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

Just a word.

The voice was not loud; in fact, it was rather low.

It was like a giant axe that split the heavens and the earth, ruthlessly cleaving into this space-time frozen by fear and despair.

Only the purest and most extreme "intention".

That was the sword intent that could sever everything, shatter everything, and make all things submit!

With just one syllable, the landscape of this place changed dramatically.

Amidst the desolation and despair, the Cursed Raven Clan, who had been massacred, vanished without a trace.

Even the other forty-nine killers vanished into nothingness in an instant.

The 'human female cultivator' only managed to hold on for a brief moment before vanishing.

The others remained in their previous positions and expressions.

They seemed oblivious to the even more horrifying scene unfolding before them.

At this moment, the crimson longsword in Ning Ruan's hand suddenly emitted a clear and resonant hum.

The sword trembled on its own.

Even the other swords hovering beside her simultaneously glowed faintly, resonating subtly with the syllables.

No, it's not resonance.

To be precise, it was a provocation.

Several swords, facing the sudden arrival of sword intent, surged with an unyielding fighting spirit.

"Unable to protect its master, it dares to provoke me."

He uttered the word "get lost" and then opened his lips again.

Although his tone was not very friendly, there was not a trace of murderous intent in it.

There was even a hint of being so angry that he almost laughed.

Ning Ruan blinked.

Just about to speak.

The voice that had spoken to her before also echoed from the sky.

His voice was still hoarse and strained.

But this time, there were clearly some other emotions involved.

Unexpected, perplexed, and... wary.

"You...are they? No, they can't get down. Who are you?"

His response was a dazzling sword light.

The sword light appeared out of thin air.

Then it vanished into thin air.

Ning Ruan could neither see who had unleashed the sword strike nor where the sword light had returned.

But after the sword light fell, the sound from the sky completely disappeared.

The phantom image of her second father also appeared before Ning Ruan's eyes.

The shadowy figure was faint, yet its imposing presence was as deep as a deep pool and as imposing as a towering mountain.

It was merely a blurry outline, yet its mere presence seemed to suppress all the restless spiritual energy and rules of this world.

He didn't have specific facial features, but Ning Ruan could clearly "feel" a gaze falling on her, with a familiar scrutiny.

"You were about to fight him to the death?"

Ning Ruan: "..." She wanted to fight desperately, but she was also taking a gamble at the very end.

What if her summoning spell didn't fail?

Even if it really doesn't work out, it's alright. She has to be worthy of the sword in her hand.

"Second Uncle, it's been a long time."

She raised her hand and retrieved her natal flying sword, which was still clamoring around her, and touched her nose somewhat awkwardly.

He greeted her with a smile, "That guy was pretty strong, wasn't he? Even if I fought him to the death, I probably couldn't beat him."

"You really can't beat him."

Second Uncle said calmly, "But he's not worth risking your life for."

"but……"

His tone shifted slightly, carrying a subtle complexity, "What you did wasn't wrong either."

As a sword cultivator, that's certainly not wrong.

He not only couldn't find any fault with it, but was even quite satisfied with it.

That's what he taught.

Sword cultivators should be fearless and undaunted by life or death.

But when he thought that if he hadn't come, this girl would have really drawn her sword against someone far stronger than her, just as he had taught her, with the fearlessness of a newborn calf, he couldn't feel gratified for some reason.

Ning Ruan couldn't understand his inner turmoil.

She was more concerned about the identities of those guys.

"Who was that just now? Was he an immortal?" she asked directly.

Although she asked, she didn't really expect her second father to answer.

Even her most easy-going third uncle was keeping some secrets from her, refusing to tell her no matter what.

When asked, they would give perfunctory answers that seemed profound but were actually vague and ambiguous.

What's more, my second father was already a man of few words.

But she guessed wrong this time.

The illusory figure in front of her looked at her and nodded slightly.

He paused for a moment before saying, "At the mid-stage of the Ninth Realm, you've already become an enemy of immortals. You... are indeed quite remarkable."

The last two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

He certainly had high hopes for his daughter.

He even thought that her achievements would surpass his.

Despite his high hopes, he never intended for a sword cultivator at the ninth level to fight against those useless people from the Immortal Realm.

Although waste is waste.

But in the end, it still has the character "仙" (immortal) in its name.

This is no longer a difference in level.

"Is he really an immortal?" Ning Ruan was genuinely surprised that he wasn't being perfunctory this time.

If she had known her second father was so good at getting along with people, she should have asked him sooner.

"So the immortals want to exterminate the Cursed Crow Clan? Why would they want to exterminate the Cursed Crow Clan?"

Ning Ruan followed up with another question, "Then are you immortals too?"

"No." Second Uncle glanced at her indifferently, saying nothing more, only:

"Immortals are also human beings; they have selfish desires, emotions, and things that frighten them."

"They will die too!"

He spoke his last sentence with exceptional clarity.

Ning Ruan: "..." So, her second father was teaching her how to slay immortals?

He probably figured out what she was thinking.

Second Uncle scoffed expressionlessly, "With your current cultivation level, that wisp of immortal soul was enough to make your soul scatter."

"Since we are now enemies, we should grow stronger as quickly as possible."

"So, once you grow up, you can kill immortals?" Ning Ruan asked, her eyes full of doubt.

If she hadn't witnessed the horrific annihilation of the Cursed Raven Clan with her own eyes, she might have believed it.

But even a powerful being like the Cursed Crow King had little power to resist an immortal.

Is this something she could achieve by breaking through several realms?

Moreover... those who just appeared didn't seem to be true immortals.

It sounds like it's just a wisp of a soul.

"By the way, Second Father, what were the identities of those fifty cultivators who destroyed the Cursed Crow Clan? Was that female human cultivator possessed by an immortal's soul? The immortal who possessed her wasn't the same one you later eliminated, was he?"

"..." Second Uncle stared at her quietly for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Not bad, you do like to use your brain now."

Ning Ruan: “?”

(???)?

How could she detect a hint of relief in that calm tone, that "the child can finally eat by himself"?

She wasn't completely mindless before, was she?

"What you said is all correct." The illusory figure of the second father nodded slightly, his tone still calm. "Back then, there were indeed immortal souls descending, but not one."

"The fifty cultivators you saw can all inherit the souls of immortals. Among them is an immortal who is skilled in spiritual power. He took the opportunity to build an independent spiritual world based on what happened back then. It is he who wants to attack you."

"Alright, this filthy place is no place to stay any longer. I'll send you out now."

Ning Ruan: "???" She knew it; she had praised him too early.

They were foolish enough to think they could know everything today.

So naive!