Chapter 106

The Empress’s eyes showed confusion as she asked, “Xiang Yutian is said to have been severely injured by the Little Immortal, with his limbs severed. He is not even a match for you now, Master. Why do we need to seek the Little Immortal’s help?”

Zhu Yuyan stood up, her gaze distant as she looked out the window. “You don’t understand. Xiang Yutian has been dominating the Great Sui for two hundred years; he’s not that simple. If we confront him now, we might end up becoming his magic seeds to restore his power.”

“He will recover eventually. With the lesson from the Lone Sword Demon of the Great Song a century ago, he must have prepared numerous magic seeds. Only if the Little Immortal is willing to suppress him can we completely eliminate this threat.”

Listening to her master’s explanation, the Empress’s small mouth opened slightly, realizing she was still too young. After all, those who ascended to the Land Immortal realm were not simple characters.

“Then… how can we persuade the Little Immortal to help us?” The Empress’s bright eyes fell into contemplation. She found it somewhat unrealistic. It would be fortunate if Wudang didn’t discriminate against the Yin Kui Sect; how could they help them for no reason?

Zhu Yuyan turned, her eyes firm. “Yang Gong’s treasure. If we offer it, the Little Immortal will have a reason to act. This time, Ji Xiaofu offered the Heaven-Reliant Sword and received the Little Immortal’s spiritual swords.”

“I suspect the Little Immortal might be interested in Yang Gong’s treasure.”

“What if he’s not interested?” the Empress asked.

“Then we must find it before Xiang Yutian does. If we reach a desperate situation, we can only use the Evil Emperor Relic to force a breakthrough and see if we can succeed!” The Empress fell silent. Everyone in the Demon Sect knew that forcibly using the Evil Emperor Relic without reaching the Land Immortal realm had a higher chance of exploding than succeeding.

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Great Song Dynasty

Shaolin Temple

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk paused his sweeping, hearing the discussions within the temple. The gaunt old monk’s eyes showed shock, unable to calm down for a long time.

“It seems this Benefactor Ning is truly a reincarnated immortal. Such karma, such suffering.”

His face showed a hint of sorrow. Previously, on Tianzhu Peak, his Buddha’s thoughts were forcibly refined by Ning Changge, causing some injuries.

These injuries had just healed, and he had planned to visit Wudang to resolve the karma. But now, it seemed he needed to fully recover and comprehend a protective martial art before going. Otherwise, he might not leave Tianzhu Peak alive, which he did not desire.

The old monk’s sweeping became stiff. The sword formation that had ravaged the Evil Emperor made his heart race. He doubted his golden body could withstand its power. In the shadows, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, watching the old monk, showed shock in their eyes. They knew why the old monk was shaken.

“Is the Little Immortal of Wudang truly such a monster?!” The thought arose involuntarily in their minds.

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Great Song Dynasty

In an unnamed valley, a ragged old man, resembling a wild man, was chasing a wild boar. The wooden stick in his hand seemed to have eyes, no matter how the boar dodged, it couldn’t escape. The wild man laughed heartily, playing with the boar, full of joy.

Suddenly, he froze, the boar fleeing in panic unnoticed, as the discussions of passing martial artists reached his ears. A sharp light flashed in the wild man’s eyes as he muttered, “Xiang Yutian, whom I once severed in half, has reappeared, only to have his limbs severed by a nine-year-old boy? Marvelous, marvelous!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. This man was none other than the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai of the Great Song Dynasty!

Dugu Qiubai had pursued the pinnacle of swordsmanship all his life, challenging sword masters everywhere in his youth, never tasting defeat.

After ascending to the Land Immortal realm, he was known as the Sword Demon, having fought several Sword Immortals without falling behind.

“This Little Immortal is quite interesting. Although Xiang Yutian isn’t at his peak, severing his limbs requires Sword Immortal-level strength.”

“The Ming Dynasty is indeed a land of prodigious swordsmen. Xie Xiaofeng of Divine Sword Manor, Ye Gucheng of White Cloud City, and Ximen Chuixue of Wanmei Manor are all excellent swordsmen. Now, another Little Immortal from Wudang has emerged.”

“Marvelous, marvelous. I look forward to the day you reach the Land Immortal realm.” Dugu Qiubai laughed heartily, his eyes filled with anticipation and desire. A burst of unmatched sword intent erupted, riddling the valley with holes. He looked to the sky, hoping to advance further in swordsmanship.

Neither Xie Xiaofeng nor Ye Gucheng had truly piqued his interest. But Ning Changge, for the first time, stirred his fighting spirit! Not yet a Land Immortal, yet able to easily crush Xiang Yutian, such extraordinary talent shook him.

But not now. Dugu Qiubai never liked bullying the weak. He would wait until Ning Changge was strong enough before making a move.

“Little Eagle, let’s slowly make our way to Ming.” Dugu Qiubai resumed his wild man guise, laughing. A giant eagle circled in the sky, crying joyfully. Man and eagle headed towards Ming, carefree and unrestrained.

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Mongolia

Esoteric Sect Forbidden Grounds

Upon hearing that Ning Changge had severed Xiang Yutian’s limbs on Emei Mountain, Jinlun couldn’t help but roar in disbelief: “How is this possible?? How can he be so strong!!” His eyes were filled with disbelief, more so with unwillingness and despair.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had endured inhuman torture to withstand the Esoteric Sect monks’ empowerment, but his enemy’s strength had become terrifying. How could he go to Wudang to retrieve his master’s remains?