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

The Shadow Clan cultivator, barely able to move, supported his companion and trembled as he flew back to Li Mu.

Of course he didn't want to come back.

At this distance, it would be too easy for a sword cultivator to kill them.

The only saving grace was that the sword cultivator, mindful of the Lesser Remnant Realm, did not attack them with his full strength.

Otherwise, they would have to confess on the spot.

"Are you watching the altar, or me?" Ning Ruan asked.

The Shadow Clan cultivators dared not meet her eyes.

He will never forget the scene of Ning Ruan killing Lord Wang Xuan, even in his dying moments.

Even though she knew she only managed it because of her paintings.

He still couldn't control that fear.

"It's about watching the altar, watching the altar."

"Actually, it's fine if you stare at me." Ning Ruan pointed to herself. "The immortal artifact is on me right now. Do you want to take it?"

"..." Who would dare to steal this?

"Fellow Daoist Ning is joking!" The Shadow Clan cultivator's voice trembled. "Immortal artifacts are meant to be obtained by those with the right fate. It is naturally Fellow Daoist Ning's good fortune. How dare we covet them?"

“But I am only at the ninth realm, while you are already above the thirteenth realm. We can’t be considered fellow Daoists.”

"It is true. Why should we distinguish between first and last in the pursuit of the Way? We are all on the same path."

"..."

Ning Ruan, driven by his survival instinct, went for a solo 6.

She asked directly, "Has this place undergone any other changes?"

"Is it the same as before?"

As soon as she finished asking the question, the Shadow Clan cultivator hurriedly shook his head, "It's different now. Before, it was a cycle of day and night, but ever since you opened the altar, it has been a long, dark night, and daylight has never returned."

"Those strange things don't seem to be as numerous as before, and even when they do appear, their speed is noticeably slower than before."

"By the way, the sound transmission talisman can now be used at night as well."

"Other than that, we haven't noticed any changes."

Ning Ruan didn't say whether she believed it or not, but immediately took out a sound transmission talisman.

Contact Mu Yiqiu.

The moment the message was sent, Mu Yiqiu immediately sent a video call request.

Ningruan accepted immediately.

Then a mirror of light was projected in front of me.

Inside the mirror, the originally pitch-black night sky was illuminated by the sword light.

It was very noisy on Mu Yiqiu's side.

She was not seen.

On the contrary, there were three Shadow Clan cultivators on the other side.

He stood firmly in front of them.

One of them also said:

“Ning Ruan killed Lord Wang Xuan. Since we can’t catch her, killing you will be a way to avenge him.”

Then came Mu Yiqiu's extremely disgruntled voice:

"You can't beat Ning Ruan, so you want to take it out on me?"

"Ten races? Have you no shame?"

"Just because you want to kill me?"

"Ning Ruan, open your eyes wide and take a good look at how I kill these three guys head-on!"

Ning Ruan: "???" She came to rescue people, not to watch people show off.

But Mu Yiqiu just wanted to give her a big one.

Even through the light-filtering mirror, she could vaguely discern that the cultivation levels of the three people opposite her were probably not low.

Is it the Twelve Realms?

“It’s the thirteenth realm, all of them are at the thirteenth realm,” Li Mu suddenly said.

Ning Ruan asked in surprise, "She dragged me into this?"

He had just broken through to the middle stage of the eleventh realm.

Now he can take on three thirteenth-realm cultivators single-handedly?

Li Mu: "..." He didn't know how to respond.

This was the second time he had heard the word '卷' (juǎn).

The first person to mention this word was Ning Ruan's mentor.

She said he was the King of Rolls.

Although he didn't think so.

But at least I now know the meaning of the character '卷'.

He glanced at Ning Ruan.

I really want to say, you're quite curvy too.

They are tirelessly enthusiastic about causing trouble, making waves everywhere, and never stop.

Aside from the first time we met, it seems like every time I see her, she's up to something.

"Where are the rest of your Shadow Clan?"

