At this moment, the First Ancestor, Second Ancestor, and Fourth Ancestor were filled with disbelief. In their impression, Ning Fan was merely a valuable supplement affected by the Summon Barbarian Technique, and his cultivation shouldnât be high. Why was Ning Fan, the supposedly weak cultivator, able to ride the sword in forbidden space... Could this be a weak cultivator indeed?
Could it be they truly misjudged him, and Ning Fan was not some weak cultivator, but an Immortal Emperor?
Similarly, Ao Xuan was speechless with surprise. He had seen the bounty on Ning Fan and recognized him at a glance.
It was this child, who robbed the Ancestral Bow from Ancestor Dulong, no doubt!
Ancestor Dulong once said, "Was it not a weak cultivator who took the Ancestral Bow?" The only noteworthy part was the few drops of Fu Li ancestor blood in him. Aside from that, this person was not worth mentioning.
Really not worth mentioning...
Recalling the information given by Ancestor Dulong, Ao Xuan found it laughable, the information was incorrect after all.
How could Ning Fan be a weak cultivator? Can a weak cultivator fly in the Eighth Layer of Tianque? Show me if you can fly!
Ao Xuan further noticed the menacing aura around Ning Fan, an aura only attainable by slaying an Eternal Immortal Venerable. And if he wasnât mistaken, there was a trace of Ancestor Dulongâs death aura mixed within that aura...
Ancestor Dulong indeed perished at Ning Fanâs hands; wasnât he seeking Origin Qi...
"Could it be that the one who seized the Clan Leaderâs Origin Qi is also him! That unfortunate Dulong, attempting to reclaim his Origin Qi only to be killed by him instead?" Ao Xuan felt he had uncovered the truth, more convinced than ever that Ning Fanâs power was beyond imagination.
Hiss, hiss, hiss.
At this moment, the forty-three thousand Ancient Coffins in the sky all made hissing sounds, as ancient corpses began sitting up from the coffins. This was due to the commotion Ning Fan caused upon entering the Eighth Layer, which awakened all the ancient corpses on this layer.
Forty-three thousand strands of killing intent pierced through layers of heavy rain, locking onto Ning Fan with deadly precision.
They were the killing intents of forty-three thousand Master-level Immortal Venerables, standing beside Ning Fan. Even being slightly affected by those killing intents, Miaoyan Immortal Honorificâs aura was in turmoil, making her somewhat unsteady.
Her injuries were too severe, facing forty-three thousand ancient corpses, equating to forty-three thousand Eternal Immortal Venerables, such power was too terrifying that even an Immortal Emperor must evade. The pervading killing intent around filled her with unease, so she cautiously moved closer to Ning Fan to find some safety and calmness.
"So many ancient corpses! Can he really handle them?" Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was worried, sneaking a glance at Ning Fan, biting her lip, and wisely choosing not to say more.
Ao Xuan and others, upon witnessing the awakening of forty-three thousand ancient corpses, were so scared that cold sweat poured down their backs, each pushing their concealment techniques to the extreme, fearing being discovered by those ancient corpses.
To their relief, none of the ancient corpses paid any attention to their existence. The gaze of all forty-three thousand ancient corpses was focused solely on Ning Fan.
"This child is in deep trouble, being besieged by forty-three thousand ancient corpses; it is a situation of certain death."
"Forty-three thousand ancient corpses, equivalent to forty-three thousand Eternal Immortal Venerables. Hmph, even if this child truly possesses mid-level Immortal Emperor cultivation, he is no match for this group of ancient corpses."
"Even if this child doesnât die, he will surely shed a layer of skin!"
"Precarious, if this child wants to survive, it will not be easy..."
Ao Xuan and others felt a bit gleeful at the prospect of seeing Ning Fan being besieged by ancient corpses.
What if you can fly in the Eighth Layer? What if you possess Immortal Emperor cultivation? After awakening the ancient corpses, letâs see how you clean up this mess!
