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

"Fellow Daoist Ning, these are the spiritual fruits they handed over."

Mo Feng once again enthusiastically handed over a storage bag.

This time even the selection process was omitted.

Because all the spiritual fruits delivered have been strictly reviewed by the cultivators of the Qinglin clan.

They all suit Ning Ruan's preferences.

She happily took the storage bag and put the spiritual fruit away.

Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, but still said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Ning, a fellow Daoist just told me some news."

"Oh? What news?"

"A fellow Daoist saw a powerful figure coming in from the Shadow Clan..."

"How strong is he?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow. "How strong is he compared to the Grand Master of the Xuanshui Clan?"

"..." Mo Feng looked up at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself, "He is the most trusted confidant under the command of King Beiying."

"?"

"Are you talking about Wang Xuan?"

This guy was not the first time Ning Ruan had heard of him.

To be precise, if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have left the spirit world.

It was because I heard that this guy was investigating her that the following events happened.

Mo Feng didn't dare to mention the name Wang Xuan.

The Xiaocan Realm is so small, who knows if mentioning the other party's name will be sensed?

He nodded, "Yes, that fellow Daoist said that he saw with his own eyes that the one from the Shadow Clan was also heading south."

"So, maybe we will meet?" Ning Ruan rubbed his chin.

"Fellow Daoist Ning...if we turn back now, we still have time." Mo Feng said tentatively.

"It seems it's too late."

Ning Ruan suddenly pointed straight ahead.

Under the pitch-black night, a beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, tearing through the night and piercing through the sky.

There was great movement.

Even from a distance, one could still sense the discomfort.

The large group of monks who had been following behind in a relatively "orderly" manner suddenly became a commotion.

"what is that?"

"Such an astonishing vision, perhaps some rare treasure has appeared!"

"Exotic treasure?"

Many monks' eyes flickered and they subconsciously sped up.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, this..."

Mo Feng's expression changed slightly and he looked at Ning Ruan.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't this a good thing? It means we're finally getting there!"

Ning Ruan took a bite of the spiritual fruit in her hand, and the sweet and sour juice filled her mouth.

She squinted at the beam of light and said in a calm tone, "Let's go."

Instead of slowing down, she stepped on the ground and her speed increased sharply, rushing towards the direction of the light column.

Mo Feng and the two captives hesitated for only a moment before quickly chasing after him.

Seeing this, a group of monks in the back were overjoyed.

They all tried their best to catch up.

What they fear most is that Ning Ruan is afraid of getting into trouble and doesn't want to go.

After all, she is different from them.

She is still being hunted by various tribes.

It would be great if she was willing to go.

With this evil star leading the way ahead, the black fog will be kept away, and it will be the safest.

……

"Boy, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise I will make you die miserably!"

Beneath the pillar of light was a huge and ancient altar.

The altar is made entirely of huge black stones.

The stone is cold, and its surface is covered with scratches of varying depths.

It's old, twisted, and makes you dizzy if you look at it for a while.

At this moment, these carvings are flickering with the rising light column, flowing with a dark luster, as if living things are breathing.

The black fog, so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve, surrounded the altar, rolling and surging.

The altar was surrounded by monks of various races who had arrived long ago.

But no one dared to get too close.

This is because the one guarding the front is none other than the most trusted confidant of the King of Northern Film.

He is also a well-known warlike and powerful figure in the Shadow Clan.

In the short time since he arrived here, he had killed dozens of monks.

If they were from one of the top ten races, they would only be seriously injured.

If you are not one of the top ten races, then you will die.

Even if you just look at him for a second, you can start taking action.

But now, his attention was entirely on the altar.

"Isn't my life in the hands of the seniors?"

The person standing next to Wang Xuan was not a cultivator from the Shadow Clan.

But it was a human youth dressed in black.

He stood quietly outside the black fog.

He was making complicated hand gestures.

His fingertips flew, and the seals were formed so quickly that they almost left afterimages.

As each seal in his hand took shape, the twisted carvings on the altar base would produce a faint resonance.

Wang Xuan was suspended in mid-air, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, "You are smarter than Ning Ruan."

"It's a pity that we can't use sound transmission notes here, otherwise I would be very curious. If she knew you were in my hands, would she dare to come and rescue you?"

"Do you think she dares?"

