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Chapter 1709 Mysterious God

"Do you have an invitation?"

"This is an invitation from Mo Chenzi, a personal disciple of Lord Xuan Shen. Have either of you seen it?"

This jade pendant was not deliberately forged by Ying Zheng, but rather a gift he received as a token of gratitude after he rescued Mo Chenzi from a group of attackers some time ago.

It can also be considered as a good relationship.

Upon seeing this, the two deities immediately became serious.

Although they had never seen the original invitation from Mo Chenzi, the divine aura flowing on the jade tablet was undeniable, and the spiritual patterns were indeed the unique mark of the Xuan Shen lineage.

The two men exchanged a glance, put away their halberds, and bowed respectfully, saying, "So you are Mo Chenzi's distinguished guests. We were blind to your abilities, please forgive us."

"It's alright." Ying Zheng put away the jade token, his tone still calm. "Lead the way."

"Please follow me!" The deity dared not delay any longer and stepped aside to make way.

After entering the city, the scene was completely different.

Ying Zheng walked slowly, his gaze sweeping over both sides of the street.

Before long, a magnificent palace complex appeared ahead. The palace was covered with purple-gold tiles and had glazed windows. On the roof of the palace was a huge black dragon sculpture that was tens of feet long. Pure spiritual energy was being swallowed and exhaled from the dragon's mouth. This was the residence of the Mystic God!

Mysterious God Palace!

The square in front of the Xuan Shen Palace was already packed with people, with powerful figures from all sides gathered there, chatting and laughing.

In the center of the square stood a huge alchemy furnace, its body engraved with flame runes, burning fiercely and emitting an enticing aroma of elixirs. It was clearly one of the gifts prepared by the Mystic God for his guests.

"Brother Ying Zheng!"

A cheerful voice rang out, and a young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe strode over. He had a handsome face and clear eyes; it was Mo Chenzi.

Behind him were two Dao Immortal Lord level cultivators, clearly managers of the Xuan Shen Palace!

"Fellow Daoist Mo Chenzi," Ying Zheng replied with a cupped hand, his expression serene.

Mo Chenzi strode forward, patted Ying Zheng on the shoulder, and laughed, "I didn't expect you to actually come! Come in with me quickly, my master is already waiting for the guests in the main hall. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for saving me last time, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been in deep trouble."

"It was nothing more than a small favor," Ying Zheng said calmly.

"That's definitely not a small favor!"

Mo Chenzi waved his hand, his tone sincere, "If you hadn't intervened in time, I would have surely died. Let's go, I'll take you to see my master, so he can thank you in person."

Ying Zheng's heart stirred. He was just thinking of taking this opportunity to make contact with Xuan Shen, so he nodded and replied, "Alright."

As they walked through the crowd with Mo Chenzi, many cultivators cast curious glances their way.

When they realized that Ying Zheng was only at the peak of the Immortal Lord realm, they were all surprised, clearly not understanding why Mo Chenzi would attach so much importance to an Immortal Lord.

Of course, they were unaware that Ying Zheng had concealed his true cultivation level!

"Who is that kid? He's just a peak Immortal Lord, yet he dares to ask Mo Chenzi to personally greet him?"

"He looks unfamiliar. He's probably a disciple of some minor power. He was lucky enough to save Senior Brother Mo Chenzi, which is why he had the opportunity to attend the birthday banquet."

"How could such an insignificant person like me casually enter Lord Xuan Shen's birthday banquet? I'm afraid I'll be kicked out in no time."

Hearing the murmurs, Ying Zheng remained unmoved, his expression unchanged.

He no longer cares about other people's opinions; they are not worth his attention.

The main hall of the Xuan Shen Palace was even more luxurious to the extreme.

A huge luminous pearl, about ten feet in diameter, hangs from the ceiling of the hall, emitting a soft light that illuminates the entire hall as if it were daytime.

On both sides of the main hall, dozens of jade tables were set up, filled with fine wines, spirit fruits and delicacies, each containing pure spiritual energy, enough to help a cultivator at the Immortal Lord realm break through their bottleneck.

At this moment, many guests were already seated in the main hall, all of whom possessed powerful auras. Among them were dozens of Dao God Realm experts, with the highest reaching the mid-stage of the Dao God Realm.

They gathered in twos and threes.

Mo Chenzi led Ying Zheng into the main hall, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

"Senior Brother Mo Chenzi, who is this?"

A young man dressed in golden armor stood up, his tone somewhat mocking.

He is another disciple of Xuan Shen, named Jin Peng, whose cultivation has reached the early stage of Wuji, and he is quite famous among the younger generation.

"This is Brother Ying Zheng, the benefactor who saved my life last time," Mo Chenzi introduced, his tone tinged with displeasure, clearly dissatisfied with Jin Peng's attitude.

"benefactor?"

Jin Peng sized Ying Zheng up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "He's just a peak Immortal Lord cultivator. Does he deserve to be Senior Brother Mo Chenzi's benefactor? He's probably just lucky to have gotten a bargain."

Upon hearing this, many people in the hall laughed, their gazes falling on Ying Zheng with disdain.

In their view, there is a world of difference between the Immortal Lord Realm and the Limitless Realm. A peak Immortal Lord is no match for a Limitless God, let alone be able to save someone.