"We Purple Dou Immortal Cultivators... born against calamity... we bury without remorse!"
"Our life and death are all for... Purple Dou Immortal!"
Voices rang out from the mouths of those ancient corpses unconsciously, along with strange roars.
More and more ancient corpses gathered, under countless strands of killing intent, Ning Fan felt an uncontrollable chill on his back, his heart uncontrollably pounding.
At this moment, he had to face forty-three thousand Immortal-level experts all by himself!
The entire four heavens and nine worlds couldnât gather so many Eternal Immortal Venerables! Only in the ancient times, in the Zi Dou Immortal Domain, was it possible to see such an Immortal Venerable army!
Ning Fan had never been locked on by such powerful killing intent in his life, losing his mental composure was inevitable, since his actual cultivation was indeed not on par with these ancient corpses.
Under this killing intent lock, Ning Fan felt it hard to breathe, and his body incapable of moving. He harshly bit through his tongue, using the pain to regain control of his body, suddenly raising the Separation and Union Sword, swinging the blade forward.
Even with forty-three thousand ancient corpses blocking the way, so what!
Let him be strong, Slaying Fate Sword only grows stronger with a strong opponent!
As Ning Fan swung his sword, more and more sword lights appeared before his eyes. Facing six hundred ancient corpses previously, Ning Fan cut out sixty thousand strands of sword light with a single sword; this time, there were more.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand...
Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, four million!
Surrounded by four million strands of Slaying Fate sword light, Ning Fan gave off an invincible aura!
The pressure emanating from four million sword lights had already exceeded the scope of the Second Step of cultivation, perhaps only the legendary Third Step Saint could exhibit such a pressure-laden Divine Skill!
Wherever the sword lights passed, it formed a silent air wave; all traces of the Great Dao crumbled, unable to withstand the power of this sword!
The entire Eighth Layerâs world trembled violently under this single sword strike. All ancient corpses rushing toward Ning Fan halted abruptly at this moment, staring at Ning Fan in terror, not daring to approach!
After some hesitation, nearly ninety percent of the ancient corpses chose to turn and flee, escaping with all their might, causing utter chaos. However, over four thousand ancient corpses, gradually suppressing their fear, still charged at Ning Fan fearlessly.
Unfortunately, their valor was like a moth to a flame, merely wasting their lives.
With mouths drooling with stinking saliva and faces filled with greed, they would stop at nothing to devour Ning Fan, having lost all sense of reason.
Once mighty Purple Dou Immortal Cultivators in life, reduced to ignorant corpses in death... Ning Fan gently closed his eyes, allowing four million sword lights to pierce the sky, slashing at four thousand ancient corpses.
Some ancient corpses with lower cultivation were shredded into countless corpse dust by the Sword Qi before they even approached the four million sword lights, not having time to scream.
Other ancient corpses with higher cultivation, though they miraculously withstood the four million sword lights for a few breaths, were ultimately pierced through like a sieve by the sword light, unable to escape death.
In less than five breaths, over four thousand ancient corpses were slain by Ning Fanâs sword. After clearing the path of ancient corpses, Ning Fan opened his eyes, his expression solemn, as if bidding farewell to the distant ones. Miao Yan, the Immortal Revered, once again looked dumbfounded at this astonishing achievement.
Could it be that even if the twenty-eight Ancient Emperors of the Four Oceans Sect joined forces, they wouldnât be able to defeat four thousand Immortal Venerables?
Yet Ning Fan won with a single strike. Could it be that his strength alone surpassed the combined might of the twenty-eight Ancient Emperors?
Four million Sword Lights swept through the road-blocking ancient corpses, merging into the thousand-zhang Sword Light at Ning Fanâs feet. The previously somewhat unstable Sword Light immediately stabilized, and its flight speed became even faster.
Black corpse ash continuously drifted down from the sky, falling on the ancient blue stone road, mixing with the rainwater like mud. Ao Xuan and others felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to their Tian Ling, causing their bodies to involuntarily tremble slightly.
