Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng Chapter 95

Chapter 95

He gestured, and the Heaven-Reliant Sword floated beside him. Then he breathed out beams of light, and three spiritual swords—one gold, one green, one red—spun, shrinking to palm size, and landed before Ji Xiaofu.

Ning Changge used his spiritual consciousness to imbue the swords with a bit of his essence.

This was a technique he had learned from the sweeping monk’s Buddhist essence.

Ning Changge said calmly, “Keep these three spiritual swords well. If you encounter an unbeatable enemy, release them. They can slay anyone below the Land Immortal level.”

Ji Xiaofu’s eyes widened, her heart in turmoil. To slay anyone below the Land Immortal level! Such confidence! If anyone else said this, she would find it unbelievable, even suspicious.

But from Ning Changge, it felt like a simple statent of fact.

She didn’t know that Ning Changge was being modest. The Three Talents Sword Formation nested within itself had yet to reveal its full power.

Ji Xiaofu bowed excitedly: “Thank you, Little Immortal, for bestowing the swords!”

Ning Changge nodded slightly: “Go now.”

Ji Xiaofu respectfully bowed and left the Sutra Pavilion. Yu Lianzhou exchanged a glance with Ning Changge and also left. Once everyone was gone, the Sutra Pavilion returned to peace, and Ning Changge focused on the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

With joy and reflection, he thought, “When you seek sothing, it eludes you. When you forget it, it cos unexpectedly. The ways of the world are truly mysterious.”

“With the Heaven-Reliant Sword in hand, the water and earth spiritual swords can be completed!”

He smiled, considering Ji Xiaofu’s revenge. The gift of the swords was enough; the rest depended on her. Whether she succeeded depended on her abilities.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword was enough for Ning Changge to go this far. Expecting him to personally avenge Ji Xiaofu was impossible. Their relationship wasn’t that close; it was rely a fair transaction.

***

Ji Xiaofu left the Sutra Pavilion and bid farewell to Yu Lianzhou and the others. She bowed deeply: “Thank you, heroes, for introducing to the mountain. Xiaofu will rember your kindness!”

Yu Lianzhou sighed: “The Demon Sect acts ruthlessly. Think carefully about your actions, Miss Ji. The future is long, and whether you can avenge or not, keep hope alive. Life must look forward.”

He could vaguely see that Ji Xiaofu was ready to die. He feared that the day she avenged her sect would be the day she perished, so he advised her.

Wudang and Ei had so ties in the past, and they were acquaintances with Ji Xiaofu.

Ji Xiaofu nodded silently, thanked them, and descended the mountain. She looked back at the vast Tianzhu Peak, took a deep breath, and bowed toward the Sutra Pavilion.

She already had a plan for revenge. The Demon Sect always acted secretly. Even with the Little Immortal’s spiritual swords, finding them would be futile.

There was only one way. “Lure the snake out of its hole!”

If she couldn’t find the Demon Sect, she would make them co to her!

Ji Xiaofu’s eyes were resolute. She touched the three spiritual swords in her bosom and headed into the martial world with determination.

***

In the martial world, turmoil arose again. After Ei’s destruction and the Heaven-Reliant Sword’s disappearance, many searched for it. Recently, rumors began to spread.

A survivor from the Ei Sect was said to be alive. It was also rumored that the culprits behind Ei’s destruction were linked to the Great Sui Demon Sect!

Suddenly, news spread wildly across the Ming martial world.

“Have you heard? The surviving Ei disciple is Miejue Shitai’s direct disciple, Ji Xiaofu. They say the Heaven-Reliant Sword is with her!”

“Is that true?”

“Indeed, and I heard that three months ago, the culprits who destroyed Ei were the eight demon sects of the Great Sui!”

“Unbelievable! How dare the Great Sui Demon Sect act so brazenly in our Ming territory?”

“Hey! The martial world doesn’t care about such things. Tianjun Xi Ying and Demon Commander Zhao Deyan were involved. If you’re so indignant, why not go kill them? They say the Heaven-Reliant Sword can open Yang Gong’s treasure, which contains the legendary Evil Emperor’s relic… If soone absorbs it, they might beco a Land Immortal!”

“Uh…”

“Talking about it is useless. Ji Xiaofu hasn’t appeared. Who knows if the news is true? Maybe soone spread it to confuse people!”

“Your news is outdated. The latest is that Ji Xiaofu will return to Ei in a few days to honor the sect’s fallen souls. If the Heaven-Reliant Sword is with her…”

Hearing this, the martial world guests’ eyes turned strange. In the martial world, those seeking fa and fortune were the majority. So might genuinely want to help, but they were few. Most wanted to fish in troubled waters, hoping the Heaven-Reliant Sword would fall into their hands amid the chaos.

