Chapter 133 Heads Fall
Ni Shaorong snorted coldly, snatched it away, opened it and looked at it, his expression changing from anger to joy.
Master Ye’s worn-out shoes, worn-out clothes, and the tissues he used to wipe his mouth, ah, it was the nostalgic scent of Master Ye when he stepped on her face.
Sang Hua said timidly, "Money."
Ni Shaorong paid the bill readily.
Before Sang Hua left, Ni Shaorong gave her the Fengqiuhuang Sword that he had obtained from Xiao Chujing.
"To Master Ye."
For the first time ever, a trace of embarrassment appeared on the evil woman's face.
"Tell her that I am in Li Country, waiting for her to form a couple sword with me."
Ni Shaorong watched Sang Hua disappear from view and told his attendants in a dull tone, "Let's go."
The guard with the highest level of cultivation in the team suddenly shouted alertly: "Who?"
Everyone drew their swords and protected Ni Shaorong in the middle.
A silver line broke through the air.
In a moment, everyone's neck, including Ni Shaorong, was cut with a bloody line. Their bodies were still standing, but their heads had already fallen to the ground.
Looking carefully, there was a very faint shadow on the ground, like a ghost holding a severed head, crawling from a grave not far away to the pile of fresh dead bodies.
The shadow crawled to Ni Shaorong's body. It was a thin piece, like a paper man standing up from the ground. The image gradually became clear. It was a very heroic female soul, dressed as a military general.
She first picked up Ni Shaorong's head, whose eyes were still open, and put her hand on her head to read her memory.
She saw many scenes and commented disdainfully:
"You are a noble person, but you are really stupid. You only think about men... uh, women."
He frowned in confusion.
"Why do some people like to be stepped on in the face so much..."
"Well, lend me your identity for a while."
"Lord Jing Zhui, I will not be here soon."
The shadow put Ni Shaorong's head and torso together and got into Ni Shaorong's eyebrows.
Ni Shaorong's body stood still.
She opened her mouth and let out a strange whistle.
In an instant, the headless dead on the ground seemed to come alive, picked up their heads and placed them on their bodies. Everyone seemed to have lost their memory, forgetting that they had just been killed and turning a blind eye to the bloodstains on the ground.
Ni Shaorong's eyes regained their spirit. When she saw the package containing Master Ye's belongings fall to the ground, she was so angry that she slapped everyone around her: "A bunch of useless slaves."
She sat on the sedan chair with her package in her arms, and suddenly an idea struck her: "Let's change the route to the Demon Realm. There's an unparalleled inheritance waiting for me to inherit."
She had no doubt about her decision, and her subordinates took her orders for granted. With fanatical expressions, the group ran towards the demon world.
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Ye Xiaoman has been living a very conventional life recently.
Maybe it's the feeling of relaxation after making a big profit.
She respected her teachers, was courteous to her fellow disciples, practiced diligently, and was also very attentive to Sikong Qing and Xiao Chujing, coaxing them to live in peace.
The herbal shop opened and business was booming.
After she settled down, she wandered around the inner gate and realized that her living standard had made a qualitative leap compared to when she was in the outer gate.
She now follows Xiao Chujing and lives in the blessed land where the Immortal Lord Wusheng practices. She occupies a mountain with rich spiritual energy, overlooking the lake, with flowers and plants growing in the forest, and many rare birds and beasts.
Compared to the original cave, it is the difference between a dilapidated house and a large villa by the sea.
The immortal palace where she lived was decorated with carved dragons and painted pillars, with a lotus pond in front and a hot spring villa in the back. Thousand-year-old fish pearls were used as lighting tools, and she slept on a purple crystal jade bed that helped her concentrate.
Needless to say, all these high-end furniture were purchased with the help of Xiao Chujing. He used all his savings to help Ye Xiaoman open a shop, and gave all the treasures he got as an apprentice that were suitable for Ye Xiaoman to use to Ye Xiaoman. The old ghost was so angry that he jumped around in the house every day.
Ye Xiaoman lived so well that her cheap master Li Jiumo came over to take a look. He wanted to persuade her to go back and live with him, but he was so shocked that he covered his face and ran away.
With the improvement of her living conditions, her daily life is not much different from that in the outer sect.
Since Li Jiumo was not doing anything, Ye Xiaoman found a way out on her own and went to live with her senior sisters and brothers. She became a transfer student in Danfeng of the inner sect. She still practiced with her senior sisters and brothers every day, and learned in depth how to take care of the spiritual garden.
She inherited the nameless sword, which caused quite a stir in the inner sect at first. Disciples from all the peaks came all the way to see her.
As I watched, I felt a little disappointed.
Ye Xiaoman is not good at swordsmanship, nor does she have any special talent in alchemy. She can just control flowers and plants, and she can do the tricks of embroidering pillows quite well.
But I heard that she is simple and honest, and practices diligently. Maybe she is a late-stage talent who improves through hard work.
The sect regularly holds inner sect competitions to select outstanding talents to participate in the Six Realms Competition. The winners are rewarded with generous training resources.
Those fellow disciples who regarded Ye Xiaoman as a competitor secretly breathed a sigh of relief after finding out her true strength.
"Among our inner sect opponents, only Xiao Chujing is worthy of a fight."
"In recent years, there have been very few rising stars in the world of cultivation, with the exception of Su Lingzhen from the Imperial Dynasty, whose recent performance has been very impressive."
"That Su Ling Zhenxian who established her foundation at the age of coming of age? Humph, she's a formidable opponent..."
"Nameless Sword is indeed old and blurry-eyed. He has recognized the wrong master."
The training in the world of immortal cultivation is all designed for single-attribute spiritual roots, and there are basically no systematic courses for the five spiritual roots. The elders can only stuff all the tutorials about gold, wood, water, fire and earth into Ye Xiaoman and let her watch and learn.
They also said they would help her recruit a teacher separately, but they haven't found a suitable one yet.
Ye Xiaoman encountered the first bottleneck in her spiritual practice.
Her spiritual roots are turbid and her cultivation speed is slow. Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing can help her improve her cultivation level by infusing her with magic power.
But things like boxing, swordsmanship, controlling fire to make elixirs, and other such "skills" can only be learned through personal talent and cannot be copied to her.
No matter how strong a person's internal strength is, if his swordsmanship is terrible, he can kill those who are weaker than him, but if he meets someone of the same level, he will suffer a loss.
In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong bully the weak, and once your weaknesses are discovered, you will easily become someone else's meal.
From this point of view, the world of cultivation is very fair. No matter how rich you are or how good your resources are, a second-generation rich man will eventually become a waste.
Xiao Chujing stood in the yard instructing Ye Xiaoman in practicing swordsmanship, while Sikong Qing sat at the table, watching with his chin in his hand. They both shook their heads at the same time.
When Ye Xiaoman encountered difficulties, the men immediately put aside their personal grudges and helped her with advice.
Sikong Qing said, "The key to swordsmanship is that one must have extremely strong internal strength. Generally, people like Xiao Chujing, who have pure gold spiritual roots, would choose to practice swordsmanship. You have five spiritual roots, and your aura is weak, so it is not recommended that you force yourself to practice swordsmanship."
Xiao Chujing also said, "You love flowers and plants, so you could have considered practicing wood magic. Unfortunately, wood magic requires a strong and continuous spiritual energy. Your sea of qi is divided into five parts, each acting independently, and you lack stamina."
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