Unbelievably, in this Era of Decline, someone could kill four thousand Immortal Venerables with a single sword!
Even a Quasi-Saint could not possibly achieve this; the only one who could was the legendary... Saint...
"What exactly is this boyâs cultivation... could he really be..." Ao Xuan and others felt deeply shocked.
The three Barbarian Ancestors could accept this, as they were figures from ancient times and had seen some Saints in their lifetimes, so they quickly recovered from their shock, remaining calm despite their surprise.
But Ao Xuan found it hard to remain calm. Being an Eternal Immortal Venerable of the Era of Decline, what had he ever seen of Saints?
He didnât believe there were any Saints left in the current era, and he certainly didnât believe Ning Fan could be a Saint. But how could he explain the scene before him?
Other than a Third Step Saint, who could kill four thousand Immortal Venerables with a single sword...
"Saint... In the Era of Decline, the vital essence of all teachings vanished, and Taoist traditions ceased to exist. How could there still be Saints in this world, werenât Saints supposed to be extinct... Could this boy really be a Saint...
Just as Ao Xuanâs heart was in turmoil, Ning Fanâs Sword Light whistled past overhead, making a sharp sword whistle as it swept through the wind and rain, which pelted Ao Xuanâs face with a chilling coldness.
At this moment, Ning Fan didnât even glance at Ao Xuan, but Ao Xuan still felt an invisible pressure that trickled into his bones with the rainwater.
His heart was extremely tense. At this moment, he was too close to Ning Fan. He feared Ning Fan would strike at him because he was not Ning Fanâs match â definitely not. He feared he couldnât even escape!
If Ning Fan struck, he truly believed he would die, very decisively, like a mortal crushing an ant with a single step...
"This person has enmity with my True Dragon Clan. Will he strike at me..."
"Itâs fake, it must be fake. He canât possibly be a Saint, but if he really is..."
"If he strikes at me, Iâm going to fight him... But even if I fight, I probably wonât escape death..." Ao Xuanâs mind grew increasingly chaotic, and his hands holding the Brahmic Demon Mace trembled uncontrollably...
While Ao Xuan was like a formidable enemy, Ning Fanâs Sword Light merely flickered as it flew over Ao Xuanâs head without any intention of engaging him.
Thus, Ao Xuan was completely stunned, feeling somewhat dazed and bewildered. Ning Fan didnât strike at him? Did he safeguard his life?
From the hands of a âSaintâ?
The whistling Sword Light flew over the heads of the Fourth Ancestor, Second Ancestor, and Original First Ancestor in succession, causing unprecedented tension for these three as well.
Even though these three Barbarian Ancestors were formidable figures in life, they didnât feel good at the moment, each fearing Ning Fan might strike at them.
Since they had plotted against Ning Fan, they naturally worried about Ning Fanâs revenge. If Ning Fan struck, with the âterrifying powerâ he had displayed, their hopes of survival seemed almost nil...
"If he strikes, weâll fight him!" The three Barbarian Ancestors secretly resolved, though their expressions lacked much confidence, resembling defeated roosters, with a strong sense of discouragement.
However, what comforted them was that Ning Fanâs Sword Light didnât linger above their heads either; it simply flew away.
Until Ning Fan flew far away, they only then showed expressions of bewilderment. Just like that, they simply safeguarded their lives?
Ao Xuan and the others naturally didnât know that Ning Fan wasnât a Saint, not even an Immortal Emperor, just a little Crossing Truth Master. They actually had no reason to fear Ning Fan so much...
"They were so scared that their faces turned pale because of you..." Miao Yanâs expression was complex as she noticed the tense looks on Ao Xuan and others and could understand their feelings.
It wasnât that Ao Xuan and the others were too cowardly; it was that Ning Fan was too terrifying...
"Really..." Ning Fan was noncommittal about Miao Yanâs words.
He didnât focus on the expressions of Ao Xuan and others; his gaze was locked on the Seventh Ancestor alone.