Han Ze's expression was calm, his hand seals still forming as he slowly opened his mouth: "Senior, you must not be distracted when opening the altar."

"..."

Wang Xuan's expression froze.

Then he sneered, "Haha, then you'd better open it seriously. I will never show mercy to useless trash."

The words fell.

He raised his eyes to look at the dying female cultivator of the Nine-tailed Fox clan beside him, raised his hand and grabbed her in the air!

An invisible force instantly grabbed the seriously injured and unconscious Nine-tailed female cultivator on the ground, lifted her up from the ground and hung her in the air.

In severe pain, she forced herself to wake up from her coma again, uttering a weak and painful groan. Her beautiful fox eyes opened with difficulty, filled with fear and despair.

"Senior..." She begged weakly, her voice as thin as a thread.

Wang Xuan didn't even look at her. He flicked his fingertips slightly, and a very thin black light instantly penetrated into her brow.

"what--!"

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator let out an extremely shrill scream.

His whole body twitched violently, and his nine fox tails, which were originally shiny and bright, were now dull and curled up and twisted in pain.

However, the black light did not seem to take her life directly, but rather to forcibly stimulate her remaining vitality and soul power in a domineering manner.

Wang Xuan chuckled with satisfaction, "It's your fault for not knowing Ning Ruan."

"Your leader was also heartless. He actually abandoned you and fled alone."

"Do you think Ning Ruan will come to save you?"

"You've been following her around for many days. If she doesn't care about you, then your life is meaningless."

The Nine-tailed female cultivator was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.

Wang Xuan didn't seem to be prepared to really wait for her answer.

He just wanted to torture her, that's all.

All the cultivators who were isolated by the Shadow Clan cultivators watched silently.

No one dared to interfere in this matter.

Shui Ling'er was also below.

She instinctively wanted to stand up, but was stopped by a cultivator from the Xuanshui clan.

Shui Yingxue also stood beside her.

He sent a voice message to her: "What's the point of you standing up now? Are you his opponent?"

"Wang...he's just a madman. If he gets angry, he'll kill anyone, including you and me!"

"Let Ning Ruan handle her own affairs. Don't you trust her very much? Do you think she is really afraid of him?"

If it were in the past, if someone said that Ning Ruan had the potential to deal with Wang Xuan, she would definitely sneer at it, or even think that the person who said it was crazy.

But now... she instinctively felt that it was not impossible.

Ning Ruan, so mysterious.

She seemed to be full of mystery.

What you think is impossible can easily become possible with her.

Shui Yingxue's voice transmission had just fallen.

Wang Xuan looked over.

The gaze seemed to be filled with amusement and scrutiny, sweeping across like the tongue of a poisonous snake, landing precisely on Shui Yingxue and Shui Ling'er.

"Were you guys communicating with each other just now?"

"Let me guess? It should be related to me?"

"Senior, you've misunderstood." Shui Yingxue stood up, her attitude neither humble nor arrogant, "My sister and I are just curious about the altar of the Curse Crow Clan."

"We are young and have never seen anything like this, so we were just curious. We apologize for causing trouble for you, senior."

"We are young and have never seen such a strange thing, so we are really curious. We are sorry for offending you, senior."

Wang Xuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, as if he saw through her disguise, but he didn't care.

He chuckled softly, his voice not loud but carrying an obvious threat, "Being too curious can sometimes get you killed."

He just finished speaking.

A group of Xuanshui clan cultivators with the Jindan cultivation level secretly sheltered the two geniuses of the clan in the center.

Shui Ling'er, in particular, is their key protected person.

Wang Xuan suddenly chuckled, his voice low and chilling, "Why? Do you think I'll do anything?"

"Don't worry, I won't bother with the two juniors."

"Besides, if I really want to kill them, your presence will be useless, even if your leader is here."

"Little girl." He changed the subject and his eyes suddenly locked onto Shui Ling'er. "I heard that you and Ning Ruan are also friends?"

Shui Ling'er's silenced mouth was finally able to speak.

Without waiting for Shui Yingxue to stop her, she said loudly, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Ning is very good, we are friends."

"Friend?" Wang Xuan chewed over the word, his smile deepening but also growing colder. "Do you think it would work if I threatened her with you?"

The faces of all the cultivators of the Xuanshui clan turned ugly.

