The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1110 - 605: The Oriole (Part 2)

She had no ti to look at Qi Zai on the ground; she extended her slender palm and reached out to grasp Yu Yingnan’s wrist pulse. This little prey’s cultivation level was too low; with such a grasp, there was bound to be no resistance. However, just as her hand was halfway there, suddenly a coolness spread from the wound on her ribs where Jin Wuhuan had injured her, as if sothing had burrowed in. Before she had ti to expel it with Divine Power, a surge of energy exploded within the Zhongting Acupoint, making it feel like a small grenade had been buried inside her body and suddenly detonated!

No matter how strong her organs were trained, they couldn’t withstand such internal damage!

Ning Xiaoxian could no longer stand and collapsed softly. Qi Zai barely lifted its long neck to support her sliding body.

At this mont, she couldn’t even feel the pain, only that her mind was hazy, her limbs weak, and everything from the outside world seed to co with a delayed response of several seconds before reaching her eyes and ears. An indescribable drowsiness kept attacking, and she could feel her Life Force rapidly draining away with the massive internal bleeding. Only then did she rember the red thread that the female junior master had once thrown onto her Protective Gang Qi.

Jin Wuhuan’s Green Rope Sword had pierced her Protective Gang Qi, and the red thread took the opportunity to attach itself to her clothing. With her clothes already soaked in blood, she wouldn’t have noticed such a thin trace of blood...

The Purple Ying Sword had sliced her skin, and the female junior master’s resentful yet satisfied eyes before her death...

She didn’t know how this thing was made, but she figured it would explode.

She could almost hear the breath of the Death God. This ti, her carelessness might cost her the Nanming Lihuo Sword and drag Qi Zai and Jiu Mo to the Netherworld with her!

The mist in the field finally dispersed. She heard Steward Wu’s voice getting closer in her ears, along with the shouts of nurous guards maintaining order.

The power of Heavenly Residence had finally arrived, and order here would soon be restored.

Ning Xiaoxian, having suddenly sustained such severe injuries, was in a daze, and the Armored Riding Puppet lost its power, reverting back into a small silver bullet and falling to the ground. Jin Wuhuan withdrew his hand, ignoring Fairy Han Qiong fighting the Devouring Demon Vine, and dashed to Ning Xiaoxian’s side with a few swift movents.

At a glance, he could tell that this woman was likely on the brink of death.

Ti was running out. He gripped her shoulder tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "Tell , how did my daughter die?"

Steward Wu had already rushed up, stopping him, "Let go! You can’t treat our Heavenly Residence’s esteed guests like this!"

Jin Wuhuan paid no heed. He vigorously shook her several tis until more fragnts of her organs gushed out with the blood from her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from coughing twice, opened her mouth slightly, and softly murmured a few words. Her voice was so faint and light, and with Steward Wu interrupting beside her, even with his keen hearing, he couldn’t understand clearly and had to lean closer to her mouth, eagerly saying, "Say it again, say it again!"

She softly murmured another phrase, and this ti, he finally heard: it was not a na but an ancient and awkward incantation!

This woman actually had a hidden trick!

He suddenly felt a strong threat from Ning Xiaoxian. With spiritual senses honed through countless life-and-death struggles, he didn’t even have ti to think before abandoning her and quickly retreating.

But it was too late.

The heavily injured, near-death woman, who seed to have no strength left, suddenly lifted a fair arm and, with speed faster than lightning, plunged the Tusk into his Jiuwei Acupoint!

The Blood Poisoning Attribute attached to the weapon imdiately took effect. Jin Wuhuan clutched at his chest, where blood was gushing, feeling as if his Five Inner Organs were burning. He staggered in pain, almost crying out in anguish.

Ning Xiaoxian on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes, though filled with exhaustion, still radiated brilliance, and her gaze was extraordinarily bright, not at all like soone at death’s door.

Her body was severely injured, near death, and utterly drained of energy. No matter how strong her will, she had reached the end of her tether, unable to compel her body to do anything more. In such a situation, the only secret technique she could use was one—borrowed from Tu Jin’s Soul Burning Technique!

The relationship between the flesh and the Primordial Spirit is generally viewed like that between water and a boat. The boat moves because the water supports it. Thus, a cultivator must train their body to beco exceptionally tough to carry their Primordial Spirit. However, in the path of Soul Cultivation, there is a Secret Technique that goes against this principle, allowing one to burn their Primordial Spirit as fuel to drive the body. This destructive action, though, cannot be sustained and will cause severe damage to the Primordial Spirit, so even soul cultivators use it only as a last resort, with utmost caution!

This was one of the Secret Techniques Changtian forbade her to learn, but her curiosity insisted on convincing Tu Jin to teach her.

Taking advantage of Jin Wuhuan’s retreat, she pressed her single hand on the ground and, without straightening her body, hunched over and dashed forward! After continuous battles, her Divine Power was nearly exhausted, and now she used only the Light Body Skill she learned as a mortal. Even though she used it again, it was still light and swift yet imbued with a sense of determination!

Her target was actually Yu Yingnan!

The guards of Heavenly Residence had arrived, and the Devouring Demon Vine at Ball had stopped. Fairy Han Qiong had already rushed back to her disciple at the first mont, holding her shoulder tightly. At this mont, seeing this woman, despite being seriously injured, still charging toward her beloved disciple like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, a chill rose in her heart: This woman was crazy! Was the allure of the Nanming Lihuo Sword so great that she would risk death to seize it?

Her thoughts spun, yet her hands showed no rcy, especially since the other had viciously killed her ever-present junior sister, a grief that must be avenged. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation on Qidian. Mobile users please visit m.qidian for reading.)