The body of the Seventh Ancestor was largely merged with the stone door; at this moment, his gaze was unprecedentedly grave, also stunned by Ning Fanâs feat of instantaneously slaying four thousand ancient corpses.
However, his vision was sharper than others; he was at the first level of Unity of Heaven and Man, vaguely able to see that Ning Fan wasnât a Saint. However, whether he was an Immortal Emperor or Quasi-Saint remained unknown.
What puzzled the Seventh Ancestor the most was that Ning Fanâs gaze remained locked on him, unabashedly filled with hostility.
"I have no acquaintance with this person, so why does he regard me with such enmity?" This puzzled the Seventh Ancestor.
The Seventh Ancestorâs true identity was the second Primordial Spirit of the Fate Wielding Immortal Emperor, but since he had been separated from the main body for countless years, his memories could not be shared.
If the Seventh Ancestor had the memories of the main Fate Wielding Immortal Emperor, he could probably recognize at a glance that the Ghost Face youth before him was the one who killed Si Ming.
If the Seventh Ancestor knew Ning Fan was now going by the name Zhao Jian, he might also connect the dots that Ning Fan approached him to reclaim the souls of those barbarians.
Unfortunately, the Seventh Ancestor didnât understand the source of Ning Fanâs hostility. But Ning Fanâs hostility was blatantly undisguised, leaving him perplexed yet even more uneasy.
"This boy shouldnât be a Saint, but his sword... The matter is urgent, regardless of why this boy harbors enmity towards this old man, this is not the time for me to contend with him."
As Ning Fan drew closer, the murderous intent grew stronger. The Seventh Ancestor frowned, muttering incantations while spitting several mouthfuls of blood essence toward the stone door.
The borrowed Barbarian Godâs Power was limited, and the integration into the stone door was not fast, but he used a self-damaging secret technique at this moment, depleting his aura significantly and speeding up the integration with the stone door.
Before Ning Fan arrived, the Seventh Ancestor had merged his entire body into the stone door, disappearing without a trace.
"Want to leave so easily? Not happening."
The Sword Light flew over 111 palaces, entered the gray Mist Sea at the end of the ancient blue stone road, and flew closer and closer to the stone door in the center of the Mist Sea.
Ning Fan stood atop the sword tip, his long hair flying in the wind, his eyes flashing with azure light, looking indifferently at the gray Mist Sea and the ancient stone door looming within.
With his eyesight at the Second Realm of Tianren, when he looked at that stone door, it seemed to have a kind of see-through effect.
He could tell that at this moment, the body of the Seventh Ancestor had completely merged into the stone door, and from the other side of the door, his body was gradually separating, with one foot already stepping into the entrance passage of the Ninth Layer.
It was a fusion on the level of will; at this moment, the Seventh Ancestor replaced the will of the stone door. He was the stone door!
At this moment, to injure the stone door was to injure the Seventh Ancestor!
This stone door seemed to be the only entrance to the Ninth Layer, and it seemed to be condensed from Immortal Aura...
A stone door condensed from Immortal Aura...
This doorâs defense was extraordinary; even the Seventh Ancestor could not forcibly break it, only passing through with a Forbidden Technique.
But if this door was indeed condensed from Immortal Aura, the attack of the Life-Slaying Sword might have a miraculous effect, as this sword is designed to slay immortal beings!
Ning Fanâs eyes narrowed, and he formed several sword seals with one hand. As he approached within ten thousand zhang of the stone door, he suddenly swept his arm around the slender waist of Miaoyan Immortal Honorific and leaped off the sword light.
The thousand-zhang sword light beneath him immediately emitted a piercing sword cry, transforming into a sharp sword shadow that fiercely struck towards the stone door.
The torrential rain between heaven and earth seemed to resonate with this sword at that moment, and killing intent arose!
This sword contained the power of four million slaying sword lights, now all striking upon the stone door!
With a simple slash, the world was plunged into a fantastical moonlit illusion in an instant, where everything became blurry and indistinct, except for that sword which stood out with unparalleled clarity.
