417: Chapter 417: I Surrender!
417: Chapter 417: I Surrender!
The “Fire Dragon Silkworm” was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, it had already closed in on Wang Miaomiao.
Although Wang Miaomiao sensed an intense crisis approaching, she simply had no ti to mount an effective defense.
In that critical mont, the jade pendant hanging from Wang Miaomiao’s chest grew slightly warm.
A surge of killing intent burst forth from the pendant, hurtling towards the incoming “Fire Dragon Silkworm.”
The body of the “Fire Dragon Silkworm” collided with that surge of killing intent midair, was imdiately severed in two, and, after writhing on the ground for a mont, died.
Hiss—
Nangong Ming involuntarily took a sharp intake of breath; now it was his turn to be utterly shocked.
It was known that the “Fire Dragon Silkworm” not only had an extrely potent poison and quick speed but also agile reactions.
Even the full-force attack of an ordinary Profound Level Martial Artist couldn’t harm it.
The powerful surge of killing intent that had just burst forth from Wang Miaomiao had been sensed by Nangong Ming as well, but he knew that the killing intent did not belong to Wang Miaomiao.
“Could it be that Wang Miaomiao possesses the legendary Spiritual Artifact?”
As soon as the words “Spiritual Artifact” crossed his mind, Nangong Ming felt his blood rush, his heart pounded wildly, and intense excitent made his whole body tremble slightly.
In Nangong Ming’s view, a Spiritual Artifact was a treasure that cultivators in the Cultivation World of legend could forge, endowed with a degree of spiritual intelligence and able to defend and attack in accordance with the will of the forger, even capable of enabling flight.
Earlier, when Nangong Ming had sent the “Fire Dragon Silkworm” to attack Wang Miaomiao, and just when it was about to succeed, a surge of killing intent suddenly sprang from her, easily slaying the “Fire Dragon Silkworm.” If it wasn’t for a legendary Spiritual Artifact on her, what else could it be?
“Could it be… this woman didn’t co across a treasure left by a Heaven Level Martial Artist, but one left by a cultivator?”
The more Nangong Ming thought about it, the more he considered it a possibility.
He was itching to rush over, seize Wang Miaomiao, and interrogate her harshly, forcing out all her secrets.
Currently, Nangong Ming was just a core disciple of Ghost Doctor Valley, not a significant figure in the world of the Hidden Sect with clouds of powerful individuals, and he didn’t hold much influence.
But if he could obtain a legendary Spiritual Artifact, wielding its power, he could roam freely across the entire Hidden Sect World.
“With Fang Bai present, I can’t make a move against that woman.
Once this ‘World Traditional dicine Conference’ is over and Fang Bai leaves, it won’t be too late to find her then!
Heh heh… Once Fang Bai is gone, who in the re Doctor Pavilion could stop ?”
As Nangong Ming was thinking this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable, invisible force, sharp as steel needles, fiercely piercing his mind several tis.
“Ouch…”
Nangong Ming’s head throbbed with severe pain, he clutched at it with both hands, cried out loudly, his vision darkened, the world spun around him, and his body swayed unsteadily a few tis before he was barely able to remain on his feet.
At this mont, Nangong Ming looked pale, his breathing was rapid, and his face was filled with terror.
His entire deanor was one of collapse, as though he had just experienced sothing extrely terrifying.
“Nangong Ming, what’s wrong with you?”
Ren Juedao, who was serving as a judge, saw Nangong Ming in such excruciating, listless distress and couldn’t help but frown and ask.
The other judges were also looking at each other, puzzled, unable to comprehend how Nangong Ming, who had just been spiritedly giving treatnt, could suddenly turn out like this.
Could it be that he had so kind of sudden hidden illness?
After steadying his mind, Nangong Ming subconsciously glanced toward Fang Bai, seeing his cold eyes filled with a diffuse Killing Qi, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought, “It must have been him!
Has his strength already grown powerful enough to attack using his psychic power?”
Nangong Ming was a clever man, and right after the brief but intense pain in his brain, he imdiately thought that he might have been attacked using a ntal force.
Upon further reflection, Nangong Ming realized that his stealth attack on Wang Miaomiao using the “Fire Dragon Silkworm” might have been discovered by Fang Bai, and the intense pain in his brain just now might have been Fang Bai’s retaliation against him.
It was at this ti that Nangong Ming ca to understand that he had greatly underestimated Fang Bai’s strength, and beca even more certain that Fang Bai must be a disciple from the Hidden Sect, and moreover, his status in the Hidden Sect World must be incredibly high.
Because as far as Nangong Ming knew, only Heaven Level Martial Artists were capable of executing spiritual attacks, and Heaven Level Martial Artists belong to the highest echelon in the Hidden Sect World.
“With such formidable strength, why doesn’t Fang Bai remain in the Hidden Sect World, which offers a better cultivation environnt, and instead mingles in this mundane world with its turbid air and harsh conditions?
Could it be for the purpose of cultivating his ntal state?”
If earlier Nangong Ming felt only a asure of wariness towards Fang Bai, now he felt a bone-deep dread.
Especially at this mont, as Fang Bai’s piercing gaze fixed on him, Nangong Ming felt a cutting edge at his back, and wished he could leave this place imdiately.
As for the ongoing dical skills competition, Nangong Ming had completely lost interest.
“I’m feeling unwell and cannot continue with the dical skills competition…
I admit defeat!”
In response to the inquiry from the judge Ren Juedao, Nangong Ming left behind these words and, amid the stunned gazes of the thousands of guests present, hurriedly stepped down from the podium and walked towards the exit of the conference center.
Seeing Nangong Ming actually admit defeat on his own, the Sect Leader of Ghost Doctor Sect, Sikong Lieyang, beca livid with anger.
As Nangong Ming was about to step out of the conference center’s main entrance, he imdiately got up and chased after him.
After a mont of silence inside the conference center, a group of female disciples from Doctor Pavilion suddenly rose from their seats and burst into cheers for Wang Miaomiao on the podium.
Then, nearly a thousand guests also stood up and gave Wang Miaomiao the warst round of applause.
With Nangong Ming conceding defeat, the dical skills competition ca to an abrupt halt.
Wang Miaomiao naturally took the first place in this year’s dical skills competition, securing for Doctor Pavilion the dominant position among the five ancient dicine sects for the next five years.
Amidst the applause, Wang Miaomiao bowed deeply three tis to the audience below.
No one knew that those three bows were ant for Fang Bai.
It was at the mont of Nangong Ming’s departure that Fang Bai, using the “Thread Condensation Sound Transmission” technique, inford Wang Miaomiao of Nangong Ming’s attempt to attack her with the “Fire Dragon Silkworm,” and only then did Wang Miaomiao realize the peril she had narrowly escaped.
Wang Miaomiao bowed to Fang Bai, firstly to thank him for gifting her a jade pendant that saved her life at a critical mont, and secondly to express gratitude for Fang Bai’s covert intervention that drove Nangong Ming away.
……
Having left the conference center at the mountain summit, Sikong Lieyang of Ghost Doctor Sect used his movent technique to chase from the peak to the base of the mountain, finally spotting Nangong Ming, who was waiting for him there.
“Brother Nangong, what happened back there?
Didn’t we agree that I would give you the Wood Elent Stone, and you would compete for the first place in the dical skills competition on my behalf?
What should we do now…”
Sikong Lieyang asked with an exasperated stomp of his foot, his face full of annoyance.
“What, you want to go back on your word?
Not hand over the Wood Elent Stone?”
Nangong Ming slowly turned around, his face as dark as water, brimming with killing intent, and asked coldly.
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