The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1111 - 606: The Human

The red silk, like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly raised up and rushed forward!

Ning Xiaoxian had fought several rounds with her before, and had an understanding of her divine skills. Now, without Jin Wuhuan interfering from the side, she had long set life and death aside, with her mind exceptionally clear. It was not until the red silk had almost reached her, nearly entwining her, that she calmly struck with her Tusk, accurately hitting the "vital point" of the red silk! Though it appeared soft, once it wrapped around an enemy, the owner could just conjure a thought to shatter them into a bloody mess. But against Ning Xiaoxian, it never had that chance.

Fairy Han Qiong’s weapon was supple and ethereal, like a snake. Yet, any snake has a vital point, and for this several-feet red silk, its vulnerability was the ever-changing flow control of energy; only someone like Ning Xiaoxian, diligently practicing the Insight Heart Method, could meticulously identify this single flaw. This piercing strike unexpectedly poked a small hole in the silk, causing the entire piece to droop onto the ground like a dead snake, devoid of any spiritual essence.

She had practiced the art of red silk for a hundred years, only for it to be broken like this? Fairy Han Qiong was momentarily stunned, incredulous, feeling a sense of despair and dejection wash over her.

In that moment of distraction, Ning Xiaoxian had already darted before Yu Yingnan, her gaze sweeping across the latter, who inexplicably felt a chilling fear, unable to help but wonder: "What is she trying to do!"

Before the thought completed its course, she suddenly felt a coolness on her right wrist, and heard Ning Xiaoxian’s soft, hoarse whisper by her ear: "I’m sorry!"

Following this, a heart-wrenching pain exploded from her right wrist. It was then she realized, the opponent had wielded a dagger and chopped off the Nanming Lihuo Sword along with her right hand!

Ning Xiaoxian bent slightly and securely caught the fallen right hand of Yu Yingnan, along with the Divine Sword.

More importantly, she felt no resistance whatsoever.

It seemed her earlier speculation was correct, as long as it was held in Yu Yingnan’s "hand," this Divine Sword was indeed somewhat... simplistic, to say.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword was finally hers. After enduring such hardships, putting half a life on the line, this Divine Sword was once again under her control.

Just as she was basking in sincere joy, she immediately felt her body drained, with a sense of not being able to stand. This was the prelude to her Primordial Spirit nearly burning out, she should quickly return—

She wasn’t able to return to the God Demon Prison.

Because just after she grasped the Nanming Lihuo Sword, a shadow silently appeared before her.

This was definitely not an illusion from excessive blood loss. This person indeed appeared out of thin air in front of her, with a face that looked very familiar, a round face, slightly thick lips, eyes that would squint with a smile. It was none other than Steward Wu, who had accompanied her daily within Bai Yujing these past few days.

He was smiling at her, also holding the weapon she had grown accustomed to seeing—the Dragon Piercing Halberd. Before her increasingly sluggish mind could comprehend why this heavy weapon weighing over fifty thousand kilograms was held single-handedly by such a small steward, he had already lifted the long spear to thrust at her.

She had seen a story in Huaxia: In a mountain monastery, a young monk asks an old monk: What did you do before Enlightenment? The old monk replies, "Chopping wood, cooking food, eating"; and after achieving the Dao? He answers: "Still chopping wood, cooking food, eating." The young monk was puzzled, what is the difference between achieving the Dao and not? The old monk replied: "Of course there’s a difference, previously I would think of cooking while chopping wood; now, I just think of chopping wood while chopping wood."

Since embarking on her westward journey, she had seen many people act, some ostentatious, some simple, some swift as thunder, some unpredictable and varied, some grand and righteous, and some insidiously vile. But no one had ever acted like Steward Wu, plain and unadorned, following the rules, yet achieving perfection in doing one thing, eating is just eating, sleeping is just sleeping, killing is just killing!

A thrust from the halberd is just a thrust from the halberd, straightforward and crisp, with undivided attention, seeming even bland as water, utterly inconsistent with the notorious murderous reputation of this Heavy Halberd. But as she watched wide-eyed, she found the speed of this long spear had already far surpassed the speed of her mental reaction.

Even before her subconscious could shift into the God Demon Prison, the spear tip had already pierced into her heart.