On the other side of the stone door, within the entrance passage of the Ninth Layer, the Seventh Ancestor, who had partially separated his body from the stone door, sensed Ning Fanâs attempt to slash the door, showing a hint of mockery unconsciously.
Previously, he had underestimated the sturdiness of the stone door. Only after using the Forbidden Technique to fuse with the will of the door did he see the terror of the door from the inside.
Inside the stone door resided an eye orb belonging to the Ninth Generation Barbarian God, Yin Mo Ancestor, which contained Immortal Aura far beyond the Seventh Ancestorâs imagination.
Having been unable to break the stone door before, he thought only with Immortal Emperorâs cultivation could the door be breached. But after seeing that eye orb, the Seventh Ancestor firmly believed that, even if a true Saint came, it wouldnât be easy to break the door.
Let alone Ning Fan, who hadnât reached the Saint Realm.
This door simply couldnât be forcibly broken open; getting through by trickery was the true way to enter the Ninth Layer!
"Heh heh, this stone door is sturdier than you imagine. Even a true Saint cannot..."
Before the Seventh Ancestor could finish speaking, an earth-shattering explosion sounded behind him.
He had no time to see what happened before feeling severe pain from the body parts that hadnât separated from the stone door, with countless stone fragments violently shooting out behind him!
He suddenly turned back, witnessing the scene of the stone door collapsing and breaking apart!
The stone door, which he deemed hard even for a Saint to break, was utterly destroyed by Ning Fanâs single sword strike!
Since most of the Seventh Ancestorâs body was still merged with the stone door, he was also affected when the door was destroyed, suffering severe injuries.
A mighty force surged from his back, causing the Seventh Ancestor to feel as though heâd been heavily struck. Despite the mocking expression still on his face, his body was propelled forward, spraying blood and looking extremely battered as his aura fell into an unprecedented state of weakness.
Severely injured! Completely and utterly injured!
The Seventh Ancestor was both shocked and resentful, shocked at the overwhelming power of Ning Fanâs sword, and resentful that Ning Fan not only destroyed the stone door but also caused injury to him.
"Who is this person, able to break open this door with just one sword! No, this person is stronger than I anticipated. Though not a Saint, he is certainly beyond my ability to defeat. I must flee quickly!"
The Seventh Ancestor forced down the sweet blood in his throat and, upon landing, immediately rushed down the passage; his speed was like flowing light, leaving only multicolored afterimages in his wake.
With one strike to break the door, the entrance passage to the Ninth Layer was now fully revealed. Holding Miaoyan, Ning Fan landed on the ancient road, naturally seeing the hasty escape of the Seventh Ancestor.
The Seventh Ancestor wanted to leave, and Ning Fan had no objections, but he would have to leave behind the seven hundred thousand barbarian souls!
Ning Fan was about to use the Candle Bow to shoot the Seventh Ancestor when his expression suddenly changed. Without a second word, he pulled Miaoyan Immortal Honorific beside him and hurriedly retreated.
With his Second Realm of Tianren eyesight, he could only vaguely see a grey light flash from the pile of rubble ahead, rushing towards him and Miaoyan. The grey light was so fast that he couldnât discern what it was.
"What...?" Miaoyan Immortal Honorificâs graceful face showed slight surprise. She was still amazed at Ning Fanâs achievement in breaking the gate with one sword and couldnât react in time before being pulled backward by Ning Fan.
Her eyesight couldnât even catch the trajectory of the grey lightâs movement, let alone Ning Fanâs, who could at least see a grey light coming.
"Yin-Yang Five Swords, Life-Slaying Sword Technique... interesting, you, young one, might be of some help to this old man."
An old voice suddenly echoed in Ning Fanâs mind.
As the grey light drew within a zhang of Ning Fan, he could finally see what it was.
It was an eye orb with a dark grey pupil, from which the old voice emanated.
