The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1096 - 598: Chaotic Battle (2)

She felt sothing was wrong in her heart, turned her head to look, and was both shocked and angry. It turned out that a Big White Bird had sneaked up behind her sohow, standing over ten feet tall, looking extrely majestic, with its claws gleaming coldly. The attack she had sensed just now must have co from these sharp claws. But this blow was rely a feint from the opponent, forcing her to leap forward, then turning around to press Yu Yingnan under its claws.

Yu Yingnan was just a little cultivator at the Foundation Establishnt Stage, almost powerless against Qi Zai, naturally unable to move when pinned down. Just as she was biting her lips in fright, she heard Qi Zai’s voice filled with a killing aura, "Dare to move, and I’ll tear you apart alive!" With a flap of its wings, it dragged her into the thick fog. The speed was incredibly fast, and the female junior master couldn’t stop it, only watching helplessly as Yu Yingnan disappeared into the milky mist. Each floor of the Star-picking Tower was over ten ters high, perfect for Qi Zai’s True Body to move around, leaping effortlessly.

This thick fog was released by them to fish in troubled waters, now it hindered their own vision.

Ning Xiaoxian could see the positions of Senior Sister Zhen and Yu Yingnan, so there was no fear of losing them. Since Qi Zai had succeeded, she too had no desire to fight, turning in another direction to take a shortcut to et up with Qi Zai.

The female junior master naturally wasn’t willing to let her escape, otherwise how could she save the kidnapped junior? Having witnessed the enemy’s speed, she knew she couldn’t possibly catch up, so she gritted her teeth and took out a thin red thread from her bosom, blowing it toward Ning Xiaoxian’s direction. The red thread imdiately moved as if it had life, shooting out like electricity. When it reached the outside of Ning Xiaoxian’s protective Gang Qi, it strained to drill inward but couldn’t penetrate—it was ford by Divine Power, different from ordinary demonic power and Spiritual Power, the red thread couldn’t do anything to it.

Ning Xiaoxian, turning her head in a hurry, was startled. What on earth was this thing! She didn’t know that this red thread was refined by the female junior master using the bone marrow of an exotic beast called the Red Silk Snake from the depths of the East Sea, mingled with her own essence blood. Though it appeared red, it was shapeless, able to infiltrate an enemy’s body. With her essence blood-infused red thread as a guide, she could easily track the opponent, and even detonate it at a critical mont, causing it to explode and injure the opponent’s internal organs—an extrely insidious Divine Skill.

This female junior master did not have many attack techniques, but what she had were quite powerful. Refining this red thread was not easy; she had refined over ten, but only three were successful.

Ning Xiaoxian frowned, raising her Dagger to try to flick it off. She didn’t know what the red thread’s purpose was, but she guessed it wasn’t given to her for sewing clothes. However, this thing clung tightly to her Protective Gang Qi, the Tusk slashing over it felt light and airy, cutting nothing at all.

Forget it, ti is precious, I’ll deal with it later.

She didn’t stop her pace, about to move into the depths of the mist, when suddenly, a cold snort sounded beside her, and a black shadow appeared in the mist, blocking her path.

This figure was tall, obviously a man, with a presence so imposing that even the milky fog around stayed away, as if afraid to approach him.

Although his features were blurry, Ning Xiaoxian recognized his identity from that one angry snort.

The Sect Leader of Jishi Building, Jin Wuhuan, was actually going to personally deal with her.

She let out a long laugh, stepping sideways without pausing: "Grandmaster Jin, how impressive, to personally deal with a little woman like ?" She emphasized "personally," but was inwardly shocked: here, the fog was thick, she was masked and her figure vague, how did Jin Wuhuan recognize her?

Clearly, from the mont she jumped out of the box, his gaze was locked on her, never leaving, no wonder she always felt an ill-intentioned gaze closely following her. Such cautiousness made her feel a chill down her spine upon careful consideration. To be so focused on a person, it was either deep love or deep hate. She had no doubt Grandmaster Jin was the latter.

Speaking of which, why did he so firmly believe she was the murderer who killed his daughter?!

If it were broad daylight, under the eyes of many, Jin Wuhuan, confident in his position, might not have taken action. Yet here, amidst the chaos, with evil instincts drawn out, Jin Wuhuan saw her coming for the Nanming Lihuo Sword, and finally couldn’t resist personally dealing with her.

He had been lurking near Ning Xiaoxian. Although her movents were extrely fast, almost losing her several tis, Yu Yingnan held the Nanming Lihuo Sword, faintly radiating a red light in the milky fog. The light didn’t extend far, but even being able to illuminate seven ters was enough for a Great Cultivator like him.

Just now, the fierce price battle at the auction made it unmistakably clear to him Ning Xiaoxian’s yearning for the Nanming Lihuo Sword, where this Divine Sword was, she would undoubtedly be too! Jin Wuhuan followed the sword and indeed, caught her tracks. If she was the mantis stalking the cicada, then he was the oriole behind!

Ning Xiaoxian’s laughter was clear and crisp, yet still used Divine Skills to shout, imdiately attracting many people to look. Unfortunately, as Jin Wuhuan decided to act, he was already determined. He said nothing but secretly transmitted to Ning Xiaoxian: "I just want the truth, did you and Miluo conspire to kill my son?!" He stepped forward, a glimr flashing in his hand, attacking her chest.

Jin Wuhuan had been famous for a long ti, yet he gave the impression of being engrossed in Jishi Building’s affairs, few had actually seen him take action. How deep his cultivation was, no one knew, nor could she discern.

He actually guessed half the truth! Ning Xiaoxian was montarily dazed, her hand slowing down a half beat. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welco to qidian to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian to read.)