Chapter 81

In the City Lord's Mansion of the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City.

"Even if she was the Sword Master, that was a hundred years ago."

Inside the main hall, Ning Jiao, dressed in a magnificent cloud-patterned robe, stood beside Qi Baiya. A fleeting look of annoyance crossed her eyes as she glanced at the elders and stewards on the periphery, but she quickly concealed it. When she spoke softly, her voice was full of seduction.

"Let alone the fact that her spiritual bones are incomplete now, even when her spiritual bones were complete, wasn't she trapped in the vast secret realm of the Great Wilderness Mountain? You are all now the cream of the crop in the cultivation world, and you might as well fight back with all your might. What's more, your husbands are here with us. If we join forces, we can definitely trap her for a while."

A younger, somewhat naive manager, following Ning Jiao's words, became a little smug and couldn't help but ask, "Just trap them?"

The young cultivator had never witnessed the power of the Bright Moon Sword Master in the past, nor had he been present during the previous trials. He simply thought that the fear these people had now was nothing more than hearsay and boasting that favored the past over the present.

He's so young and already at the late stage of the Golden Core realm. Aren't there often records in the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion of geniuses killing people beyond their level? Maybe he can do it too?

Killing is too difficult, but even the ambitious Golden Core steward who was supporting her asked, "According to what you said, is it possible to go further?"

Ning Jiao saw right through his thoughts at a glance.

What kind of thing dares to dream of fighting Sheng Ningyu?

Ning Jiao was extremely annoyed, but she covered her mouth and smiled softly, leaning against Qi Baiya.

"Madam, please be careful what you say!"

An elder watched coldly for a long time, and finally couldn't help but step forward to interrupt.

He bowed to Qi Baiya, who was seated with his eyes half-closed, and then slapped the Golden Core steward who had spoken earlier: "Kneel down!"

This palm strike generated a howling wind, and it used all its strength.

The elder suddenly attacked. His spiritual power was profound, and the Golden Core steward was caught off guard and was directly shoved to the ground with a palm strike.

Having lost face in front of everyone, the Golden Core Steward disregarded his usual caution and asked angrily, "Why did the Elder suddenly make a move?"

The elder sneered, "You can't even withstand one of my palm strikes, yet you dare to presume to dishonor the Sword Master's might?"

"Boy, even if you were born a little later, you should know about how the Sword Master turned the tide in the Thousand Mountains Trial a few days ago and chased down the former head of the Chu family over a thousand miles, right?"

Only then did the Golden Elixir Steward realize something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

He got up, ignoring the pain in his body, and secretly glanced around at his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

His former companions held their breath, bowed their heads in silence, and none of them dared to make a sound.

Even his most arrogant and nemesis, who came from a distinguished family, remained silent at this moment.

The Golden Core cultivator then realized the danger, but being young and impetuous, he couldn't suppress his anger: "Elder is right. But our duty is to guard the City Lord's Mansion and protect the peace of the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City. If the Sword Venerable is so powerful, what if she attacks the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City one day? Are we really powerless to fight back?"

The elder closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled: "Boy, do you think my cultivation is comparable to yours?"

The Golden Core cultivator paused for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "I dare not compare."

"Heh." The elder sneered, "The Sword Master of yesteryear, a single gust of wind from his sword could crush five members of my sect, rendering them unable to rise again!"

What a terrifying talent!

Many sword cultivators have had their Dao hearts shattered and even despairing after witnessing the Sword Master's sword!

Even the elders once doubted life, sitting in the Bitter Bamboo Garden on a snowy night for seven days, unable to figure it out.

How could he be so overwhelmed by a naive young girl that he couldn't even get up?

"Alright, alright, Junior Brother Qin," his senior brother patted his shoulder, comforting him. "Look on the bright side, at least we're not from the Sword Pavilion, not her fellow disciples!"

Elder Qin suddenly understood!

yes!

Elder Qin once lamented, "No wonder her senior brother betrayed the sect."

The senior brother said thoughtfully, "It is said that her second senior brother also prefers vocal music."

The two exchanged a glance and instantly found the answer!

As the memories faded like a scroll being drawn back to life, Elder Qin came to his senses and looked at the dumbfounded steward below, sneering, "Do you know that the title of 'Sword Master' is absolutely not a compliment to Sheng Ningyu?"

