Chapter 91

Dong Ziqi saw through the critical point of the Ji Clan at a glance. He was right; Ji Ning was indeed the future pillar of the Ji Clan! Among this group of powerful figures in the Ji Clan... Ji Jiuhuo and Shadow Elder would rather die themselves than let Ji Ning die!

"Ji Jiuhuo, I advise you to hand over the Vassal Token obediently," Dong Ziqi frowned and shouted.

"Our Ji Clan is indeed weak, so we are willing to give up the Primordial Stone Vein without any hesitation. But you forcing us to hand over the Vassal Token... that's too much bullying! The Vassal Token is the foundation of our Ji Clan. How can we—?" Ji Jiuhuo's face changed as soon as he spoke, and he couldn't help but look down at the ground.

The ground was trembling slightly.

Among the five people standing at a distance, the man in gray clothes had a flash of sharp light in his eyes. His primordial energy had already surged into the ground. By the time the Purple府 cultivators of the Ji Clan sensed it, the spell had already been cast!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, green wooden vines sprouted from the ground, wildly swaying. The vines were covered in a dense green glow, and their thin branches intertwined like sturdy ropes. They sprouted around Ji Ning's feet and instantly wrapped him up!

Swiftly!

Without any warning!

"What?" Ji Jiuhuo, Shadow Elder, and the others all changed their expressions. In the blink of an eye, Ji Ning, who had been standing nearby, was surrounded and entangled by countless vines.

"Quickly save Ji Ning!" Shadow Elder shouted.

"Too late!" Dong Ziqi laughed from a distance.

Boom!

The countless huge vines that entangled Ji Ning suddenly pulled him into the ground. With a loud rumble, a large hole appeared on the surface. Ji Ning and the vines had already disappeared into the depths of the earth.

"You Snow Dragon Mountain actually..." Ji Jiuhuo's face was twisted with anger.

"Release my son." Ji Yichuan was also in a panic.

Everyone on the Ji Clan side wanted to save Ji Ning, but the sudden appearance of the vines, which entangled and dragged Ji Ning into the ground, left them at a loss for how to rescue him.

"Ha ha ha..." Dong Ziqi laughed wildly, turning to look at the man in gray clothes beside him, "Disciple Brother Mu Si, capture Ji Ning—" Dong Ziqi's expression suddenly changed because he noticed his disciple brother was sweating, clearly exerting all his strength.

"Ji Ning is breaking my spell..." The man in gray clothes' eyes were red, pouring all his primordial energy into the spell.

...

Underground.

Hundreds of green wooden vines, grown from a single seed, were tightly entangling Ji Ning. Inside the entangled vines, a water-fire lotus was enveloping Ji Ning, rotating and supporting the vines, constantly strangling them. The vines, in turn, kept growing.

"Cultivators have so many tricks. This move wasn't in the intelligence. I wonder who from the Yan Mountain branch of Snow Dragon Mountain cast it." Ji Ning was suddenly attacked, and it was too fast for him to break free before being dragged underground.

The space constrained by the vines was too small, making it impossible to use the Lesser Thousand Sword Formation.

Ji Ning immediately cast the water-fire lotus.

"Swish, swish, swish~" The water-fire lotus slowly rotated, crushing the tender branches that tried to bind Ji Ning like ropes. It had been nearly five years since his battle with Bo Zishan, and during this time, Ji Ning's understanding of the Dao had grown significantly.

If at the beginning, he had only grasped a thread of the true meaning of the Dao, later he continuously grasped more and more threads.

A large number of these threads, when condensed together, naturally became more substantial.

Especially in the Winged Snake Lake, and now, almost always in harmony with heaven and earth... his realm was already very high. This was also a phenomenon that appeared when cultivators reached extremely high realms, being able to harmonize with heaven and earth at any time and constantly comprehend the Dao. Naturally, he had grasped a lot of the true meaning of the Dao.

His realm had improved.

Now, the water-fire lotus he cast was much more powerful. The sheer strangling force would instantly tear apart even a perfected innate cultivator.

"Beimeng Sword." Ji Ning held a Beimeng Sword in each hand within the water-fire lotus.

"Longing! Silk Rain into Threads!"

Ji Ning whispered softly.

Whenever he used this move, he couldn't help but think of his mother. This move was born from his endless longing for her! The endless longing of the silk rain formed the threads... Over the past five years, among the many moves he had created, this was the strongest.

