All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 778 407: Su Bei Dared to Disturb the Xiashui Pass, Why Can't I Stir Up the North Zhi Mountain?_1

Ji Nanjue looked at the sword scar in the sky and let out a long sigh.

They say it's a troubled autumn, and in this world, who knows how many people will not live through this fall.

It was yet another period of chaos, and it was within such a time that the Ji family had established the foundations of the Eastern Country.

Although she did not know why Su Bei had struck that blow, judging by the direction of the sword, it should be near Xia Shui Pass.

King of Guarding the North...

She had not taken part in the strife for supremacy, but she knew that without the support of a Sect, one could never become the master of the world.

Today's Eastern Country once again treads the old paths of its ancestors, merely walking the same road they did in the past.

In the end, the world is nothing more than a furnace, but... the flame is not burning fiercely enough; it needs a bundle of firewood.

Let me be that bundle of firewood, to make this fire burn more fiercely.

Ji Nanjue turned around and spoke to Dan Wuque, "Since we have already been discovered, do you have the guts to come down the mountain with me?"

Dan Wuque was stunned for a moment. She gazed subconsciously down the mountain, seemingly understanding what Ji Nanjue intended to do, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Sister Nan Ji, be cautious!"

"Your identity must not be revealed at all costs, at least until we reach the Northern Border Pass..."

Ji Nanjue chuckled softly and replied, "That's why I need to borrow the identity of the Sword Sect for a moment."

"If Su Bei has the guts to cause trouble at Xia Shui Pass, why can't I stir things up at North Zhi Mountain?"

Dan Wuque was left speechless. Her astute vision allowed her to clearly see that the encampment at the base of the mountain was laden with countless cannons and heavy crossbows—weapons developed by the imperial court specifically targeting Cultivators.

Even a Distraction Stage Cultivator rushing in unprepared would likely be pierced through by an arrow.

The 'Ji' banners fluttered in the wind.

If it were only these sword-tipped arrows, it might have been manageable. However, there were also over a dozen Wilderness Cultivators of unknown strength. Though Dan Wuque had never interacted with Ji Tongzhi, she reckoned from his previous actions that this was an extremely cautious man. He would surely not rashly place himself in such a dangerous position. This meant that since Ji Tongzhi dared to set up camp at the base of North Zhi Mountain, he must have immense confidence. Was Ji Nanjue really going to charge in recklessly?

Seemingly seeing through Dan Wuque's thoughts, Ji Nanjue said with a faint smile, "Yes, just charge over like that."

"However, I'll need your longsword."

At that moment, at the foot of North Zhi Mountain, within Ji Tongzhi's campsite, besides several Dao Integration Cultivators, several Wilderness Cultivators were hidden. He personally oversaw the site, intending to directly cut off the supply line between Ji Beiwang and Ji Pingsheng from the inside.

Ji Tongzhi's leadership skills were not bad, and this time he brought over a hundred thousand troops, each order executed smoothly and systematically.

He, too, saw the sword scar above Xia Shui Pass. He frowned and muttered to himself,

Strange, why would someone from the Sword Sect be at Xia Shui Pass? Could it be that the Sword Sect can't sit still and wants to join the fray? Hasn't Wenren Pingxin always been at Northern Border Pass? Or could it be that old fellow Shangguan Wendao? Which side is the Sword Sect on? Could it be Ji Pingsheng? Impossible. The people of the Sword Sect have always held enmity towards the South Country, and Ji Pingsheng is nothing but a dog raised by the South Emperor. Could he have managed to enlist the Sword Sect? If they, with their formidable power, truly took Ji Pingsheng's side, it could well disrupt my own plans.

Just then, a Wilderness Cultivator entered his camp and whispered in Ji Tongzhi's ear, "Reporting to Your Majesty, two female Sword Cultivators are coming down from North Zhi Mountain. If I'm not mistaken, they should be at the Tribulation-Crossing Stage..."

Ji Tongzhi was momentarily stunned.

