I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"Your chariot may not be aware of this, but it reminds me of another cousin's chariot. Although his...is far inferior to yours, there do seem to be similarities between the two."

"So I want to ask, fellow Daoist, have you ever seen my cousin?"

"He went out with the elders before and never returned... The life lamp set for him by the clan was also extinguished."

"Never seen it." Ning Ruan said.

"...Fellow Daoist, please think about it carefully. Perhaps you have met him somewhere before? Or...the spirit master who cast this chariot for you, has he met my cousin?" Yin Shuang still insisted on asking.

"How would I know if others have seen it?" Ning Ruan looked at him, "Anyway, I haven't seen it."

"Fellow Daoist, it's impossible that you haven't seen it before." The smile on Yin Shuang's face slowly faded. "The casting technique is clearly identical to my cousin's chariot. Although yours is more of a different technique, anyone who has seen my cousin's will be able to discern some traces of it."

Ning Ruan tutted twice, then suddenly stood up from her seat, tilted her head slightly, and asked curiously, "I'm really curious now. Does your cousin show his chariot to everyone he meets? How come everyone he meets has seen his chariot?"

It's really a childless thing.

When the chariot was modified for the second time, even the spirit master said that if he had not seen the chariot before, he would never tie the two chariots together if he saw it again.

But what happened...

Ever since she started using it, it seemed like any guy had seen the chariot before.

Anyone can recognize it.

Ning Ruan: "..."

(????)

"So, fellow Daoist has admitted that you have indeed seen it?" Yin Shuang said solemnly, "I have no ill intentions. I just want to know at whose hands my brother died, and where he died."

You have no ill intentions now, but if you really know, then ill intentions will arise.

Ning Murderer Soft smiled and said, "I have indeed seen it, but I really want to know, do you really not know how your cousin died?"

"Fellow Daoist, you even know this?" Yin Shuang showed a surprised look.

Not a disguise.

It seems that he really has no idea.

"I know. I saw him die with my own eyes." In order to prevent him from suddenly resurrecting, he hit him a few more times.

Ning Ruan said seriously: "I killed your cousin."

"The chariot was indeed his before. Oh, and it seems to have the same name as yours, Yin Shuang."

"But now, the chariot is mine, so there's no need to ask any more."

"It's better to spread this news, otherwise everyone will come to ask me, which is really annoying."

Ning Ruan spoke with confidence.

"..."

The entire box fell into deathly silence.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator's chopsticks fell on the table with a "click". She opened her mouth. If she hadn't received the reward, she would have really been unable to hold back her curse!

She knew it!

If Ning Ruan doesn't cause trouble, is she still Ning Ruan?

The mermaid cultivators led by Hai Jingtao were also completely confused.

I originally thought it was just a simple chat with an acquaintance, and maybe even a few drinks.

Who knew that I would hear such a big news?

He instinctively opened his mouth, looked at Ning Ruan, then looked at Yin Shuang and Yin Xia whose expressions instantly became extremely terrifying, and subconsciously tightened the trident in his hand.

"What... did you say?" Yin Shuang's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with a chilling chill. "Say it again?"

"I said, I killed your cousin!"

Ning Ruan seemed completely unaware of the murderous intent that almost wanted to tear her apart, and repeated it patiently.

"Hehehe——"

"Okay, since you admit it, then pay with your life!"

The terrifying pressure from above the thirteenth realm came towards him.

Silver Frost flapped its wings suddenly, and countless silver feathers flashing with cold light shot towards Ning Ruan like a torrential rain!

Ning Ruan didn't even move.

Beside, the Nine-tailed female cultivator sighed as she saw that the table of dishes was about to be destroyed.

He resigned himself to his fate and put down the food he had barely eaten. Nine huge, furry fox tail shadows instantly unfolded behind him, and an even more terrifying pressure easily dispelled Yin Shuang's power.

He also casually stopped the feather that was shot towards Ning Ruan.

"You can't kill her, give up."

"Are the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan sure they want to interfere in the affairs of our Silver Wing Clan and the human race?"

Yin Shuang questioned with a cold face.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator shook her head. "There are only three of us, you and I, and we can't represent our respective races. I protected her because I was paid."

"How much did you charge? We'll double it!"

The grumpy Yin Xia shouted.

"..." The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator's expression became strange, "You can't afford it."

"She, a mere human, can give it, so why can't my Silver Wing tribe afford it?"

"I can't afford it." The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator said helplessly, "You have seen Ning Ruan's chariot. What she gave me is not less valuable than the chariot."

"Can you give it to me?"

She asked the last question sincerely.

Yinshuang: "..."

Yin Xia: “…”

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator said, "So give up. I don't want to fight you, but if you insist on attacking her, I can't do anything about it."

"After all, I took so many things from them. It would be unreasonable for me to do nothing."

"Really? If you want to fight, then fight with an old man like me. The younger generation's affairs should be resolved by the younger generation themselves."

An old and majestic voice sounded in the box without warning.

The moment the words fell, the space fluctuated slightly, and an old man in a white robe with silver patterns and a haggard face appeared silently in front of Yin Shuang and Yin Xia.

He also had a pair of silver wings, but instead of spreading them out ostentatiously, they were tucked behind him, their color appearing more ancient and profound, and each feather seemed to contain unimaginable power.

"You are Ning Ruan, the human race who ranked fifty-sixth on the list of geniuses, right?" The cloudy eyes quickly moved away from the Nine-tailed female cultivator.

Lock Ningsoft.

"Yes, it's me." Ning Ruan nodded.

There is no fear, nor hostility.

It was as if he was looking at a stranger who suddenly appeared here, and his tone was quite calm.

In contrast, the old man was not as calm as her. "How did Yin Yue die? You couldn't kill him, and he was accompanied by powerful people whose cultivation far surpassed yours."

"So we killed them together." Ning Ruan blinked and asked curiously, "Logically speaking, you should have known this a long time ago."

"Back then, I had some unpleasantness with the Shadow Clan in that Eternal Domain. Didn't every race know about it? Don't you know that two of your Silver Wing Clan also died in that Eternal Domain?"

"No way, didn't the Shadow Clan tell you about such a big thing?"

"That's not fair of them to let a murderer like me tell you this."

"Is this reasonable?"