Chapter 71

In the depths of the mountain, Muyu, who had bloodstains on his body, was tied to an iron pillar. Since the first day he arrived at this place that resembled a hell, he had already lost all hope. Now, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, still taunting: "Is that all you've got? Be more ruthless, my obedient son, did you not drink milk when you were little?"

Suddenly—

"The young master Ji Ning will soon come to join you! Hahaha..." The laughter echoed in.

"Ji Ning!" Muyu's body trembled, and he immediately screamed at the top of his lungs, "Young Master Ji Ning, run! There are cultivators here refining evil magical treasures!"

Next to Muyu, Ji Wuyu, who had small braids, had already drooped his head, exhausted. But he suddenly lifted his head and muttered, "Ji Ning? Ji Ning?"

"Ji Ning! Run! Get away!" Ji Wuyu also shouted desperately, his voice filled with urgency.

Although he had once wanted his father's lineage to succeed as the manor lord, after losing, he had accepted it wholeheartedly. Ji Ning was the next manor lord of the Western Manor of the Ji Clan! He had seen Ji Ning's talent with his own eyes. The Western Manor of the Ji Clan would become even stronger because of Ji Ning. He had already been captured and had his dantian destroyed, and he did not want the most promising genius of the Ji Clan, the next manor lord, to die here. This would be a disgrace to the Ji Clan!

"Run!" Ji Wuyu howled.

"Young Master Ji Ning, get away!" Ji Shan also shouted hoarsely.

They had been captured and often saw ghosts appearing and entering the underground. The discussions of the six elegantly dressed men and women beside them made them realize... what kind of evil den this was!

...

Black mist enveloped the surroundings, and anxious roars could be heard from a distance.

"Young Master Ji Ning, run! There are cultivators here refining evil magical treasures!"

"Young Master Ji Ning, get away."

"Run."

Although their voices were hoarse from torture, they were still recognizable due to familiarity.

"Refining evil magical treasures?" Ji Ning suppressed his anger, staring at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man laughed strangely, "The genius of the Ji Clan, the great Young Master Ji Ning... don't be anxious, don't be angry. They will all die, and so will you." He wanted Ji Ning to be consumed by rage, as extreme anger would make a person lose their calm, and without calm, he would have a greater chance of winning.

After years of fleeing, the black-robed man understood that no opponent should be underestimated, even if the young master Ji Ning was just a teenager.

"Die!" Ji Ning, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, charged at the black-robed man with an unstoppable momentum.

"Hmph, so uncalm, and still a genius? After all, you are too young." The black-robed man thought to himself, holding a black long dart in each hand, moving like a ghost to meet Ji Ning. The two black darts in his hands also stabbed at Ji Ning. As they approached—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

From the two black darts, black nails shot out, enveloping Ji Ning. Due to the close distance and the suddenness of the black nails, even with his excellent sword skills, Ji Ning found it difficult to block them all. Fortunately, the protective water and fire lotus around Ji Ning's body resisted the black nails, which barely penetrated one layer before falling to the ground. When the black nails hit the ground, they instantly made a hissing sound.

"All coated with potent poison." Ji Ning's North Dipper Sword angrily stabbed at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man's figure moved like a ghost, and the two black darts in his hands barely resisted, occasionally releasing black nails.

"Such a powerful Ji Ning." The black-robed man was secretly alarmed, "His protective lotus is too strong, even affecting my movements. Fortunately, my robe is a magical armor, otherwise, the protective lotus alone would have shredded my clothes."

"Pu!"

A sword light instantly pierced through the black-robed man's arm. The black-robed man immediately leaped back, his face gradually turning fierce: "Your protective lotus is truly mysterious, even my black blood nails can't penetrate it. It seems I must use brute force." The two black darts in his hands disappeared, and a six-sided black long staff appeared in his hand. At the same time, flames began to faintly surround his body, and a powerful aura spread out.

"Staff?" Ji Ning was secretly alarmed.

In their first exchange, he had discovered that the black-robed man's skill with the black darts was really weak, but his use of black blood nails was quite vicious. Now, with the long staff, Ji Ning understood... this was his true weapon of expertise.