Mo Chenzi's face darkened, and he was about to retort when Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

Ying Zheng looked calmly at Jin Peng, his tone indifferent: "Are you questioning my strength?"

"question?"

Jin Peng sneered, took a step forward, and unleashed the spiritual pressure of the early stage of the Boundless Realm, crushing towards Ying Zheng. "A mere Immortal Lord dares to act so presumptuously in the main hall of the Profound God Palace? I think you are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you probably won't know the rules of this universe!"

The spiritual pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down, swept towards Ying Zheng. The air inside the hall was compressed, making a hissing sound. Many guests at the Limitless Realm showed expressions of horror and retreated hastily, fearing they would be affected. Mo Chenzi's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to help, but was stopped by a single look from Ying Zheng!

Despite the overwhelming spiritual pressure from the Golden Roc, Ying Zheng remained unmoved, his body enveloped in a faint purple aura that blocked the immense spiritual pressure from his body.

"The initial stage of the Limitless Realm, nothing more than this." Ying Zheng spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but it clearly resounded throughout the entire hall. "If this is all you've got, you're not worthy to be presumptuous in front of me."

"Insanity!"

Jin Peng flew into a rage, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "Since you're courting death, then I'll cripple you and show you the consequences of provoking Wuji!"

Before he finished speaking, Jinpeng's figure flashed, transforming into a golden streak of light, and he threw a punch at Ying Zheng.

His fist was enveloped in dense golden spiritual flames, containing the power of laws at the level of a Dao God. The fist wind howled, tearing through the air, and slammed towards Ying Zheng's face.

The guests in the hall paled in shock, never expecting that Jinpeng would actually attack a Celestial Lord, especially at the Xuan God's birthday banquet. Mo Chenzi's face turned deathly pale; he tried to intervene, but it was too late!

However, despite Jin Peng's thunderous attack, Ying Zheng remained standing still, without moving an inch.

Just as the fist was about to strike his face, he slowly raised his right hand, and a faint purple aura appeared in his palm, transforming into an ancient dragon seal, which met Jin Peng's fist head-on.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden spiritual flames and purple aura collided, bursting forth with dazzling light.

Jin Peng felt a tremendous force coming from his fist, as if he had crashed into a towering mountain. His arm went numb, and he was shaken so badly that he staggered back dozens of steps before regaining his balance, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone stared in disbelief at Ying Zheng.

His face was filled with disbelief. A peak Immortal Lord had actually blocked a full-force attack from an early-stage Limitless Realm cultivator and even injured him? This was simply unheard of!

Jin Peng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and anger: "You...you're not a Celestial Lord?"

Ying Zheng did not answer, but looked at him calmly, his tone indifferent: "Now, do you still think I was lucky?"

Jin Peng's face turned pale and then red, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He could sense that although Ying Zheng's cultivation level was only at the Immortal Lord realm on the surface, what he showed was enough to completely crush him!

Clearly, the opponent is at least in the mid-stage or even late-stage of the Limitless Realm!

"enough!"

A majestic voice rang out, and an elderly man dressed in a black Taoist robe slowly stood up from the main seat in the hall.

His face was ancient and simple, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he was surrounded by a faint aura of the early stage of the Dao God. He was a Xuan God!

Xuan Shen's gaze fell on Ying Zheng, carrying a hint of inquiry and solemnity: "This young friend, you have quite the skills. With the cultivation of a peak Immortal Lord, you can still contend with an early stage of the Limitless Realm. Even I am quite astonished by this strength!"

"You flatter me, Mystic God," Ying Zheng said, bowing. "I was just lucky."

Xuan Shen's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "Young friend, you are too modest. May I ask who your master is and which faction you belong to?"

Ying Zheng was secretly on guard. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly said, "This junior is from no sect or school, just a rogue cultivator. I've simply been lucky enough to have some opportunities!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Xuan Shen's eyes, but he did not press the matter further.

“Since you are Mo Chenzi’s benefactor, then you are an honored guest of my Xuan Shen Palace.” Xuan Shen waved his hand, signaling Jin Peng to step back. “Jin Peng, do not be rude. Today is my birthday banquet, so please do not spoil the harmony.”

Jin Peng was unwilling, but he dared not disobey the Xuan God's order. He could only glare at Ying Zheng and retreat to the side in a huff.

"Young friend, please take a seat." Xuan Shen pointed to a jade table on the left side of the hall. "Today, many distinguished guests have gathered here. Young friend, you might as well make some more friends so that you can gain a foothold in the world."

"Thank you, Mystic God." After expressing his gratitude, Ying Zheng followed Mo Chenzi to the jade table and sat down.

The guests in the main hall looked at Ying Zheng with newfound curiosity, their previous disdain replaced by curiosity!

But no one would believe that Ying Zheng was truly at the peak of the Immortal Lord realm.

That attack just now was not something a peak Immortal Lord could unleash, yet for some reason, they couldn't discern Ying Zheng's true level.

Ying Zheng paid no attention to this, but simply picked up the fine wine on the table and took a small sip.

The jade liquid entered his throat, transforming into a pure spiritual energy that flowed into his limbs and bones, making him feel completely comfortable.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the main hall, and then an old man dressed in a black robe slowly walked in.