On the field, the dust of Shi Zhixuan’s remains still drifted. Just moments ago, this top expert of the Great Sui Demon Sect had been laughing wildly, taunting the Little Immortal. When the life and death diagram blocked the Golden Edge Sword, everyone thought Shi Zhixuan might withstand the Little Immortal’s spiritual sword, unlike Xi Ying. But in an instant, they learned the consequences of offending a true immortal! Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel-fire.ɴet
It could only be said that Shi Zhixuan sought his own demise.
Gulping sounds echoed as everyone stared dumbfounded at where the Demon Sect had stood. Nearly a hundred experts, all fallen. Blood gushed, painting Emei Mountain red, the air thick with the scent of blood, carried to every nose by the howling wind, sending shivers down spines.
As awareness returned, shock surged through their hearts. They realized what had happened: nearly all the Demon Sect experts had perished here!
Observant martial artists knew the Great Sui Demon Sect had mobilized almost entirely, save for the Yin Kui Sect. Yet now, they were all corpses.
This meant the Great Sui Demon Sect’s status would plummet, perhaps even face extinction. A single Yin Kui Sect and Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan couldn’t support such a vast Demon Sect.
And now, it was all because of the person before them, or rather, the three spiritual swords beside her. The crowd’s eyes filled with reverence, like pilgrims. Whispered conversations spread.
“The Little Immortal is truly a mortal immortal. Such methods, such divine abilities, are truly astounding.”
“Every time I see the Little Immortal act, I must prepare myself mentally, lest I be frightened. Truly… truly…”
“Such earth-shattering sword intent, such peerless spiritual swords, the Little Immortal should be called the Little Sword Immortal!”
“Nonsense! You haven’t seen the Little Immortal’s other methods. Whether it’s the Pure Yang True Fire or the Jade Pivot Heavenly Thunder, their power is no less than the spiritual swords. The Little Immortal is simply too formidable, any one of his skills can shock the martial world!”
“Sometimes I wonder if the Little Immortal has secretly ascended to the Land Immortal realm. But many Heaven-Man and Land Immortal experts say there hasn’t been an ascension phenomenon in Ming for ten years.”
“But this only shows how terrifying the Little Immortal is. Though a Heaven-Man, he can kill a peerless Heaven-Man like the Evil King from miles away. I don’t think the Little Immortal is inferior to a Land Immortal.”
The crowd fell silent. It was true. They said Ning Changge wasn’t a Land Immortal, yet his combat power was so extraordinary. The Evil King was among the strongest below the Land Immortal realm, yet he fell instantly when the spiritual swords erupted, turning to blood rain.
It was unimaginable how terrifying it would be if Ning Changge wielded the sword himself. The crowd watched the spiritual swords beside Ji Xiaofu, their reverence deepening. This was someone who could be considered a Land Immortal!
Zhang Lingyu was shocked. He felt the spiritual swords’ power had grown since he witnessed the battle with Sword Emperor Nine at Wudang. Indeed, since Wudang became a spiritual land, Ning Changge’s cultivation had advanced rapidly, nearing the peak of Qi Refinement.
Zhang Lingyu glanced at Song Yuanqiao, seeing no ripple in his eyes. He quietly asked, “Could the Little Immortal have ascended to the Land Immortal realm?”
Though ascension usually came with phenomena sensed by Heaven-Man and Land Immortals, what if Ning Changge had extraordinary means?
Song Yuanqiao merely smiled: “My junior brother cultivates the Immortal Dao, profound and unparalleled. It’s normal for us mortals not to understand.”
His words weren’t whispered but reached everyone’s ears. The crowd felt a chill.
The Immortal Dao! Once again, it entered their minds. “Could the Little Immortal truly become a celestial immortal, disdainful of becoming a Land Immortal?”
Speculative whispers arose, the words “Immortal Dao” stirring an inexplicable pressure within them. Zhang Lingyu was dazed. Mentioning the Immortal Dao again, he felt Ning Changge’s every action seemed like a mythic immortal.
The Kongtong Sect leader and other ill-intentioned martial artists were drenched in cold sweat, their backs soaked. They were immensely grateful they had only harbored thoughts about Ji Xiaofu but hadn’t acted. Otherwise, the Demon Sect experts’ fate would have been their warning.
These people were pale, their eyes evasive. Ji Xiaofu’s mocking voice reached them: “Kongtong Sect leader, do you still want me to visit your sect to discuss how to keep the Heaven-Reliant Sword?”
The Kongtong Sect leader’s face stiffened, sensing a killing intent lock onto him. He was terrified, waving his hands: “I dare not, I dare not. I spoke rashly earlier. Please, Miss Ji, don’t mind. You may go anywhere in the world, no one dares stop you.”
His voice was flattering and sycophantic. A chorus of flattery followed. Who would risk offending Ning Changge to trouble Ji Xiaofu, especially with the spiritual swords beside her? Did they want to test themselves against the Evil King?
Ji Xiaofu listened to the flattery of senior masters and grandmasters, sneering, her disdain for the martial world growing. She knew her current status wasn’t due to herself but the Little Immortal. She felt immense gratitude towards Ning Changge. Her great vengeance was all thanks to him. In her view, a Heaven-Reliant Sword couldn’t exchange for such treatment.
“The Little Immortal is cold outside but warm inside, seemingly indifferent yet helping me. Such great kindness, I, Ji Xiaofu, cannot repay.”
Ji Xiaofu thought so. She misunderstood. Ning Changge truly valued fair trade. The Heaven-Reliant Sword, a dual-element spiritual item, was far more important to him than Ji Xiaofu imagined, which was why he helped, even lending three spiritual swords.
tln(translation note) : Ji Xiaofu literally didnt do anything except told the sword “ please help me “ lmao.