Methods that harm both oneself and others are things Ji Xiaoxiao has little experience with. Techniques like the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder are completely foreign to her, something a country bumpkin like her would never have heard of or seen. The fact that she can now unleash the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder is entirely thanks to the Ghost King's selfless dedication.
Without the Ghost King's instruction, how could Ji Xiaoxiao have learned such techniques!
"Good job." Ji Xiaoxiao silently gave the Ghost King a thumbs up in her heart.
The Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder consists of nine strikes in total. The first strike has one strike, the second has four, the third has nine, and the ninth has eighty-one. Moreover, the power and destructive force of each strike increases exponentially. Even if a man can withstand the first few strikes, he will surely be reduced to ashes by the subsequent bombardment.
Ji Xiaoxiao stood in mid-air within a safe zone, her bright eyes fixed on the man. When the first thunderbolt struck the man, his aura surged forth, his face expressionless, calm and composed, as he raised his sword to the sky.
He stood upright, his right hand slightly bent, and swung his sword down, forcefully intercepting the thunderous force.
Sword energy and thunderclaps collided and struck each other, creating an overwhelming shockwave that pulverized the surrounding rocks and trees, turning them into dust.
Ji Xiaoxiao quickly turned and fled, narrowly escaping death. Patting her chest, she breathed a sigh of relief, but also vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
"Mother, what's wrong?" Hu Zi rushed to Ji Xiaoxiao's side and asked anxiously.
There are gains and losses in everything. The greater the power of a secret technique, the greater the price to pay. Ji Xiaoxiao unleashed the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder, leaving her with almost no vital essence. Even if she fed on rare and precious herbs, it wouldn't save her life for much longer.
Knowing her days were numbered, Ji Xiaoxiao, while she still had some energy, clearly explained her cultivation insights to Hu Zi. A day later, the final bolt of the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder transformed into specks of light, like fireflies, and vanished into the world.
"Tiger, you remember everything?" Ji Xiaoxiao touched Tiger's cheek.
"Yes, Tiger remembers everything, Mother," Tiger said, his voice choked with emotion.
"You must not slack off in your cultivation from now on. Mother believes that you, Tiger, will definitely be able to ascend to immortality..."
Ji Xiaoxiao looked down and saw a jet-black sword pierce her heart.
"The Chen family killed my wife and children. I will make them pay with their blood." His voice was lifeless and cold as ice.
The man drew his sword, then turned and prepared to plunge it into Hu Zi's body again. Ji Xiaoxiao, with her last ounce of strength, used it to kill Hu Zi in an instant.
As Ji Xiaoxiao breathed her last, she realized that the man must have been the original owner's husband, Bai Huisi. But why did Bai Huisi believe that she and her child were dead? If he had just inquired a little, he should have found out that they were still alive and well!
Why? Why? Why?
While Ji Xiaoxiao was in a deep sleep, her mind was filled with countless "whys".
"Xiaobai, what's wrong?" Xiaoqing woke Ji Xiaoxiao up when she saw the fright on her face.
Ji Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and saw a woman who looked quite like Xiaoqing, around twenty-five or twenty-four years old. The woman was dressed in white, her hair styled in a simple yet ethereal updo, adorned with a jade hairpin. Her long, ink-black hair swayed gracefully with her movements, emitting a delicate fragrance.
"Xiao Bai, don't just stand there like an idiot. The Spirit Lord should be back soon, we need to prepare properly." Xiao Qing gently patted Ji Xiaoxiao's face, trying to wake Ji Xiaoxiao from her nightmare.
The small hand patting her cheek was soft and boneless, cool yet warm. Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped breathing, clutched her neck, and couldn't help but scream.
"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, what's wrong?" Xiao Qing was in a panic as her friend was in critical condition. "Quickly, someone come! Immortal Master Xiao Bai is in trouble! Go and fetch a doctor!"
Outside, chaos and noise reigned, creating an unruly atmosphere. Meanwhile, Ji Xiaoxiao, trapped in darkness, had begun unconsciously absorbing the original owner's memories.
Those in the cultivation world who reach the peak of Spirit Transformation and successfully pass the tribulation can ascend to the Spirit Cultivation Realm. The Spirit Cultivation Realm is not the traditional immortal realm, but rather a transit point and supply station. Its spiritual energy is incredibly rich, vastly different from that of the cultivation world, and truly beneficial to cultivators.
Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Lord ascended from the Realm of Cultivation to the Realm of Spirit Cultivation. Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and the Spirit Lord became the most powerful cultivator in the Realm of Spirit Cultivation, loved and feared by all.
Xiao Bai is a native of the cultivation world. He is exceptionally talented and has profound cultivation. At a young age, he is already one of the most important figures in the cultivation world.
Beauty, cultivation, status, and position—Xiao Bai possesses none of these qualities, yet like countless other female cultivators, she deeply admires and cherishes the astonishingly handsome Spirit Venerable.
As the saying goes, those near the water get the moon first. In the Spirit Lord's residence—the Spirit Lord's Palace—there lived a woman named Tianxue. Tianxue was stubborn and constantly clashed with the Spirit Lord. Despite their many disagreements, the Spirit Lord unexpectedly fell in love with Tianxue, who possessed no outstanding qualities.
To put it bluntly, it's like a turtle eyeing a green bean—they've hit it off.
Born into a noble family of cultivators, Xiao Bai was devoted to the Dao and focused solely on cultivation before the appearance of the Spirit Lord. Now that her father has found the one he loves, Xiao Bai will not stoop to any underhanded means to steal him away.
Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men? Xiao Bai raised his arm and shouted, "As many as you want, we'll have them!" With a slight regret, Xiao Bai still put down the Spirit Lord.
What's yours will be yours. What's not yours, you can't force.
Xiao Bai, with a broad mind, resumed his former life and went into seclusion to cultivate. Three hundred years later, Xiao Bai successfully broke through to the Mahayana stage.
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