Chapter: Chapter 296
Chapter 296: You Really Deserve to Die!
Nether Prison.
The gale was extremely fast, moving as if it knew the way, breaking through numerous obstacles, and carrying the young girl’s body down into the ground.
During this time, Mu Sanniang tried to communicate with the ‘Master’ residing within the blade of her sword.
But it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.
Her white skirt fluttered, and just as she was about to hit the ground, the gale suddenly softened.
The young girl held her breath, her body leaped, and she landed steadily on the ground.
Strange…
This gale that came out of nowhere seemed to have no intention of harming her.
Coupled with the fleeting glance when she fell into the abyss, Mu Sanniang felt even more confused.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the one who pushed her should be Feng Xiang Song, the second disciple of Shang Xuan Peak, whom her brother had mentioned before.
But why would he do that?
Even though they weren’t both Shang Xuan Peak disciples, they came from the same sect.
She couldn’t fathom his motive at all.
However, with things as they were, Mu Sanniang had no choice but to suppress her numerous doubts and survey her surroundings.
Beneath her feet was a bluestone passageway, presumably artificially dug. Faint flames floated in the air on both sides, slightly illuminating the road ahead.
Mu Sanniang looked up, and at the end of the passageway, the darkness was as thick as ever.
She didn’t rush to move. Instead, she took out her life tablet and tried again.
But the teleportation formation within remained motionless, as if it were completely damaged.
The young girl had no choice but to shift her gaze forward, towards the end of the road.
Because behind her was a solid, impenetrable rock wall, with no room for retreat.
And above her head was a silent blackness.
Based on the speed and duration of the gale that brought her here, it was impossible for her to fly back up on her own.
Therefore, at this moment, the passageway seemed to be the only path forward.
The young girl lowered her eyes, her expression calm.
She tried calling out “Master” a few more times, but there was still no response.
What should she do?
Should she continue forward along the passageway?
Mu Sanniang was somewhat undecided.
After a moment, she didn’t choose to rush forward recklessly. Instead, she sat down on the spot and began to meditate.
Since the place she was in was not yet dangerous, she might as well replenish her spirit first.
Moreover, she had confidence in waiting for another reason.
That was, she believed in her brother, and that her absence would surely alert the young man.
No matter how dangerous the Nether Prison was, it was still part of the Tai Xuan Sect’s territory.
As long as someone reported the matter to the sect elders, she would eventually be saved.
Just as Mu Sanniang was thinking this, a violent coughing sound suddenly echoed from above her.
Her gaze sharpened, and the small knife in her hand appeared, putting her in a fighting stance.
A figure plummeted rapidly from the sky, just as Mu Sanniang had initially.
The arrival was none other than Feng Xiang Song.
He was disheveled, his face mostly obscured, revealing a jaw with pale, almost bluish skin.
The man was hunched over as usual, but he now held a long sword in his hand.
The long sword was not unusual; Mu Sanniang was familiar with it.
It was just a common sword among the Inner Sect disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect.
The man looked up, and Mu Sanniang could finally see his eyes.
Immediately, the young girl’s pupils contracted sharply.
Because the man’s eyes were nothing but empty sockets. His eyeballs were gone, leaving only a deep, hollow emptiness.
Was this a person or a ghost?
Mu Sanniang frowned deeply, remaining silent. She leaned against the rock wall, her expression vigilant.
A ghastly smile slowly spread across the man’s pale lips.
His mouth was shut, but his voice appeared out of thin air in Mu Sanniang’s ears.
“My Lord…”
“I have been waiting here for a long time.”
The man’s speech was very slow, his voice extremely hoarse.
It was like a broken accordion, with air leaking from all over his throat.
Hearing this, Mu Sanniang’s expression remained unchanged, but she secretly tightened her grip on the small knife in her hand.
My Lord?
This inexplicable title made her doubts grow even stronger.
After a moment, as if confirming something, she finally spoke.
Mu Sanniang stared at the ghastly figure before her and asked, “You’re not Feng Xiang Song. Who exactly are you?”
The man did not answer but slowly raised his arm.
The tip of the long sword pointed at the young girl’s brow.
He continued to speak in that slow, broken-sounding voice.
“Come, my Lord, kill me.”
Golden flames suddenly appeared in the man’s deep, hollow eyes.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the golden glow was not flames but a golden蛊 worm the size of a fingernail.
The next moment, the man moved.
He swept his long sword through the air, unleashing a dark green sword energy.
The sword energy was powerful and righteous.
The terrifying spiritual energy of the peak Foundation Establishment realm erupted at this moment.
If any other Shang Xuan Peak disciples saw this, they would recognize it as the unique sword technique passed down in their lineage.
But since she concluded that he was not Feng Xiang Song, how could he know this sword technique?
Mu Sanniang had no answer to this question.
She simply lowered her gaze, activated the Yi Yuan Soul Devouring cultivation technique, and drew her sword to meet the attack.
Facing a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator with the cultivation of peak Qi Refining.
Especially one of the most offensive Shang Xuan Peak disciples, was undoubtedly unwise.
Or rather, such a battle seemed without suspense.
But the young girl had no retreat.
To survive, she had to do as the man said.
Kill him.
This was a struggle between life and death.
But for Mu Sanniang, it was also the situation she was best at.
Ever since she stepped onto the path of cultivation, hadn’t she always been outmatched?
Whether it was killing a demon king three realms above hers in the Outer Sect or tempering her will in the Nether Prison in the Inner Sect.
She had always faced enemies several times stronger than herself.
Now, it was the same.
The young girl’s slender figure erupted with unimaginable speed.
She lightly dodged the sword energy and was instantly in front of the man.
Then, with a slight turn of her wrist, she thrust out her small knife.
Mu Sanniang’s attack methods had always been concise.
No overly profound cultivation techniques, just a simple slash.
The small knife landed precisely, grazing the man’s neck.
But where the blade met his neck, it didn’t feel like flesh.
Instead, it felt like striking hard rock.
Mu Sanniang frowned, not greedy for more, and retreated after the strike.
However, she failed to notice that a蛊 worm the size of a fingernail had, through the brief exchange, quietly crawled into the blade of her small knife.
The sound of sword energy striking the rock wall echoed continuously in the quiet passageway.
Fortunately, with the reinforcement of the formation, the rock wall remained unmoved.
Another slash.
The young girl used the force to retreat in mid-air.
But no matter how agile she was, mistakes were bound to happen.
A corner of her white skirt was fiercely cut by the sword energy, raising a small drop of blood.
Mu Sanniang’s expression froze.
She lowered her head, looking at the damaged hem of her white skirt.
The young girl’s pupils began to be gradually consumed by crimson.
Her body trembled, and a terrifying demonic energy surged within her.
“You, you really deserve to die…”
Mu Sanniang whispered softly.
I’ve been a bit stuck recently, so the update will be later. Everyone get some rest early.
s: This part of the plot is just beginning, and I hope everyone will give Quan Quan some patience, and let me tell it slowly.
(End of this chapter)
