezha leaped off his Wind Fire Wheels and hopped over to Di Xin, raising his Fire-Tipped Spear as if presenting a treasure.

"Master, when did you arrive?"

"How was my ' Scorching Flames ' move just now?"

"I figured this out myself, and it's even more powerful than the moves Master taught me!"

The little guy tilted his head back, his dark eyes darting around, his face full of expectant anticipation. "Praise me! Praise me!"

Di Xin reached out and ruffled the little head with the pigtail sticking up.

It feels good in the hand.

"Good practice."

Di Xin lowered his gaze, looking at his young apprentice who barely reached his waist.

He reached out and gently rubbed the little head with its topknot.

"Fantastic."

"The force of that shot was perfectly controlled; it was powerful yet agile."

"It seems you haven't been slacking off these past few days."

Hearing his master's praise, Nezha's face instantly turned bright red with excitement.

He thumped his chest loudly and proudly raised his chin.

"That's for sure!"

"I am Master's Direct Disciple, how could I disgrace Master!"

Looking at his energetic young apprentice, Di Xin couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Time flies.

Since Nezha was three years old, he has been brought into the palace and personally taught by him, and now nearly three years have passed.

For ordinary people, three years is but a blink of an eye.

But for Nezha, a prodigy, three years is enough for him to make the terrifying leap from mortal to immortal.

Because he is the reincarnation of Spirit Pearl.

Because his body contains a vast, original potential.

In addition, there was the blessing of the Human Emperor's Luck and the unreserved allocation of resources by Di Xin.

Nezha's Nezha has now reached the realm of Heavenly Immortal!

He began practicing cultivation at the age of three and reached the level of Heavenly Immortal before the age of six.

If word got out about this speed of progress, it would probably make those Rogue cultivator who have been cultivating for thousands of years and are still stuck at the Earth Immortal Realm level feel ashamed and indignant.

This is just the beginning.

Di Xin knew very well that Nezha's potential was far from being fully explored.

The Origin Essence of the Spirit Pearl is perfectly merging with this physical body.

If this pace continues...

When Xiqi officially raised the banner of rebellion, and when the great war of the Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods, which swept across the Three Realms, completely broke out.

This kid could probably go straight to the Golden Immortal!

In the original course of his Fate, Nezha was indeed a weapon of destruction, but he ultimately damaged his Origin Essence by cutting off his bones to return to his father and his flesh to return to his mother.

Later, by reshaping his physical body through the Lotus Avatar, he gained some immunity to soul attacks, but this also completely locked down the upper limit of his cultivation.

In this life, Nezha has a complete physical body, both parents are alive, and he is carefully trained by the Human Emperor.

Their future achievements are absolutely limitless.

Di Xin snapped out of his thoughts and refocused his gaze on Nezha in front of him.

He crouched down, his gaze level with Nezha's, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Little Nezha."

"Disciple is here!"

Nezha immediately straightened his back, adopting a submissive and obedient demeanor.

"Your current cultivation level is quite good, but you must not be arrogant or complacent."

Di Xin said earnestly.

"This world is vast, and powerful beings abound."

"While your current Great Powers are unmatched among your peers, they are still insufficient against those who have cultivated for countless years."

"Disciple understands."

"My father always said, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding."

That's right.

Di Xin patted him on the shoulder.

"You'll need to double your training volume for the next period of time."

"Whether it's marksmanship or control over one's own Magic Power, both need to be more refined."

You need to become stronger as soon as possible.

"Because soon, many, many bad people will want to bully our Great Shang Dynasty, to bully your parents, and to bully your master."

"They are very powerful, and also very Dao Lecture."

"When the time comes, you must help your master drive them all away."

Upon hearing this, Nezha's originally clear black and white pupils suddenly contracted, and a fierce aura erupted from his small body.

He gripped the Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, and the flames on the spearhead seemed to sense their master's anger, leaping three feet high in an instant.

"A bad guy?!"

"Who dares to bully my master? Who dares to bully my parents?"

Nezha gritted his teeth, his little face full of Baleful Qi, completely different from his cute and innocent look when he was asking for praise.

He's a real little devil.

"Master, don't worry!"

"No matter who it is, if they dare to mess with us, I'll use this Fire-Tipped Spear to poke a thousand holes in them!"

Di Xin couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched his little apprentice instantly bristle.

"Good!"

"Excellent! What ambition!"

"Truly a worthy disciple of your master!"

"With your words of reassurance, I am at ease."

Di Xin stood up, in high spirits.

These three years of hard work have not been in vain.

This child wasn't raised badly.

At least, it grew crookedly in the direction he hoped it would take.

"Since you're so well-behaved and cultivate so diligently..."

Di Xin waved his sleeves, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds.

"I'm not practicing today."

"I'm giving you a day off."

Nezha was taken aback, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Real?!"

"A holiday? Can I go home now?"

After he became an apprentice, in order to temper his character, Di Xin had him live in the palace and rarely let him go home.

Although Li Jing and his wife would occasionally visit the palace, nothing felt as comfortable as returning to their own home.

A ruler's word is his bond.

"You've been staying in the palace for the past three years and have rarely seen your parents."

"Go back, go home and visit your family."

Spend quality time with your parents and have a family reunion dinner.

"Remember to come back for your morning exercise tomorrow morning."

Nezha cheered and jumped three feet high.

"Thank you, Master!"

He'd been wanting to go home for ages!

Although the palace was very fun, his master treated him well, and there were all sorts of delicious snacks.

But he still missed his mother's sweet and sour fish, and his father Li Jing, who, though strict, actually loved him very much.

Especially...

He's so capable now, he definitely has to go back and show off to his dad!

Let him see that our Nezha isn't just some troublemaking brat; he's Heavenly Immortal!

"Master, I'm leaving now!"

Nezha couldn't wait a moment longer.

He tapped his toes, and the pair of Wind Fire Wheels spun wildly, spewing out blazing flames.

Whoosh--!

A flash of red light.

Nezha's figure had already transformed into a shooting star, rushing over the high wall of the Martial Arts Arena and speeding towards the Li Residence.

"Master! I will be back first thing tomorrow morning!"

From afar, Nezha's clear shouts could be heard.

Di Xin stood still, tilting his head slightly upward.

My gaze followed the receding red light until it completely disappeared behind the layers of palaces.

The heatwave at the Martial Arts Arena had not yet dissipated.

But the smile in his eyes gradually settled, turning into a deep, unfathomable pool.

"Go."

"Enjoy this rare moment of peace."

"Wait until the horns sound from Xiqi..."

"It seems that such peaceful days will never return to Chaoge City."