Tribulation-Crossing Stage Sword Cultivators?! Xia Shui Pass already has one Sword Cultivator at the Tribulation-Crossing Stage. The Sword Sect's Tribulation-Crossing Stage cultivators are just those few Supreme Elders... two at once? Wenren Pingxin is still at Northern Border Pass. Where did these two additional Tribulation-Crossing Stage Sword Cultivators pop up from? Could it be that the Sword Sect has lost its mind? Are they planning to go to war against both me and Ji Beiwang simultaneously? Are they here to assassinate me?

This Wilderness Cultivator said somewhat helplessly, "Your Majesty, the urgent matter now is that we still don't know the identities of the newcomers. Please, Your Majesty, step aside for a moment. A move from a Tribulation-Crossing Stage Sword Cultivator is truly not to be underestimated..."

Ji Tongzhi's expression remained unchanged as his thoughts deepened. He calmly ordered, "Mobilize all the army's cannons and heavy crossbows! Prepare to meet them with full force! Also, order all the Wilderness Cultivators who are out to return to camp immediately to prevent any unforeseen incidents."

After speaking, Ji Tongzhi muttered to himself again, Truly bold. Do they really think I am a scholar with no strength to truss a chicken?

Just as everything was arranged, in the sky above, a streak of Star Sword Qi swiftly flew past.

This beam of Sword Qi, a celestial rainbow, spanned the entire North Zhi Mountain. Behind it twinkled a myriad of stars, so distinctly visible they filled the entire sky, as if splitting the firmament in two.

"Release the arrows!!"

Following Ji Tongzhi's command, a skyful of arrows instantly filled the air. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the heavens as they shot straight for that elegant silhouette.

In an instant, Dan Wuque and Ji Nanjue's vision was filled with gleaming arrowheads. Each was imbued with Spiritual Energy, carrying the force equivalent to a full-strength blow from a Divinity Transformation Cultivator.

Many ants can bite an elephant to death; even Dao Integration Cultivators would find such an assault difficult to withstand.

But... the one who had come was Ji Nanjue.

This was the Eastern Emperor who achieved the Tribulation-Crossing Stage three hundred years ago.

Almost simultaneously, Ji Nanjue waved her slender hand. A burst of freezing aura transformed into a single thread, merging with Dan Wuque's Star Sword Qi to meet the rain of arrows.

This formidable volley of arrows was thus cleaved in two by that single sword strike!

After this one strike, the sword's momentum did not diminish, continuing straight for Ji Tongzhi's camp.

"Your Majesty, the attacker is Dan Wuque!"

BOOM—

A sword strike like a sky full of stars, its Sword Qi as majestic as a great river.

Amidst the thunderous roar, North Zhi Mountain was nearly torn in two by this Sword Qi, crumbling and collapsing as the earth gave way.

「Xia Shui Pass.」

On horseback, Dan Wulan, carrying the extremely weakened Su Bei, suddenly looked up towards North Zhi Mountain, her expression turning stern. "Star Sword Qi? Sister? Who is she battling with?"

"That direction is... North Zhi Mountain!?"

Su Bei hadn't lost consciousness, though his body ached with a stinging pain. He lifted his head, also gazing at that Sword Qi in the sky.

Unlike Dan Wulan, he clearly felt a familiar aura within that Star Sword Qi—an aura so intensely cold it resonated with the burning heat inside his own body.

An astonishing thought instantly emerged in his mind:

Could it be... Nan Ji?

She's awake?

Perhaps due to excessive agitation, his blood suddenly surged, and he completely lost consciousness, collapsing into Dan Wulan's soft, warm embrace.

By the time Su Bei regained consciousness, the sky had already darkened.

He looked around and found himself lying in a cave. He was covered with Dan Wulan's purple long dress, and the faint scent of peach blossoms reached his nose. With some difficulty, he turned his head to look.

A ray of moonlight shone down. From his angle, he could see dust motes dancing in the moonbeam. A slender silhouette sat on a stone with her back to him, in front of a crackling fire. Something was roasting over the flames, but it had been there for so long that it was charred black, completely unrecognizable.

Dan Wulan was also staring at that ray of moonlight, lost in thought.