"Staff is a long and heavy weapon." Ji Ning thought, "Most divine and demon body cultivators prefer heavy weapons, using brute force."

"Take this." The black-robed man transformed into a black shadow, his long staff raised high. In an instant, the staff grew larger and heavier, likely weighing several tens of thousands of pounds. It came crashing down on Ji Ning's head!

Ji Ning held the North Dipper Sword horizontally.

Clang!

A loud noise echoed, and Ji Ning was sent flying backward, leaving a deep trench on the ground. His hands were shaken to the point of cracking, and blood stained the sword hilt.

"Such great strength, far greater than mine. Although I am only at the fourth level of the Red Brightness Nine Heavens Chart, I can match the strength of a typical divine and demon body cultivator at the late innate stage. This black-robed man is even stronger, likely at the peak innate stage of divine and demon body cultivation." Ji Ning realized he had truly met his match.

Killing a divine and demon body cultivator at the innate stage was much more difficult.

"I want to see how many strikes you can take." The black-robed man's eyes glinted green, and he charged forward with the momentum of a dragon. As he approached Ji Ning, he thrust his long staff forward—straight to the heart!

"Staff is about strength! Sword is about skill!" Ji Ning shouted, and a pair of green wings appeared behind him, as if made of steel. These were the flying wing-type magical treasures he had discovered among the thousands of treasures in the water manor.

The "Wind Shadow Step" was just the foundation of the "Wind Wing Escape Technique." With the wings, this technique became even more powerful, like adding wings to a tiger.

Whoosh!

Ji Ning's wings flapped, and he moved like a great roc, swift and unpredictable, changing direction like a gust of wind. His North Dipper Sword repeatedly attacked the black-robed man.

"Yah! Yah! Yah!" The black-robed man was completely driven into a frenzy, his true essence driving the runes on the staff, increasing the gravitational force. The staff was like a small mountain, but fortunately, he was a peak innate divine and demon body cultivator, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to wield such a heavy weapon.

"Even if the staff is heavy, what use is it if it can't hit anyone? Die!" Ji Ning was also like a demon, the无形 pressure from the Purple Mansion cultivator and the suffering of the Ji Clan members who were imprisoned and tortured made his heart burn.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ji Ning, with the magical feather wings, moved like a ghost, faster than the black-robed man. His North Dipper Sword, refined through blood, was incredibly sharp, and his sword technique, containing the 'true meaning of the Dao,' was far superior in realm to the black-robed man.

"Pu!" A large hole appeared in his abdomen, but it quickly shrank and healed.

"Whoosh!" A large wound appeared on his back.

"Chirp." A scar appeared on his face.

"Yah! Yah! Yah!!!" The black-robed man was driven to the brink of madness. His virtually indestructible body and the staff technique that harmonized with heaven and earth made it easy to crush a late innate cultivator. He never expected to meet such a tough opponent. Although the other party was weaker in strength, he was also a divine and demon body cultivator, and his sword technique was clearly superior in realm!

Bang!

Ji Ning was sent flying by the staff, retreating after each strike. Although his hands often bled from the impact, they quickly healed. After all, his sword technique was more profound, and he only suffered minor setbacks, while the black-robed man was truly dancing on the edge of death. If Ji Ning pierced his vital points, he would be dead.

"Pu!" Using both swords, unpredictable and deadly, even the best can make a mistake.

Pu!

A sword light instantly sliced through the black-robed man's abdomen, creating a large wound. He fell to the ground, his body split in two.

"Powerful, very powerful." The black-robed man gritted his teeth, "But, you still die."

Whoosh.

As Ji Ning's wings flapped and his swords lunged at the black-robed man, a bottle appeared in one of his hands. He suddenly smashed it on the ground, and the bottle exploded, releasing a thick white mist. Ji Ning, seeing the situation, quickly retreated, but the faint fragrance had already entered his nose. Although he had already held his breath, the mist still infiltrated his body.

"Turn into a puddle of water!" The black-robed man gritted his teeth, staring at Ji Ning, his body quickly rejoining and healing.