Shui Ling'er showed no fear, her eyes clear as water. She thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't think it's useful."

"Oh? Why? Aren't you friends?"

"I think she's my friend, but I'm not her friend, so she won't go out of her way to save me. Even if you kill me, it won't help."

Shui Ling'er spoke with confidence.

Wang Xuan: “…”

He really didn't expect to hear this kind of answer.

Isn't this pure insanity?

So you treat them as friends, but they treat you like shit? And you're still happy with it?

He hesitated to speak, looking at Shui Ling'er's clear eyes without any distractions. For a moment, he didn't know whether to call her naive or stupid.

This pure realization made the sarcastic words he had prepared get stuck in his throat.

"...It's really... interesting that the Xuanshui clan has a genius like you." Wang Xuan curled his lips and finally squeezed out only this sentence.

As for catching the other party who threatened Ning Ruan, he was no longer in a hurry.

Anyway, I'm in his sight and can't run away.

Besides, with such a big commotion here, maybe Ning Ruan would come here on his own without any threats?

The thought just fell.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the north.

In the pitch-black night, of course, the naked eye can’t see anything.

The range of the light column does not include the north.

But under his spiritual consciousness, he could see it clearly.

Another large group of monks arrived.

There are indeed quite a few monks gathered here, but most of them came from different places.

At most, there are only a dozen people traveling together.

After all, there are too many monks, and there are too many uncontrollable things.

It is obviously not suitable in this strange little remnant world.

But what he saw now... there must be at least hundreds of monks, right?

This is not just a group trip, this is a large army!

Wang Xuan's spiritual sense noticed this large army composed of cultivators from various races at first sight.

The second glance... naturally fell on the girl at the front, leading the army.

Ninth Realm Cultivation...

Holding an iron pot with a strange fire on it...

The other party's identity is self-evident.

Ning Ruan... actually dared to come.

Wang Xuan smiled.

The smile that no one sees is full of playfulness and cruelty.

There is also a hint of excitement at finally catching the prey.

next moment.

The aura around him changed, and the figure floating in the air moved slightly, as if it would turn into black lightning and fly away in the next moment.

However, just as he was about to move——

"senior."

Han Ze, who had been concentrating on opening the altar, suddenly raised his head, his face slightly pale.

It was obvious that keeping the altar open was a huge drain on him.

He said, "The altar...will be opened soon."

His voice was not loud, but it was like a stream of ice water falling from the sky, instantly extinguishing Wang Xuan's murderous intent that was about to erupt.

Wang Xuan's movements suddenly stopped, and his figure, which was about to pounce, was abruptly frozen in mid-air.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes shot towards Han Ze like lightning, and then quickly swept across the huge black altar below.

On the base of the altar, the twisted carvings that had originally flickered with the light suddenly seemed to come alive and began to flow slowly. The dark luster became stronger and stronger, as if black blood was flowing through it.

The entire altar emitted a low humming sound at this moment, and the ancient and oppressive aura suddenly increased several times, and even the pillar of light rising into the sky began to fluctuate violently!

Obviously, what Han Ze said was true.

The altar of the Curse Crow Clan, which has been silent for who knows how many years, is really on the verge of opening!

He lowered his eyes slightly, his tone cold and dangerous:

"You want to stop me from killing Ning Ruan?"

Han Ze still stood straight and shook his head slowly:

"I dare not, but the altar is about to open. If you leave now, you may not be able to return in time and will miss this opportunity."

"So what if we're too late? Even if there are rare treasures of the Curse Crow Clan in this altar, can they be as important as the immortal weapon on Ning Ruan's body?"

Wang Xuan asked back with a sneer.

But the body still remained firmly in place.

Han Ze finally looked up, a faint smile appearing on his handsome and calm face. "What if there are immortal artifacts in the altar?"

"What did you say?"

Wang Xuan's voice suddenly rose, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared at Han Ze, as if he wanted to see through him completely from inside out.

"Do you know what happens if you lie to me?" His voice sank again, and an aura of pressure spread around him. "You never told me about the immortal weapon before."

Han Ze's face grew paler, with cold sweat even oozing out of his forehead. Even the movements of pinching the seals with his hands became a little slower than before.

He said, "I didn't say it before because I had selfish motives."

“But now I have to say it.”

"I did lie to you, Senior, but you still need me to open the altar, right?"