Sheng Ning lay on the cold floor, her fingers pressed against the swordsman's longsword.
Perhaps because of her youthful appearance, even her words lacked credibility and made people laugh.
As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughter immediately erupted in the main hall.
The swordsman had a cold smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with disdain as he looked down at Sheng Ning.
"Can't afford to pay? How much is your life worth?"
Sheng Ning looked up and met his eyes. When she saw the mockery in his eyes, she let out a silent sigh.
"Senior Brother Wu, I'm sincerely advising you..."
Before she could even utter the word "you," the swordsman had already pressed his longsword against her neck.
Sheng Ning's eyes widened instantly. "No, no, no, this place is too sensitive. Senior Brother Wu, why don't you go somewhere else?"
Seeing that they had already fallen into such a predicament, Sheng Ning was still talking glibly, and the sword cultivator's face showed a look of shame and anger.
"Speak! What was your purpose in entering the Burning Heaven Palace with those two?"
"And you, what are you doing sneaking around like that, dog Chongchong, crawling underground?"
The sword cultivators were clearly unaware that Qiu Wenxuan had created a space underground specifically for imprisonment play.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked such a question.
Sheng Ning swallowed hard, his mind on edge, ready to summon the Peashooter at any moment to make his move.
Hearing the sword cultivator's doubt, she said, "If I said that I met them on the way, would Senior Brother Wu believe me?"
"Don't call me Senior Brother Wu!" the sword cultivator glared at her. "Do I look like an idiot?"
Sheng Ning made an "ah" sound, but her lips trembled for a long time before she could speak.
Her hesitant demeanor seemed to be an implicit agreement, which only fueled the sword cultivator's anger and embarrassment.
With his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly, the sword cultivator asked in a deep voice, "Where is the Palace Master? Where is the Palace Master of the Burning Heaven Palace?"
And you? What's your name?
Because Sheng Ning and the other two were introduced by the Palace Master as soon as they spoke, the disciples on duty at the door didn't even ask about their identities before letting them in.
If it weren't for Sheng Ning's low cultivation level, and if they had let the enemy in, the Palace Master wouldn't have been in the Burning Heaven Palace.
If trouble arises, how will they explain it to the Palace Master?
The sword cultivator felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of this, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
His gaze toward Sheng Ning grew increasingly sharp, his bright red lips, smeared with lip rouge, pressed tightly together into a straight line.
Sheng Ning watched his changing facial expressions, finding it amusing, but her face remained innocent. "Would you let me go if I told Senior Brother Wu?"
"I told you not to call me Senior Brother Wu!"
Sheng Ning said "Oh", "Senior Brother Wu, my name is Shi Yueyao. As for the Palace Master, I have never met her."
The sword cultivator was furious at Sheng Ning's incorrigible way of addressing him.
Seeing that she obediently gave her name, the sword cultivator stared intently at her, his face clearly showing disbelief.
Sheng Ning guessed that he wouldn't believe her, so he raised his hand and swore an oath to the heavens, "I, Shi Yueyao, swear to the heavens that if I am not Shi Yueyao, may my sect, Taixu Sect, be struck by lightning."
Elder Qian, who was far away on the mainland, sneezed several times in a row.
Looking up at the increasingly gloomy sky, Elder Qian murmured, "It's all over. Everyone's going to die..."
In the Burning Heaven Palace, Sheng Ning, who swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao, was not spared.
The swordsman watched her try to deflect the sword and sneered, "Who told you that saying your name would let you leave?"
"Since you have trespassed into the Burning Heaven Palace and damaged the main hall, guards, take her into the water dungeon."
Sheng Ning took a deep breath, looked up at the sword cultivator, and said helplessly, "I didn't expect you to let me go."
Facing the puzzled or mocking looks from the disciples of Burning Heaven Palace, she continued, "I was just saying that the sword in your hand was affecting my performance."
Her words left the disciples of the Burning Heaven Palace somewhat bewildered.
Just as they were wondering what was going on, a long sword suddenly appeared in front of them.
To them, Sheng Ning's cultivation level was not high, even pitifully low.
They could easily defeat even sword cultivators at the Golden Core stage.
However, Sheng Ning did not intend to use the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword against them.
Seeing that they were frightened by his sword and took two steps back, Sheng Ning sat up and held a green pea shooter in his arms.
"Senior Brother Wu, look here, say cheese!"
The swordsman immediately lowered his eyes and looked at the Pea Shooter in her hand.
Sensing the spiritual energy emanating from the Peashooter, which belonged to a high-grade spiritual weapon, his expression hardened. "Fellow disciples, be careful."
The disciple standing nearby had obviously also noticed the green pea shooter.
One of the disciples couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "Senior Brother Wu, what do you want us to be careful of? That green thing in her hand?"
"This doesn't look like a magical artifact to me, it's more like a toy, isn't it?"
"Young fellow Daoist, do you know the saying 'laughing to death is no excuse'? If I laugh myself to death, my fellow disciples will have to go to your damned Taixu Sect to seek revenge."
Seeing their disdain for him as a Peashooter, Sheng Ning couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Ignorance is bliss, it's alright, I forgive you."
"But do you really want to fight me? I told you, you might not be able to afford to pay for the damages if you fight me."
proud.
That's incredibly arrogant.
He's so arrogant he's almost punchable.
As soon as Sheng Ning finished speaking, the Burning Heaven Palace disciple standing in front of her immediately suppressed his smile.
They glanced at Sheng Ning sitting on the ground, then at the childish Peashooter in her hand, and snorted softly.
Sheng Ning wasn't annoyed; since these people weren't afraid...
Then you can't blame her for not showing any mercy!
Looking up and beckoning to the person in front of her, Sheng Ning smiled and asked, "Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"
The sword cultivators originally thought that Sheng Ning's words were arrogant enough.
Now I hear her telling them to go together.
The disciples of the Burning Heaven Palace were all eager to fight. "Since you want us to come at you all at once, don't blame us for being impolite."
"Go and plead your case before the King of Hell!"
"Daring to trespass into the Burning Heaven Palace, you're truly courting death! Die!"
Amidst shouts from a group of people, all sorts of natal magical artifacts came rushing towards Sheng Ning.
Sheng Ning remained seated, her expression calm and collected, though in reality, she had nowhere to escape.
She pursed her lips, and just as the swordsman's longsword was about to fall to her throat, a laser beam suddenly shot out from the Peashooter in her hand.
Light travels at an incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, those cultivators who were about to rush towards Sheng Ning stood still.
Their eyes widened, their expressions filled with disbelief.
Sheng Ning remained seated, propping her head up with one hand, looking completely relaxed.
No...that's impossible.
The swordsman widened his eyes and looked down at his abdomen, which was pierced by a bullet, where blood was trickling out and staining his plain white sect robes red.
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