Chapter 6

In just the time it took for one breath, Ning Hai's body withered, like a deflated ball, and he fell to the ground, light as a feather.

This was an extremely bizarre scene. Ning Hai's entire body had been drained of blood, leaving only a layer of withered yellow skin covering his bones, even his eyes had withered, like a mummy that had been left for several decades.

This scene frightened everyone present. Ning Han's body trembled uncontrollably, staring at Ning Xiaochuan as if he were a devil, his teeth chattering, making a "de de" sound, "Ning... Ning Binglao, you... you, you actually cultivated demonic arts."

Another servant was also terrified, his legs giving out, and he fell to the ground.

The sickly-looking Binglao, who had always been looked down upon, turned out to be such a terrifying figure, turning a person into a mummy with just one palm. This was demonic arts, this was definitely demonic arts!

Ning Xiaochuan also stared at his palm, which originally had a few drops of blood, but now those drops had flowed into his pores and disappeared.

With a slight effort, the blood in his body began to surge wildly, and a layer of pale red light an inch thick emerged from his palm.

This was the fourth level of Profound Qi, where the Profound Qi could be released externally!

Absorbing the blood and qi of that servant had allowed him to directly break through to the next level!

"Is this the Northern Sea Divine Art? Or the Star Absorption Technique?" Ning Xiaochuan was also shocked, not understanding what had just happened to his body.

The blood and qi in Ning Xiaochuan's body surged wildly, making him feel full of strength. He stared at Ning Han, "I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?"

Ning Han wanted to curse, damn it, it was you who killed someone!

He forcibly suppressed his fear, gritting his teeth, and said, "Ning Binglao, don't think that just because you cultivated demonic arts, I, this young master, am afraid of you. You... you, go and kill him!"

"He... he cultivated demonic arts, Young Master Han, let's run!" The servant was already terrified by Ning Xiaochuan, having never seen such a terrifying death.

"What are you afraid of? He's only at the fourth level of Profound Qi. If you kill him, I'll reward you with ten thousand coins. If you don't go, I'll kill you right now."

Under Ning Han's threat, the other servant, despite his fear, still attacked Ning Xiaochuan, "Ning Binglao, I'll fight you to the death. Either you die, or I die!"

This servant was also at the fourth level of Profound Qi. He stomped on the grass, moving as fast as the wind, and a layer of red Profound Qi emerged from his palm.

Ning Xiaochuan did not dare to be careless. His gaze was serious, his legs moved sideways, his waist sank, and he stood in a stable horse stance, like a martial arts grandmaster, almost saying, "Wing Chun, Ip Man!"

What a masterful demeanor!

"Bang bang!"

After reaching the fourth level of Profound Qi, Ning Xiaochuan's eyesight and hearing had greatly improved, and his reaction speed was incredibly quick. He fought the servant for seven or eight rounds, and finally grabbed the servant's wrist.

"Clang!"

At this moment, the small sword in his heart rang again, and a blood-red stream of energy rushed to his palm, sucking the servant's wrist.

The servant's face began to contort, and he screamed in terror, "Help... me! Save me..."

Ning Xiaochuan wanted to let go, but his hand seemed to be stuck to the servant's, and he couldn't let go.

In an instant, the servant's blood was completely drained, turning him into a mummy, and he fell to the ground, light as a feather.

Ning Xiaochuan felt his blood and qi elevate, like a river surging in his veins. The amount of martial arts Profound Qi increased significantly, though he had not yet broken through to the fifth level of Profound Qi, he was much stronger than before.

"Demonic arts... demonic arts... definitely demonic arts!"

Ning Han was thoroughly frightened by Ning Xiaochuan. Seeing Ning Xiaochuan in a daze, he immediately fled, "Ning Binglao has been hiding his martial arts cultivation all along. I must go back and tell my father this shocking news."

By the time Ning Xiaochuan reacted, Ning Han had already fled dozens of meters away, and it was too late to catch him.

"Roar!"

A roar echoed from the river.

Suddenly, white snowflakes fell from the sky, and the air became colder.