"Nine Mountains and Eight Seas Realm, open! Little brother, accompany your elder brother for a trip, rest assured, you wonât lack benefits!"
From within the grey eye orb, dazzling grey beams suddenly shot out, sweeping over Ning Fan and Miaoyan.
After the grey light swept past, Ning Fan and Miaoyanâs figures vanished from the place, as did the eye orbâs traces.
"Hmm? Where did that mysterious powerful figure go..." The Seventh Ancestor, who was fleeing within the ninth-layer passage, suddenly paused, looking back in surprise, his eyes flickering with green light.
With his First Realm of Celestial Beings eyesight, he couldnât locate where Ning Fan had gone.
Did he vanish into the Void Realm treasure, or leave?
"Forget it, itâs better to head to the Ninth Layer first and awaken the Ninth Generation Savage God... Hopefully, my offer can move the Ninth Generation Savage God to become the host for his âBarbarian Godâs Blessingâ..."
...
After a flash of gray light, Ning Fan appeared in a grey void. There was no ground, only rusted copper towers floating in the void.
Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was nowhere to be found, the Candle Bow, Separation and Union Sword, Incense Arrow, Burning Sky Fan, Seven-Star Lamp and other magical treasures were missing as well, as was the mysterious eyeball.
Ning Fan tried, but with his cultivation, he could not escape this space, nor could he enter the Xuan Yin Treasure.
Was it the eyeball monster that brought him here?
If it werenât for the eyeball monster blocking his way, he could have easily used the power of the Incense Arrow to reclaim 700,000 Barbarian Souls from the hands of the Seven Ancestors.
Now he had not only missed the chance to pursue the Seven Ancestors but also lost Miaoyan Immortal Honorific...
Ning Fan activated the Ice Rain Technique, his spirit sense merged with the rainwater, attempting to cover the entire space, but found the space too vast, with no visible boundaries. This interface level was at least of the Void Realm grade, possibly beyond an ordinary Void Realm.
"Hehe, little brother, your Ice Rain Technique is not bad, but itâs a pity your cultivation is still low. If it were higher, you might have been able to cover the entire âPalatial Voidâ with it."
The voice of the eyeball monster suddenly echoed from the depths of the endless void.
From the direction of the voice, it could be judged that the eyeball monster was a bit to the right in front of Ning Fanâs current position!
Ning Fanâs gaze sharpened, and he transformed into a streak of golden light, charging forward. He believed that as long as he moved in that direction, he would find the mysterious eyeball monster. In his heart, he silently noted that he was trapped within some "Palatial Void" of an Immortal Emperor.
The "Palatial Void" is a unique divine skill of the Immortal Emperor, a domain-type divine skill. Ning Fan had heard of it, but this was his first time seeing its true form.
"Hehe, youâve mastered the Vertical Golden Light Technique? Little brother, your talent is quite something. Just at the Crossing Truth Realm, and youâve already grasped the Vertical Golden Light...but itâs only at the first level, without guidance, it might be hard to achieve the next level in your lifetime. How about this, let your elder brother give you a hand, help you master the subsequent levels? You help your elder brother, and I will grant you a fortune, how about that?" the eyeball monsterâs voice came again.
But this time, the direction of the eyeball monsterâs voice changed, it was from the front before, now it resounded from behind.
In just an instant, the eyeball monster had moved from one end of the endless void to the other... its speed much faster than Ning Fanâs.
Ning Fan halted his steps, pondering in silence.
With his speed, it was impossible to catch that eyeball monster in this void space.
Most of his magical treasures likely fell into the eyeball monsterâs hands. Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was probably in its hands too.
Though the eyeball monster said little, it mentioned the word âhelpâ a few times.
Perhaps the eyeball monster brought him here because it needed his help...
"Senior, if youâre interested in those treasures, feel free to take them, but please return my friend!" Ning Fan shouted into the endless void.
