People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

They were dressed in blood-red robes, their faces hidden under hoods, and with each step they took, strange blood-red patterns appeared on the ground.

The leader looked up, revealing a face as pale as paper—it was the High Priest of the Witch God Cult!

Li Qiye, you really came.

The high priest's voice was hoarse: "Alas, this will be your final resting place."

Li Qiye chuckled: "You bunch of small fry?"

Instead of being angry, the high priest laughed and suddenly raised his hand: "Activate the battle!"

hum-

The entire barren mountain trembled violently, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and towering black gas surged out, weaving into a giant net that blotted out the sky.

Even more terrifying, countless wronged souls emerged from the black mist, emitting mournful howls!

The Myriad Souls Devouring Immortal Array? Li Qiye raised an eyebrow; that did seem rather interesting.

The high priest grinned maliciously: This formation uses the souls of 100,000 as sacrifices. Even if you are a true immortal, you will perish here today!

Li Qiye shook his head and sighed: "To set up the formation, you slaughtered 100,000 innocent people. You... truly deserve to die."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

Wherever the light passed, the black mist melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun!

What?! The high priest's expression changed drastically. How could this be!

Li Qiye didn't give him any time to react, raising his hand and pointing a finger—

destroy.

boom!

A golden beam of light pierced the heavens and earth, instantly shattering most of the formation. The twelve blood-robed priests didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes!

The high priest retreated frantically, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood essence: "Please, Lord Witch God, descend in your true form!"

Rumbling--

The entire bronze temple suddenly collapsed, and a giant hand emerged from the ground, followed by a second one.

Finally, a towering black shadow burst forth from the earth! It had two horns on its head, eyes like blood moons, and was wrapped in countless chains, each chain strung with a dense array of skulls!

Li Qiye... The black shadow let out a deafening roar, "Today, I, the god, will annihilate you, body and soul!"

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Li Qiye looked up at the enormous thing and suddenly smiled: "Finally decided to come out?"

He formed a hand seal, and nine golden dragon shadows suddenly appeared around his body: Then let me see what kind of skill you, this false god, have!

Roar--!

Nine dragons roared in unison, and the world changed color!

The black shadow of the witch god roared in fury, its chains swirling wildly, and countless skulls emitted shrill screams, transforming into a monstrous black tide that swept towards Li Qiye!

..... . ...

How dare these mere evil spirits presume to call themselves gods?

Li Qiye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent.

Nine dragon shadows coiled and intertwined, instantly transforming into a golden cage that blotted out the sky, completely imprisoning the black shadow of the witch god within.

The black tide that surged forth crashed into the dragon's shadow, melting away instantly like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!

Roar--!

The black shadow of the witch god struggled frantically, its thousand-foot-tall body crashing into the dragon shadow cage, shaking the very void.

However, how terrifying was the power of those nine dragons?

No matter how much it rammed against it, the cage remained unmoved, and instead tightened even more!

"No! This is impossible!" the shadowy figure of the sorcerer roared in despair.

Chapter 128 Lord of the Underworld, Unwavering in His Destruction

This god is the lord of the underworld, how could I...

Lord of the Underworld? Li Qiye chuckled lightly, then suddenly raised his hand and clenched it. "You dare to challenge me?"

boom--!

The nine dragons roared simultaneously, and the golden cage suddenly contracted. The body of the sorcerer god's shadow began to collapse, countless chains snapped inch by inch, and the skulls shattered, turning into black smoke and dissipating!

Li Qiye! This god will remember you!

In the final moment of collapse, the black shadow of the Witch God suddenly exploded, and a streak of blood-red light broke through the dragon shadow's blockade, instantly disappearing into the void!

The nine dragons circled for a moment, then finally dissipated into specks of golden light. Li Qiye gazed at the direction the blood-red light had vanished, but did not pursue it, merely shaking his head slightly.

They escaped quickly.

