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

The leader of the Xuan Shui City cultivators seemed to be comforting himself, and also comforting his clansmen.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a member of the clansmen hesitated and said:

"...But...but Ning Ruan doesn't seem to want to run away either."

“…That’s because she knew she couldn’t escape.” He glared fiercely at his clansmen, then looked ahead, his eyes gradually brightening. “They’re here, the Grand Clan Chief is here.”

The leading cultivator from Xuan Shui City took a deep breath, and finally a look of relief and excitement appeared on his face.

With the arrival of the Grand Master of Ceremonies, their mission was over.

He really didn't want to confront Ning Ruan head-on!

The cultivators in the other nine cities all shared the same idea.

For the first time, I've been so eager for my own powerful ally to arrive.

They just need to watch from the sidelines!

Just as the cultivators of the ten cities were eagerly anticipating their arrival, and the weight on their hearts was about to be lifted—

Several figures, carrying a terrifying, suffocating pressure, broke through the air and arrived.

The once pitch-black, boundless realm was suddenly illuminated for a moment by their arrival.

An invisible wave of energy seemed to emanate from them, causing the cultivators from the ten cities who were watching in the distance to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

"Damn it! You actually wore a celestial artifact on your body?"

On the way, the Yan Clan experts had already decided that once they saw Ning Ruan, they would kill her on the spot.

They gave her no chance to catch her breath.

Of course, he felt that perhaps before he could kill her, she would have already succumbed to their pressure and been crushed into mincemeat.

But when we actually arrived...

He then realized that these ants, who were only at the mid-stage of the ninth realm, had actually withstood their pressure.

Completely unharmed, without the slightest impact.

Then he discovered that the celestial energy he had been sensing was actually on the ant.

She... wore the celestial artifact on her body!

This is a fairy weapon!

Even he couldn't possess a single immortal artifact on his own!

Why should she?

Ning Ruan looked up, holding a painting in her hand.

He said slowly, "Yes, I wore it, so what? Clothes are meant to be worn, aren't they? Are we supposed to treat them like royalty?"

The various clans that actually possessed celestial artifacts: "..."

"Heh, why should I waste my breath on you? Once you're dead, whether or not the immortal artifacts are offered to you will have nothing to do with you!"

The Flame Clan cultivator, whose defenses were completely breached, could no longer suppress his killing intent.

He roared, and flames surged around him, as if he had transformed into a falling sun!

"Come and die for me!"

He pointed his fingers like a knife, and a blazing white line of fire, condensed to the extreme and almost scorching and distorting the surrounding space, shot straight at Ning Ruan's brow like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, carrying an aura of destruction that could burn everything!

Ning Ruan didn't move.

The scroll, which was already half-unrolled, suddenly stopped.

She was looking up at the back of the Yan Clan cultivator.

"Buzz!"

A clear, melodious sword cry seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

Then, all the cultivators saw a sword light, condensed to the point of being tangible, arrive first despite being behind, and its speed was even faster than the fire line of the Yan Clan cultivators.

The sword energy slashed straight at the blazing white line of fire, producing a deafening explosion!

A violent surge of energy erupted, and blinding light instantly engulfed the area.

And at the very moment the fire line exploded.

A figure staggered into view in front of Ning Ruan, his back to her, blocking all the aftershocks of the explosion.

"Li Mu! You actually risked your life to save her? Do you really think you could save her?"

The Yan Clan cultivator glared angrily at the newcomer.

A murderous intent surged in his eyes.

If it weren't for the Phoenix Clan's repeated obstruction, he would have taken the opportunity to kill the man surnamed Li long ago.

How could we allow him to ruin his plans now?

Li Mu held his sword, his face as pale as paper, and bright red blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His right arm, which was holding the sword, trembled slightly, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was split open, with blood dripping down the hilt of the sword.

His aura was completely chaotic, and he looked quite disheveled!

Clearly, he paid a heavy price to block the deadly blow from the enraged Yan Clan expert.

Whether or not the patient can be saved is not up to you.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes gleaming with a cold chill.

The long sword in his hand trembled.

The sword energy was terrifying.

He said, "You'll have to ask the sword in my hand first."

"Arrogant!" The Flame Clan cultivator laughed in fury, flames rising around him once more. "In your half-dead state, you dare to stop me? Perfect! I'll kill you first today, then seize the immortal artifact!"

“Old Sparrow, he’s asking for it. If you try to stop him, I won’t mind fighting you.”

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands together, and even more terrifying flames began to condense, causing the temperature of the entire Boundless Realm to rise sharply.

Li Mu gripped the trembling longsword tightly, his entire body radiating a chilling sword intent.

There was no intention to back down.

Ning Ruan knew this killing god was capable, but she didn't know he was capable in this way.

"General Li, please step back!"

The girl's calm voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Li Mu's body stiffened for only half a breath before he made no further hesitation.

Without even turning his head, his figure drifted several feet to the side and back like a ghost.

He doesn't trust Ning Ruan.

After all, we weren't very familiar with each other.

But he remembered clearly that before setting off, the guy he valued highly had said:

"My disciple's cultivation level is indeed not high. If you can save him, then do so. If you really can't, then protect yourself first."

"Dead? Don't worry, she can't possibly die."

"If she tells you to leave, you must leave without looking back, and don't hesitate."

"If she tells you to get away, you must get away immediately. In such situations, you must listen to her."

"These are my heartfelt words!"

So Li Mu hid.

And just as he stepped back—

Ning Ruan flicked her wrist, and the scroll she had been holding tightly suddenly unfolded completely!

About Ning Ruan's paintings.

The powerful figures of the ten races had long been known to them.

It is said to be able to recruit people.

Even the city lord of the Shadow Clan, who had the cultivation of a Golden Core, was taken in.

These treasures are indeed very powerful.

But no matter how strong it is, there should always be a limit.

We can't possibly take them in too, can we?

The Yan Clan expert was not only unafraid, but when he saw Ning Ruan unfurl the scroll, he even showed a mocking expression.

Since he could collect paintings by Golden Core cultivators, he really wanted to go inside and see what was going on.

But the expected suction force did not act on him as the scroll unfurled.

The ancient scroll painting did not depict the landscapes and figures he had imagined.

There were no flowers, birds, insects, or fish; it was simply a blank canvas.

Only in the center, a lone knife hangs suspended!

A strangely shaped, pitch-black knife that seemed capable of devouring everything!

It is merely an object in a painting, yet it exudes a killing aura that is even more chilling and purer than any real magical artifact!

The powerful members of the Yan Clan were facing the painting.

He was also facing that knife.

The flame that was still gathering in his hand suddenly exploded.

However, it was not under his control.

For the first time, he, a member of the Yan clan, couldn't control the fire he had condensed!

Instinctively, his heart suddenly started racing.

He felt a sense of impending death surging towards him!

And soon, the painting proved his intuition correct.