"Pah, none of your treasures are innate items, maybe only that Sub-Innate Bow Spirit is worth a look, but Iâm not interested in your stuff! But the beauty you brought is nice, hehe, although sheâs not my type, I wonât mind having a taste..." the eyeball monster snickered lewdly.
Ning Fanâs gaze instantly turned cold. Losing the treasures was one thing, but he couldnât let that disgusting eyeball monster bully Miaoyan Immortal Honorific.
With Ning Fanâs cultivation, he likely wasnât a match for the eyeball monster without using his trump card divine skill, he definitely couldnât break free here.
But he had one last trump card, enough to make the eyeball monster wary.
"Ignite!"
With one word, three drops of his Fu Li ancestor blood and four drops of Moluo ancestor blood showed signs of combusting.
With his current Mid Stage Enlightenment cultivation and minor achievement in Calamity Blood, burning one drop of ancestral blood would allow him to battle an Eternal Immortal Venerable.
If he burned seven drops of ancestral blood, even against a Pinnacle Immortal King he would have a fighting chance!
"Blood Ignition? Hehe, that wonât scare me, just seven drops of ancestral blood, even if you burn them, you wouldnât be my match, at most youâll have the cultivation of a Pinnacle Immortal King for a moment..."
"Oh really. What if I use blood ignition as a price, to gain Pinnacle Immortal Kingâs power, then forcibly break open this sealed Origin Qi and detonate it..."
Ning Fan swung his robe, a phantom mist appeared in his hand.
"Origin Qi!" The eyeball monster was instantly alarmed.
Origin Qi can enhance oneâs cultivation, and can also be used as a large-scale weapon.
Though Ning Fanâs Origin Qi seed had thirty million seals, burning seven drops of ancestral blood would be more than enough to break all the seals and use the Origin Qi.
The explosion of Origin Qi was something even an Immortal Emperor couldnât withstand, this was not a joking matter!
"Little brother, letâs talk this out, please donât be rash! If the Origin Qi explodes, the whole Palatial Void will collapse, and then it would be a loss for me! Ahem, let me apologize, I was joking with you earlier. Iâm now just an eyeball, how could I possibly toy with women! To be honest, I âinvitedâ you here because I have a request. Wouldnât dare to touch your woman and offend you, sheâs with me, healing and jumping around lively, unharmed. If you donât believe me, Iâll have her say a few words... Little sister, say something fast, donât let your husband detonate the Origin Qi..."
"...Iâm not a little sister...and heâs not my husband..." Miaoyan Immortal Honorific said with shame and annoyance. Her voice came from the end of the void, sounding full of energy, seemingly much less injured than before...
"Little brother, please put away the Origin Qi, extinguish the ancestral blood flames, donât accidentally go overboard and truly ignite the blood, that would be a great loss for you... seven drops of ancestral blood, once used, wonât be easy to refine again. Though the Moluo ancestral blood isnât strong and not worth mentioning, the Fu Li ancestor blood is precious, burning it would truly be a waste..."
The eyeball monster chuckled dryly twice, a gray light flashed, and it appeared in front of Ning Fan, accompanied by Miaoyan.
Miaoyan, at this moment, was confined within an iron cage. Who knows what kind of magical treasure that cage was, but creatures inside received quite good healing...
"Daoist Zhao...are you alright..." Miaoyan felt relieved seeing Ning Fan unharmed. Caught in the cage, she felt a bit awkward.
Seeing Miaoyan locked in the iron cage made Ning Fanâs gaze grow cold.
The eyeball monster let out a few more awkward chuckles, explaining, "Donât misunderstand, Daoist friend, this iron cage is an innate healing magical treasure. Though it looks vulgar, its effects are excellent..."
Such an unremarkable shabby cage turned out to be an innate magical treasure...
Yet placing someone in a cage for healing, what was this...
"Little brother, see, your woman is perfectly fine, not a hair missing. Hehe, can we now discuss some serious matters? To be honest, elder brother is in a difficult situation and needs little brotherâs help..."
"Let my friend out first, then we can discuss other matters," Ning Fan said with a frown. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)