He turned to look at the high priest who had already collapsed to the ground and said indifferently: Your master has run away, do you have any last words?

The high priest, his face ashen, suddenly grinned maliciously: "You think you've won? The God of Sorcery has already laid countless traps throughout the Nine Provinces. Soon, very soon, this world will..."

Noisy.

Li Qiye flicked his finger, a golden light flashed, and the high priest's voice stopped abruptly, his whole body turning into ashes and dissipating.

The wind rose and the clouds dispersed, leaving the desolate mountain silent once more. Li Qiye looked up at the sky and suddenly chuckled softly:

It's getting late, time to go back and continue telling stories.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure gradually faded away, as if merging into this world.

The morning sun rises atop Yunzhou city walls.

The soldiers guarding the city, rubbing their sleepy eyes, suddenly discovered that the ancient altar in the center of the city had turned to dust overnight. Even more strangely, the people of the city were all saying that they had the same dream last night—a golden dragon soared through the sky, dispelling the dark clouds that filled the heavens.

Three days later, at the Imperial Music Bureau in the capital.

Have you heard? In Yunzhou...

Shh! Mr. Li is here!

The clamor abruptly ceased. All that could be seen was a figure in a simple white robe gracefully arriving. Li Qiye, holding a gavel, walked calmly onto the storytelling platform. His composed demeanor made it seem as if he himself had not been the one imprisoned just days before.

Last time, we talked about Shi Hao fighting the seven supreme beings alone...

The gavel slammed down, sending dust flying from the rafters. Several newly arrived martial artists in the corner paled—that seemingly gentle tap clearly contained a chilling fluctuation of spiritual energy!

As the storyteller began, the guests were quickly immersed in the magnificent fantasy world. Only in the private room on the second floor, a graceful figure behind a beaded curtain remained fixed on the storyteller's platform...

"Your Majesty, shall we summon him to the palace?" the old eunuch asked in a low voice.

Princess Huaiqing gently touched the jade pendant at her waist—the Mountain and River Seal had been returned to its rightful owner. She looked at Li Qiye, who was chatting and laughing freely below the stage, and her eyes flickered slightly: No need, I will go and listen to his storytelling myself.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

boom--

Suddenly, a large hole appeared in the roof of the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau), and a blood-red figure descended from the sky! The newcomer was wearing a scarlet kasaya (Buddhist robe) and had nine skull relics on his head. When he landed, the entire building shook.

The head of the Blood Buddha Sect?! A veteran of the martial arts world exclaimed in shock.

The monk ignored the crowd and stared intently at Li Qiye: "Your Excellency annihilated three hundred disciples of my Blood Buddha Sect. Today, this old monk has come to demand an explanation!"

The audience erupted in uproar. No one had expected that this seemingly ordinary teahouse storyteller would have such a deep-seated hatred for the Western Regions' demonic cult!

Li Qiye didn't even look up, slowly sipping his tea: "Your disciples practiced with human blood, they deserve to die."

Insolence! The Blood Buddha's chief abbot's eyes widened in fury, and nine skull relics suddenly flew out, transforming into nine hideous ghost heads in mid-air. Today, he would let you taste the agony of ten thousand ghosts devouring your heart...

Chapter 129 A superior opportunity, could it be something you're just eyeing?

Before he could finish speaking, Li Qiye suddenly looked up.

Just one glance.

boom! boom! boom!

The nine relics exploded simultaneously! The Blood Buddha Chief Abbot was struck as if by lightning, staggering back seven steps, spitting out a mouthful of black blood with each step.

He stared in horror at the storyteller who was still sitting upright, then suddenly turned and ran away!

Li Qiye gently blew away any non-existent foam on the surface of the tea: "Since you're here, why rush to leave?"

A golden light flashed from his sleeve, and the Blood Buddha Chief, who had already fled outside the door, suddenly froze. The next moment, his crimson robe spontaneously combusted without wind, and in the blink of an eye, he and his robe were burned to ashes, leaving only nine charred relics rolling on the ground.

