A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 101 - 97: Fairy Nishang (4k)_2

Almost there, just cross a few more mountains and valleys, and Bichao Mountain will be in sight!

At that moment, a flash of fire suddenly appeared up ahead, an eye-catching escape light suspended there, blocking the path right in front of them.

The three from Chaosheng Sect were secretly on guard and slightly slowed their pace. Upon getting a bit closer, they couldn’t help but stop.

Above the valley ahead, hovered a stunningly beautiful woman.

She radiated fire all around, a tight-fitting gold-red long dress wrapped around her curvy figure, surrounded by raging flames. Her high ponytail swayed in the breeze, casting streaks of fire, and her crimson-gold eyes were fixedly locked onto the three of them.

A Foundation Establishment Feather Scholar! And despite being in the same Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment, how can she have such strong spiritual pressure!

Zhang Shouchang was taken aback and tentatively moved a few feet to the side, yet the woman also shifted sideways, continuing to block their path.

He quickly clasped his hands in salute: "I am Zhang Shouchang, Sect Leader of Chaosheng Sect, returning to the mountain with two elders. Fellow Daoist, why do you block our way?"

The breathtaking woman licked her lips: "Finally, you’ve arrived. You’re too slow. One, two, three..."

Her slender fingers pointed at the three from Chaosheng Sect, and at the moment her gaze met his, Zhang Shouchang’s hair stood on end, as if seeing an ancient fierce beast baring its terrifying fangs.

"Only three?" A cruel smile appeared on her face. "Lu Qian is not being forthright, still telling lies."

Lu Qian? Upon hearing this name, Qian Ruyi suddenly reacted and shouted, "She’s from Yunshan Sect!"

With a loud bang, fire burst forth! A gold-red flame pierced through the night sky and instantly appeared in front of Qian Ruyi!

Guh Niqiang’s elegant hand was suddenly wrapped in crimson-gold fire, striking hard across Qian Ruyi’s cheek!

Boom! Flames shot out, and Qian Ruyi’s body, like a cannonball, was directly launched into the ground, crashing through countless trees.

"I’m here to kill you," Guh Niqiang floated in mid-air, her smile slowly growing larger, becoming increasingly hysterical, "Of course, I also hope you kill me."

In response to her were the angry shouts of Zhang Shouchang and Wan An.

Zhang Shouchang’s jade ruler shone brightly, its intricate patterns resembling flowers and birds, similar to a talisman and seal, transforming into mystic runes of light hovering in the air. He swung the jade ruler heavily, and with a flash of cyan light, the runes pressed onto Guh Niqiang’s body, transforming instantly into rings of light that fixed her limbs, neck, and waist firmly in the void.

This was his response to Guh Niqiang’s astounding escape speed, attempting to restrain her on the spot.

Meanwhile, the treasure umbrella atop Wan An’s head suddenly unfolded, swiftly rotating into Xun Wind. Instantly, a wind blade tornado formed, thousands of wind blades roaring straight toward Guh Niqiang.

As the attack neared, Guh Niqiang burst into laughter, her surrounding flames suddenly subsiding, merging into her skin, flowing beneath like bubbling magma, the scorching heat causing the surrounding air to become blistering hot.

Zhang Shouchang felt as if he stood before a furnace of molten iron, the terrifying heat shooting straight at him, prompting him to move sideways several steps to avoid.

Guh Niqiang’s eyes widened suddenly, a flash of fire passed through her gold-crimson eyes, and the tightly locked rings around her body seemed like iron thrown into magma, immediately glowing red and softening, then with exerted force, they exploded apart.

Golden Crow Grand Derivation True Technique first form, Flaming Flesh and Bones!

Seeing this, Zhang Shouchang was instantly dumbfounded. This woman actually broke his True Words Jade Lock using only physical strength without utilizing a spiritual artifact; such a method was truly unheard of.

Guh Niqiang broke free from the constraints, but not to flee. Facing the approaching wind blade tornado, she sneered contemptuously, her wrist lightly rotating several times before throwing a punch forward!

The moment the woman’s delicate fist collided with the several-feet-high wind blade tornado, roaring flames erupted like a tidal wave!

Flames boiled like waves!

The surging tide of flames consumed the wind blade tornado with devastating force, heading straight for Wan An.

Within Wan An’s dantian, the Dao pattern shuddered, his body flickered with escape light, narrowly evading the tide of flames, standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Shouchang. He caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell of charred hair, reached up to touch, and found his topknot singed by the flames, charred into a lump.

