The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1097 - 599: The Chase

Jin Wuhuan’s cultivation must be extrely profound, because with such a plain and simple strike, Ning Xiaoxian felt an imnse threat out of nowhere. Relying on her agile movent technique, she retreated as smoothly as flowing water.

In the exchange between experts, Jin Wuhuan imdiately noticed this montary lapse, and the suspicion in his heart, initially only seven-tenths, instantly increased to nine-tenths! A surge of rage erupted within him, even his breathing beca much heavier. He had a daughter late in life, always treating the Jin sisters Zhu Ruo like treasures, yet his eldest daughter had died in such a mysterious, unclear manner, making it hard for him to rest without avenging this blood feud.

Ning Xiaoxian had yet to speak, but the Pill Furnace she left in the God Demon Prison urgently cried out, "It’s the Purple Ying Sword he’s holding! Mistress, be careful, the Purple Ying and Green Rope never separate, the Green Rope Sword must be nearby!"

She was suddenly startled, feeling a slight breeze at her lower left back. This was the enclosed space of the seventh floor of the Star-picking Tower, where could any wind flow except for what was stirred up by cultivators’ fighting? This thing attacked without even triggering her forewarning! However, her Divine Thought was strong, and when she discovered the thing breaking through her Protective Gang Qi, her body barely managed to shift a few inches to the side, while her left hand raised her sword to block behind her!

A chilling sensation spread on her back, followed by intense stabbing pain. The attacking object was extrely sharp and fast; Jin Wuhuan’s words had disrupted her thoughts, causing her instinctual reaction to lag slightly, allowing the object to jab her lower back. Fortunately, her Protective Gang Qi blocked so, and her body was also protected by the Black Scale Armor, which intercepted it so that the sharp weapon only penetrated two inches into her flesh before being deflected by her hand.

A "ding" echoed softly, the sound of weapons clashing. Imdiately after, Ning Xiaoxian saw a dart-like Magic Artifact flying outward, turning mid-air before it even hit the ground, returning to Jin Wuhuan’s hand. Qiongqi long-voiced, "Indeed, it’s the Green Rope Sword! Mistress be wary, the power of this couple swords is not to be underestimated!"

Jin Wuhuan’s pupils constricted, staring at the little pink bloodstain on the tip of the Green Rope Sword. The young lady before him was in her pri, her cultivation had reached the Late-stage Integration, and even her blood had achieved the "Refining Marrow" stage, apparently having the qualifications to be his adversary! With his knowledge, he naturally knew that during the practice of Divine Skills, body cultivators also tempered their bodies, beginning with the external refining of bones and muscles, then refining body marrow—the higher their cultivation, the lighter their blood appears, reaching the pinnacle when both bones and blood beco pure gold in color.

Ning Xiaoxian reached out to touch her lower back, feeling the slick warmth, realizing she was wounded. Yet, when she urged her Divine Power to heal the wound, it was largely ineffective, clearly showing that the sword carried traits like tearing wounds, preventing their healing. She often used Tusk in such a manner to harm others, only to suffer this trick herself today. Although endowed with Divine Skills, the movent intrinsically required strength from the waist. She had awkwardly shifted two inches earlier, dodging potential kidney damage, but the sword had pierced her waist muscle, restricting her movents.

By now, she was no longer Wu Xia A ng from years past. The information on the Purple Ying and Green Rope imdiately surfaced from the depths of her mory: The twin swords were ancient relics, nad as male Purple Ying and female Green Rope, separable yet combinable, highly powerful. At so ti, a cultivator obtained them but soon buried them deep within the mountain since the swords’ Vigorous Air hadn’t faded and they possessed spirituality. They dug a Big Hole, added Immortal Law barriers so the swords perpetually chased and fought within, breaking through all restrictions. By then, their Vigorous Air had mostly dissipated, and the Sword Master retrieved them. These two spiritual swords could choose their masters and could not be taken without possessing significant Immortal Fate.

No wonder he is the Sect Leader of the Jishi Building; indeed, he holds good treasures in his hand. This couple swords are on par with the Nanming Lihuo Sword.

Only, she hadn’t anticipated that the Purple Ying Sword wielded by Jin Wuhuan was a three-foot long cyan edge, while the other, the Green Rope Sword, was rely palm-sized, spindle-shaped, completely unlike a "sword" in form, resembling more the point of a Three-pronged Spear. The renowned strange swords were known to few; one out in the open and another hidden, wounding without a trace.

Ning Xiaoxian coldly remarked, "Your daughter’s death is unrelated to , investigate on your own, and cease pestering ." As she spoke, she flicked two green-glowing items towards Jin Wuhuan’s face, then turned and left. What she lacked most now was ti; where could she find the leisure to get entangled with him?