This move contained boundless, intense longing, derived from the *Drip Water Sutra* but far surpassing it.

"Swish—"

Ji Ning's two Beimeng Swords simultaneously slashed through the water-fire lotus, which dissipated like a bubble, offering no resistance. Ji Ning's swords, like his mother's touch, filled with boundless longing, drew a large amount of heaven and earth's power, converging on the two swords.

Even just seeing such sword techniques would make one feel heartache and endless longing.

"Chop, chop, chop~" A large number of vines were directly severed. Although they were still resilient, they were cut apart. Faced with Ji Ning's strongest close-combat move, even the Purple府 cultivator Mu Si's spell couldn't hold him. First, Ji Ning's sword technique far exceeded that of ordinary Purple府 cultivators, and even among the Ten Thousand Phenomena Immortals, many would fall short.

Second, Ji Ning's divine and demon body was extremely powerful, comparable to a Purple府 cultivator in the early stage of divine and demon body cultivation. This strength, combined with his formidable sword technique, made it extremely difficult for a spell to hold him.

The sword light danced, cutting through the struggling and twisting vines. Ji Ning followed the sword light, bursting through the soil and emerging from the ground.

...

"Boom!"

Just as the Ji Clan members were worriedly watching the hole left by the vines retracting into the ground, suddenly, the ground several dozen feet away exploded, and a sword light shot up. A young man in animal skins, holding two swords, with a water-fire lotus surrounding him, landed gracefully.

"How is this possible!" Dong Ziqi's face changed drastically. Others might not know his disciple brother's abilities, but he was very clear. Under his disciple brother's sudden attack, breaking free was extremely difficult. Even he would find it very challenging.

"Ji Ning broke free?" The burly man behind Dong Ziqi shouted, "How is this possible? I am a divine and demon body cultivator. Even when I was trapped by Senior Brother Mu Si, I couldn't break free."

Junior Brother Jusan was the newest Purple府 cultivator among the five.

He was only in the early stage of Purple府, but he was a divine and demon body cultivator! As a divine and demon body cultivator in the early stage of Purple府, his combat power was also astonishing. Others could hurt him, but he could kill them with a single strike! This was the advantage of a divine and demon body. If he were in the later stage of Purple府, even Dong Ziqi would call him Senior Brother.

"Broken free?"

"How old is he?"

"Senior Brother Mu Si's Eternal Green Vine Spell, just like that?" The green-haired couple also looked incredulous.

Among the five, Senior Brother Mu Si's status was second only to Dong Ziqi! His power was formidable, and his sudden attack, the 'Eternal Green Vine Spell,' had long earned the admiration of his fellow disciples. The binding force of the green vines was immense, and even a divine and demon body cultivator in the early stage of Purple府 couldn't break free.

Now, he had been broken free by the other side, at just sixteen years old! Even if he were a prodigy, it was too...

They didn't know that Ji Ning's strength was almost on par with their Junior Brother Jusan. In terms of sword technique and realm, he far exceeded Junior Brother Jusan!

...

"Ji Ning."

"Ji Ning." Ji Jiuhuo, Ji Liuzhen, Shadow Elder, and other Ji Clan members looked at Ji Ning with surprise and joy. At the same time, seeing the shocked expressions of the five Purple府 cultivators from Snow Dragon Mountain, they felt a sense of satisfaction. They were also amazed by Ji Ning's strength. Ji Jiuhuo's eyes narrowed, feeling even more incomprehensible about this young man.

The water-fire lotus around Ji Ning disappeared, and he walked over.

"Ji Ning!" A hoarse voice called out.

Ji Ning turned to look.

The man in gray clothes, standing beside Dong Ziqi, with a pale face, stared at Ji Ning intently: "You, what is the name of that sword technique?"

"Longing," Ji Ning said softly, "Silk Rain into Threads!"

"Silk Rain into Threads?" The man in gray clothes widened his eyes in disbelief, "The Silk Rain into Threads from your Ji Clan's *Drip Water Sutra* is this powerful?" He was also familiar with the nine swords of the *Drip Water Sutra*.

"There's a lot you don't know," Ji Ning snorted, without further explanation.

This move was derived from the *Drip Water Sutra* but was no longer the same as the past Silk Rain into Threads.