NOVEL NEXT Chapter 499: Wangxian Valley of the Family
"Demon Art! You are a demon! Demon!"
On the deck of the treasure ship.
Covered in bloodstains and wearing a gray robe turned into strips, the old Nascent Soul Realm elder's face was like it had been scraped across thorns hundreds of times, now lying there shouting constantly.
Beside him was an unconscious middle-aged man, considered the second strongest among them.
Above the treasure ship, the not-so-intense battle continued, though it had entered the closing stage.
Clad in an immortal dress, Amina stood in the sky dome with a sword, a light curtain behind her, surrounded by starlight, locking several beams on those still able to move, fixing them gradually in mid-air.
Her approach was simple and direct, yet carried a trace of mysterious Rule Power.
Amina gently rotated the sword in her hand, lightly tapping forward, with several regular hexahedrons flashing behind her.
A moon-white pine tree appeared out of thin air behind her, its branches pierced through the bodies of those figures.
As the pine tree subtly trembled, several blood mist explosions appeared in the sky.
Amina's long eyelashes blinked a few times, looking down into the distance.
The shuttle that had left now returned.
Evidently, the black-clothed men left behind realized something was amiss and were coming to assist.
Amina looked toward Wang Jixuan, a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.
She understood, flipped in the air, traversing the East Sea, and directly confronted them.
Now Amina was no longer the same as before.
Her core circuit was personally unlocked by Wang Jixuan, granting her paper strength comparable to late Unification Realm, early Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators;
And all the Spiritual Energy Circuits Amina now mastered were repeatedly deduced by Mu Dan.
In fact, Mu Dan helped her formulate brand new combined skills, significantly enhancing her combat prowess.
Not to mention, the sword she wielded was the Immortal Treasure Moonlight Sword.
Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense had already probed; in that shuttle were some Golden Core cultivators and several Solidifying Pill cultivators, but no difficult characters.
Thus, Wang Jixuan looked down at the two below.
He stretched leisurely, as Xiao Hua had already brought a chair from within the treasure ship, allowing Master Wang to sit calmly.
Alongside, Wang Jixuan released a thread of his Daoist charm.
The Nascent Soul elder trembled all over, his pupils enlarged, eyes instantly clear as he stared at the young Daoist before him.
Mahayana Realm?!
There are only a few Mahayana Realm experts in the world!
"You, you are not the Young Master of the Murong Family..."
"Whether I am some young master of the Murong Family or not, those who wish to kill me, I can kill them myself."
Wang Jixuan said leisurely:
"I do not wish to perform Soul Search on you, which would be said to be bullying the younger generation.
"Let's talk about it, what kind of event have you dragged me into, and who is this young master of the Murong Family?
"Judging by your Daoist charm, although you seem like a Demon Cultivator, there's a hidden sense of righteousness in your bones, you are likely a Righteous Cultivator disguised as a Demon Cultivator to commit evil deeds right?"
With the disguise exposed, despair was all left in the elder's eyes.
"How could it be... The secret letter clearly stated, one man and two women, both women are stunningly beautiful, the man is handsome but can be seen lacking with just one glance."
"You're the one lacking!"
Wang Jixuan instantly revealed domineering pressure:
"Which eye of yours saw me lacking? Seeking death isn't it?"
The elder lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood hurriedly saying: "Spare my life, senior, spare my life! It's, it's my own blindness! Senior isn't lacking at all!"
"Hmm, speak up, what's going on."
Wang Jixuan shook his sleeve and said softly:
"In light of you intending to kill me but failing, if you hide nothing I may not pursue your sect."
The elder's mouth twitched wildly.
He whispered: "It cannot be hidden from you… Indeed, I am not a good person, but this matter is unrelated to my sect; I was traveling outside, obtained some treasures, intending to assassinate the heir of the Murong Family."
"Oh?" Wang Jixuan carefully recalled.
The Murong Family…
Seems to have heard of it.
In his hometown's cultivation world, there are Sixteen Families, thirty-two independent cultivation families, every family with deep roots, closely associated with major sects.
The foundations of these families cannot be compared to those of the top-tier major sects.
Master Wang asked: "Is this heir of the Murong Family passing by here?"
"Yes," the elder whispered, "the secret letter should be accurate, this person is returning from Overseas Immortal Island, likely passing this vicinity today to attend the disciples' grand comparison in Wangxian Valley."
Wangxian Valley for the ceremony?
Wang Jixuan listened attentively, laughing: "Does this person have a light red butterfly imprint on his neck?"
"This... The secret letter did not mention this, actually, the secret letter is quite simple..."
"Honestly, you don't even know the appearance of this person?"
The elder lowered his head, unable to find words briefly, despair mixed with bitterness in his eyes.
"Enough."
Wang Jixuan shook his head:
"Since it is so, I'll give you another chance."
He flicked his fingers, an elixir darting into the elder's mouth.
In the elder's bewildered gaze, Master Wang casually lifted the elder, aimed him southwest, and threw.
"Is it those three over there that you are seeking?"
Wang Jixuan's voice lingered around the elder's ear.
The Nascent Soul elder flew horizontally, instantly wanting to escape, but a barely perceptible spiritual sense surrounded his primordial spirit, waking him up sharply.
Unable to escape.
Unless his sect's Supreme Elder personally comes to rescue, but the Supreme Elder has been in closed-door cultivation for a hundred years, why would come to rescue him.
Besides, this isn't a glorious matter, the seniors in the sect mostly cherish their own reputation...