Such a treasure might not an much to Ning Changge, but to ordinary martial artists, it was highly attractive, enough to turn father against son, brother against brother!

Many thought the Great Sui Demon Sect would quietly go upon hearing this news. Ji Xiaofu alone couldn’t be their match. Once she died, the Heaven-Reliant Sword would be up for grabs!

For a ti, the martial world was filled with undercurrents. Many martial artists headed to Ei, turning it into a whirlpool of turmoil.

***

Ti passed. The news had fernted for so ti, drawing many eyes. The scene was no less grand than when heroes gathered at Wudang, given the allure of Yang Gong’s treasure behind the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

The legend of the Evil Emperor’s relic made hearts race. Even if the rumor was baseless, martial artists preferred to believe it existed.

Even Heaven-Man experts went to Ei, hoping to seize the Heaven-Reliant Sword. Many martial artists had gathered on Ei, but Ji Xiaofu had yet to appear, making everyone restless and suspicious of being deceived.

Hidden experts were uncertain.

On this day, a hundred days had passed since Ei’s destruction. If Ji Xiaofu truly wanted to return to Ei to honor her sect, the hundred-day morial was the most important day.

After today, she wouldn’t co again.

Countless martial artists felt a chill. That day, a strong wind suddenly swept over Mount Ei, dark clouds gathered, and the eerie wind howled, as if the souls of the dead were wailing.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a figure in white, as pure as snow, ascended the mountain. Ji Xiaofu had donned a clean white dress, her favorite attire, which accentuated her graceful figure like a fairy in the wind.

But when everyone saw her hideously scarred face, their hearts skipped a beat. A celestial body with a demonic face, indeed. Her calm, unruffled gaze only added to the unease.

Everyone watched as Ji Xiaofu stepped up to the mountain gate, unimpeded. The dead were honored, and today was the hundred-day morial for Ei’s disciples. Whatever business there was, it had to wait until Ji Xiaofu finished her tribute.

There was another reason. Ji Xiaofu wasn’t carrying a sword. The Heaven-Reliant Sword hadn’t appeared, so no one wanted to be the first to act.

Ji Xiaofu felt the probing, heated gazes and smirked. Martial artists were indeed profit-driven. A slight hint from her, and they sward like locusts.

She felt a wave of disgust. Such a martial world was utterly uninteresting. Ji Xiaofu was sure the Demon Sect mbers were also lurking.

She didn’t mind that they hadn’t appeared yet. They would act sooner or later. All her resentnt and hatred, her vengeance and pain, would be resolved today.

But for now, she just wanted to spend ti with her master, senior sisters, and junior sisters.

Ji Xiaofu, clad in white, knelt on the ground. She looked at the ruined, ashen mountain gate, her eyes filled with pain. On the day she fled for her life, there was no ti to collect the bodies. The Demon Sect’s fire had turned everything to ashes, leaving no trace.

She dug with her hands, oblivious to the blood staining them. She piled up a small mound of earth, which would be the grave for Ei’s people.

“Master, senior sisters, junior sisters, sect leader, everyone, I’m back.”

“I’m back to be with you.”

Ji Xiaofu’s voice was calm, but tears stread down her face, her trembling body betraying her inner grief.

She seed to see scenes from her past at Ei. Her master, Miejue Shitai, was a stern, unapproachable figure in the martial world, and equally serious with her disciples. But Ji Xiaofu felt the unspoken care behind the stern facade.

Her senior and junior sisters, with whom she practiced martial arts and gossiped about the martial world, their laughter still echoed in her ears.

But now, they were all gone, reduced to dust. Vanished like smoke.

She lit three yellow incense sticks, respectfully placing them before the grave, kneeling and bowing with closed eyes.

Everyone watched the white-clad girl with complex emotions. Losing one’s sect was a difficult pain to bear. The fact that she had endured and even returned to honor her sect in the face of the martial world’s scrutiny showed her imnse strength of character.

So righteous individuals couldn’t help but feel sympathy. Song Yuanqiao and others were among them. They knew the Heaven-Reliant Sword was already in their junior brother’s hands, but out of chivalry, they decided to co and see if they could help.

But most people kept their eyes on Ji Xiaofu, fearing she would flee in the next mont.

Ji Xiaofu rose, opened her eyes again, her grief hidden deep within, leaving only determination and resolve. She surveyed the many martial artists on Ei, her voice tinged with mockery: “The Heaven-Reliant Sword is with . If anyone wants it, co and take it!”

In an instant, the atmosphere beca tense.