Li Mu lowered his eyes, his dark gaze falling on the trembling Shadow Clan cultivator.

Having been intimidated by the previous sword strike, the Shadow Clan cultivators dared not hesitate and said without thinking, "After Lord Wang Xuan fell, we left the altar, but we were separated not long after we left."

"Later we met several other adults who ordered us to guard the altar and notify them as soon as we had any news."

"My lords, it is about five hundred li to the north of the altar."

"Heh, they've really hidden themselves far away. Aren't they afraid you won't be able to contact them?" Ning Ruan scoffed.

Then I remembered that the communication talisman is still usable, so if nothing unexpected happens, I should still be able to send messages.

But now.

It's obvious that something went wrong.

Ning Ruan pointed to the three Shadow Clan figures occasionally illuminated by the sword light in the mirror of light, and asked, "Do you recognize these three?"

The Shadow Clan cultivators shook their heads repeatedly, "We don't recognize them. They must have come here on their own for training."

"Are there any delicious spirit fruits?"

“…Wh…what?”

"Spiritual fruit," Ning Ruan reminded her with a smile.

"..." The Shadow Clan cultivator was taken aback at first, then finally realized, "Yes, there are."

As he responded, he hurriedly took out all the spiritual fruits that he thought tasted good from his storage ring.

Ning Ruan was actually just hoping to find some spiritual fruits she had never seen before.

But clearly, that luck wasn't on their side today.

These spiritual fruits are all very ordinary.

For her, who had recently acquired a large batch of spiritual fruits, they were rather of little use.

Ning Ruan lost interest. "Never mind, no need."

Shadow Clan cultivator: "..."

Ning Ruan wanted the spirit fruit, but he didn't think it was a big deal.

But the fact that she didn't even want the spiritual fruit made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Fellow Daoist Ning... we truly meant no harm, nor were we deliberately targeting you. Could you... could you spare our lives?"

“Sure,” Ning Ruan smiled kindly. “Then tell me about your Northern King first.”

"What... Fellow Daoist Ning wants to know?" The Shadow Clan cultivator was completely baffled. How could a person's thoughts change so quickly?

But as long as we can still talk, that's fine.

He really didn't want to die here.

"As for your Northern King's cultivation level, do you possess any powerful spiritual artifacts or secret techniques? Where do you usually go?"

Ning asked casually.

The Shadow Clan cultivators felt increasingly uneasy as they listened.

This is no longer just asking out of curiosity, is it?

This is clearly...

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his voice growing increasingly hoarse: "Fellow Daoist Ning... why are you asking these questions..."

"Curious." Ning Ruan answered matter-of-factly, even adding, "He's the Northern King of the Shadow Clan, isn't it normal to be curious about him?"

Reasonable? How is this reasonable!

The Shadow Clan cultivator screamed inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. He could only bite the bullet and say, "The Northern King's cultivation is unfathomable, beyond my understanding. I don't know his spiritual weapon techniques either. The Northern King rarely makes a move, and I have never seen him make a move."

"...As for the places they frequent, they are mostly in the forbidden areas of the royal city or a few important secret realms. Under normal circumstances, we would never have the chance to see them..."

He spoke vaguely, avoiding the important points, as if afraid of revealing something he shouldn't have said and being purged by the Northern King in the future.

"So you don't know anything?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow.

The Shadow Clan cultivator said, "...I am merely a lowly Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, not even a Heavenly Mandate cultivator. The Northern King's status is so noble that it is beyond my comprehension. Fellow Daoist Ning, everything I said is true."

It's true, but it's definitely impossible for everything to be true.

Ning Ruan didn't say whether he believed it or not.

It didn't even mention whether or not they would release the person.

The uneasy Shadow Clan cultivator wanted to beg for mercy.

Before he could even open his mouth and utter a sound, the human god of death in front of him suddenly raised his hand.

My mind went blank for a moment, and everything went dark.

The Shadow Clan cultivator fainted on the spot.