Their expressions suddenly turned grim.

This woman’s attacks, whether with fist or palm, resemble those of a martial cultivator, yet differ from those who focus solely on body cultivation, as if she infused mysterious magic techniques within her body, and every gesture brought forth blazing flames, the fire shocking.

Gu Nishang gave them no respite, let out a long howl, akin to a fire meteor suddenly flashing forward, her palm flipped, fingers clenched like a blade, striking heavily toward their heads, one left, one right.

So fast!

Only now did Zhang Shouchang comprehend the feeling Qian Ruyi had when faced with the attack earlier; his eyes barely reacted, and the terrifyingly hot palm had already slashed toward his head, instantly igniting his hair and facial hair.

With no way to avoid, caught between life and death, Zhang Shouchang clasped his hands together, the Dao pattern in his dantian trembled, spiritual power frantically infused around him, and suddenly, a small bell at his waist emitted a radiant light, shaking automatically.

Dang! A low, solemn bell toll echoed out, causing Gu Nishang’s hand to freeze suddenly before Zhang Shouchang’s forehead, allowing his body to blink and evade.

His Dao pattern is "Binding."

Moreover, as a sect leader, sect wealth falls under him, naturally allowing him to find the spiritual artifacts most suited to him. His two spiritual artifacts, one is the mid-tier Spirit-Locking Ruler, and the other is the high-tier Fixed Image Bell, both oriented toward trapping enemies, harmonizing perfectly with his Dao pattern.

Wan An only felt the astonishing heat approaching, his "Shifting Form" Dao pattern unable to be used again within three breaths. He shouted aloud, his yellow umbrella spinning rapidly, shielding his whole body, the floating clouds swirling, forming eighteen streams of clarity like smoke or mist, yet resilient and blocking Gu Nishang’s hand blade.

A piercing ripping sound arose, Gu Nishang’s palm seemed enveloped by golden-red magma, instantaneously slicing the eighteen streams of clarity in half, smashing heavily onto the umbrella surface.

A mass of flames exploded in the night sky, Wan An screamed miserably, his entire body directly knocked down, crashing into the valley below.

Spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, it was only then that he understood Gu Nishang’s attacks were incredibly strange, her moves devoid of transition, each strike a full-force explosion, truly unreceivable head-on.

Just then, a ten-zhang-long cold ice flying sword like lightning and thunder aimed straight for Gu Nishang’s neck! As the rolling cold tide engulfed, Gu Nishang felt the bone-chilling cold at her back, and couldn’t help but utter a light exclamation.

So that ice manipulator isn’t dead yet. A thought flashed across Gu Nishang’s mind, making her even more excited.

As she was about to turn her body, suddenly Zhang Shouchang shouted, holding up the Fixed Image Bell with one hand, slapping it heavily with the other, with a ring, sound waves passed, Gu Nishang’s body paused again.

Qian Ruyi gritted his teeth, the cold ice flying sword heavily cleaved onto Gu Nishang’s neck!

The cold tide intertwined with the flames, swelling mist rose abruptly, one spray of fresh blood scattered fiercely, igniting blossoms of sparks in the night sky.

"Die! My Cold Ice Dao Pattern just restrains you!" Qian Ruyi shouted angrily, able to emerge unscathed from that surprise attack by activating the Cyan Simurgh Jade Ring to protect himself at the dire moment.

Now, the Cyan Simurgh Jade Ring utterly vanished, causing him heartache.

Die! Die! He shouted in his heart, but suddenly felt the flying sword abruptly stiffen, unable to advance even half an inch.

"Restrain me? With this bit of ice?"

Gu Nishang’s scornful voice suddenly emerged from the mist. A spark flickered swiftly, expanding in the blink of an eye, transforming into a roaring fiery vortex!

With a soft pop, Qian Ruyi’s expression drastically changed, feeling a mountain-calling sea-summoning force seize his cold ice flying sword, unable to even struggle, as this huge force forcibly snatched the sword away!

As the flames compressed slowly, suddenly a violent cry echoed through the night sky, within the fiery vortex, emerged a giant phantom bird with ten-zhang wingspan, its white-gold plumes vivid, three legs, three talons.

Underneath the illusion, Gu Nishang stood tall, faint circles of feathers emerging on her face, her hands holding tightly onto the ceaselessly struggling cold ice flying sword.

The second layer of the Golden Crow Grand Derivation True Technique, Golden Crow Illusion!