The Golden Core cultivator paused, his face turning deathly pale as he finally understood.

Because of the title "Sword Master," people's expectations of her were unnecessarily high, directly comparing her to all the most powerful cultivators in the past records, which was the only way to barely comfort herself.

Is it really true? Even in the Sword Pavilion, in the past thousand years of records, has there ever been such a person of extraordinary talent?

Any cultivator with some background and experience can easily see through a matter.

The path that Sheng Ningyu is destined to take is one of ascension to godhood.

For her, the prestigious title of "Sword Master" was not a compliment, but rather a burden that bound her.

Such a person...

"Lord City Lord, in my humble opinion, our Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City is truly not suited to be enemies with the Sword Master!"

Seeing that the steward understood, Elder Qin stopped looking at him and turned to Qi Baiya at the head of the table.

An aged voice echoed in the hall.

This statement, though seemingly unrelated, was actually aimed directly at the person beside Qi Baiya!

Ning Jiao stopped laughing, let go of Qi Baiya's hand, and raised her head to ask, "Elder Qin, what is the meaning of this?"

Elder Qin replied without any politeness, "Madam understands."

Qi Baiya finally opened his eyes, coughed a few times, and let out a sigh.

He heard this plea for help, and only spoke at this moment, so all the cultivators understood his meaning.

He wanted to protect Ning Jiao, even though everyone knew that this junior sister of the Sword Sect had a long-standing feud with the Sword Master, and that she might even have been involved in the Chu family's affairs.

"My husband, please take care of yourself."

Unexpectedly, Ning Jiao interrupted Qi Baiya this time.

Qi Baiya gave her a deep look, but Ning Jiao did not respond.

She stroked Qi Baiya's back to help him catch his breath, then lifted her skirt and slowly walked down from the high seat to Elder Qin.

"Does Elder Qin think that Sword Master is someone who cannot distinguish right from wrong?"

Without hesitation, Elder Qin replied decisively, "Of course not."

If the Sword Master of Bright Moon truly couldn't distinguish right from wrong, there would probably already be rivers of blood flowing.

Ning Jiao then asked, "Does Elder Qin think that the Sword Master is a person who doesn't cherish old friendships?"

Elder Qin shook his head, recalling how the Sword Master had taken such good care of the Yuan family's young master during the Thousand Mountains Trial: "No."

Ning Jiao smiled and sighed softly, "So, our Sword Master is a good person."

As for good people, you should naturally use the same methods you use to deal with good people.

Old friends and sentiments remain, the admonitions of teachers and elders are unforgettable, and the people of the world entrust us with our mission.

All of these could be ways to bind Sheng Ningyu.

Ning Jiao continued asking questions, but stopped looking at the people in the hall.

She walked to the palace gate on her own, looked up, and her gaze fell on the first ray of moonlight outside the Xuandu Palace.

Ning Jiao took another step outward, raised her hand, but couldn't grasp anything.

Seeing her sleepwalking-like behavior, Elder Qin frowned: "Madam..."

"There's no need for you to worry," Ning Jiao chuckled.

She lowered her hand, turned around, and her purple dress bloomed like flower petals, blending harmoniously with the moonlight.

Just like under the hazy moonlight, what is wrapped in the gorgeous robes is nothing more than a sliver of bright moonlight.

"My surname is Ning."

Ning Jiao said, "I was young before and was deceived. As for my fault..." Ning Jiao raised her eyes and looked at Qi Baiya pitifully, "Even the Sword Master Mingyue spared Chu Jiye's life, let alone me?"

Qi Baiya coughed a few more times, but neither agreed nor denied. He simply sighed and said, "Madam, there's no need for that."

He looked around and then at the elders.

"Although I am ill, my sword is still intact."

The group exchanged glances, their expressions softening slightly. However, at that very moment, an urgent report came from outside!

"Patriarch Chu is dead!"

"A hundred miles away, a barrier of puppets is engulfing the Netherworld Flames! The flames are raging and spreading rapidly!"

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Author's Note: The Ning Jiao instance in the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps is coming soon! [Sunglasses][Sunglasses][Sunglasses]