In such hot weather, how could it suddenly snow?

On the river, a wave of water rose, forming a raging dragon. Water droplets condensed into dozens of ice swords, flying like a rain of swords.

A scream!

Dozens of meters away, Ning Han was pierced by the ice swords, creating dozens of bloody holes, and he fell to the ground, silent.

Ning Xiaochuan was shocked by the scene before him. Snow in June, water turning to ice, and killing with swords—this was the kind of technique that only a sword immortal could possess!

The waves on the river calmed.

A woman in white stood on the water, the river beneath her feet forming the shape of a qilin, with water patterns like scales.

The woman's face was veiled, her hair like a waterfall, her skin as white as snow, and only her black, lively eyes were visible. Any man who saw those eyes would never forget them.

She stood in the center of the water like a celestial maiden, surrounded by frost, and the snowflakes in the sky had condensed due to her sword technique.

This technique was called the "Qilin Snow Sword."

When the sword technique was unleashed, snow fell from the sky.

"You... you killed someone!" Ning Xiaochuan stared at the woman on the water, never having seen such a beautiful woman, like a white lotus standing on the water.

The veiled woman's voice was beautiful, like clear water dripping on stone, "Didn't you also kill someone?"

"I..." Ning Xiaochuan looked at his palm and finally nodded.

Ning Xiaochuan had seen many dead people, perhaps ten times more than the veiled woman, so he did not feel fear after killing, only deep confusion.

Turning a person into a mummy with one palm was too bizarre, hard to accept. Could it be because of the demonic sword in his heart?

The veiled woman laughed, "Who would have thought that the sickly Binglao of the Sword Pavilion would be a disciple of the Blood-Sucking Demon Sect? Unfortunately, his cultivation is still too low, far behind the first-rate expert of the fourth generation of the Sword Pavilion, Ning Xiaojian."

Because Ning Hai died in such a strange way, the veiled woman mistakenly thought Ning Xiaochuan had cultivated evil arts and considered him a disciple of the Demon Sect. This was why she saved Ning Xiaochuan's life; otherwise, she would have killed him to silence him.

"Yu Yan, let's go."

The veiled woman pointed to the shore, and a white Profound Qi emerged from her fingertip, forming a white spiritual chain dozens of meters long, as thick as a bowl, like a steel dragon, wrapping around Yu Yan and then stepping on the waves, quickly disappearing on the water.

Yu Yan's eyes stared at the shore, the young man on the shore becoming more and more distant, finally disappearing from her sight.

The veiled woman said, "The people of the Demon Sect are ruthless, often sacrificing living people and drinking blood from cauldrons. It's best not to get too close to him in the future."

"I will remember your advice, Miss." Yu Yan's eyes looked back at the shore, but all she saw was a mist, nothing else.

...

"Martial arts Profound Qi can be used like this!" Ning Xiaochuan had just seen the veiled woman condense Profound Qi into a chain, controlling it perfectly. This was a true master! He was greatly enlightened!

This was the most powerful person Ning Xiaochuan had seen so far.

Since the veiled woman knew Yu Yan and came to save her, could the veiled woman also be from the Jade View Tower?

While Ning Xiaochuan was thinking, a strong smell of blood hit his nose. He looked at the three bodies on the ground, two of which he had killed. This was his first time killing, and he was naturally very nervous.

But his mental strength was strong, and he suppressed these negative emotions.

"Leave here first!"

Ning Xiaochuan immediately left the riverbank, drove the blue deer carriage back to the inner city, returned the carriage to the Xiyuan Chamber of Commerce, and then came to a shop selling spirit root herbs.

Ning Xiaochuan had completely calmed down from the tension of killing. If he hadn't killed them, he would have been killed. Even in a world of the strong preying on the weak, he had to be the one who preyed, not the one being preyed upon.

Today's events made Ning Xiaochuan more determined to cultivate martial arts. If his strength was not enough, he might be the one lying dead by the river.

After understanding this, Ning Xiaochuan's mood became relaxed and natural again, and he walked into the shop.

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