The whole hall was dead silent.

Behind the beaded curtain on the second floor, Princess Huaiqing's teacup trembled slightly. She clearly saw that the moment Li Qiye made his move, the snowflakes falling outside the window froze in mid-air—a sign that time had been briefly imprisoned!

Alright, let's continue. Li Qiye struck the gavel, as if he had merely shooed away a fly. Speaking of Shi Hao's sword strike...

The audience seemed to awaken from a dream, but no one dared to discuss the astonishing turn of events. From that day forward, undercurrents surged in the capital—all factions were inquiring about the true identity of this storyteller who had so casually annihilated a powerful figure in the demonic sect.

In the stillness of the night, Li Qiye sat alone by the window, toying with the nine charred relics. Suddenly, he chuckled softly: Testing me? Interesting.

He lightly ground the relic with his fingertips, and it turned into powder that drifted away. Under the moonlight, the powder formed a blurry pattern in the air—the outline of a celestial palace suspended in the clouds!

The Heavenly Palace has appeared in the world... Li Qiye looked towards the northwest, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. It seems that the human world is about to become lively.

Li Qiye lightly tapped his fingertip, and the illusory palace formed from the relic powder gradually dissipated. He raised his eyes and looked towards the northwest horizon, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless void, reaching the mysterious celestial palace above the clouds.

"The appearance of the Heavenly Palace in the world will surely bring a great calamity." He muttered to himself, but a faint smile appeared on his lips. "However, this is an interesting opportunity."

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Three days later, in the northwestern desert.

The once desolate Gobi Desert is now teeming with countless cultivators. The sky is ablaze with light as flying boats and magical artifacts from various sects soar through the air, and even reclusive old monsters emerge from their seclusion, all vying for the legendary "Heavenly Palace Opportunity."

"Have you heard? Even the Central Plains Dynasty has sent people here this time!"

"More than that! The Western Regions Demonic Sect, the Northern Border Demon Clan, and even people from overseas immortal islands have come!"

"Just what is the origin of this Heavenly Palace? How could it have alarmed the entire cultivation world?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion when, just then, a distant, resonant bell rang out from the heavens above—

"Boom-"

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The tolling of bells echoed, the clouds churned, and the magnificent phantom of a celestial palace slowly emerged, gleaming with golden light and shrouded in celestial aura. Above the palace gates, three ancient characters were boldly inscribed:

"Lingxiao Palace!"

"Lingxiao Palace?! Isn't that the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court?!" A knowledgeable old cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

The ancient Heavenly Court, a legendary supreme being that ruled over all the heavens and myriad realms, left behind treasures and cultivation techniques that could allow any cultivator to ascend to heaven in one step!

"Hahaha! Such an opportunity should rightfully belong to my Blood Demon Sect!" A chilling voice rang out, and an old man in a blood-red robe stepped through the air, his body radiating a terrifying aura of bloodlust.

Chapter 130 How dare a mere demonic cultivator set his sights on the Heavenly Palace?

"Hmph, a mere demonic cultivator dares to lay a finger on the Heavenly Palace?" On the other side, a white-robed sword immortal stood with his hands behind his back, his sword aura chilling.

"Everyone, the opportunities in the Heavenly Palace are for those who are destined to receive them. Why argue?" A gentle voice came from behind. Everyone turned around and saw a scholar in a green robe walking slowly towards them with a smile on his face, but he gave people a sense of unfathomable depth.

"Li Qiye?!" Someone recognized him and exclaimed in surprise.

"Is he Li Qiye, the storyteller in the capital who casually killed the Blood Buddha's chief disciple?!"

"He's actually here too!"

Li Qiye ignored everyone's gazes, only looking up at the Heavenly Palace, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

"The appearance of the Heavenly Palace in this world must have its cause and effect," he murmured softly. "It seems that the 'game' of this life is finally about to begin."

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Meanwhile, deep within the Heavenly Palace.