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

Not only can it be physically suppressed, but it can also be used to treat ginseng and roosters.

Ning Ruan silently added a sentence in her mind.

"It looks like a crackdown."

Ning Ruan casually remarked, "However, that swordsman's sword is still below, suppressing these sword energies."

"When the sword can no longer hold on, the sword energy will explode completely."

Li Mu withdrew his gaze from the severed hand and asked in a deep voice, "What else is below the canyon?"

Ning Ruan shook her head, "Apart from that sword cultivator's broken sword, there's nothing else."

Of course, there's no need to go any further.

“Then it…” Li Mu hesitated.

Ning Ruan understood what he meant.

The generals of Dongqin were naturally devoted to Dongqin, the Spirit Realm, and the human race.

She didn't keep them in suspense and immediately said, "I will take it back to the human race."

“…” Li Mu remained silent for a moment.

He did not speak again.

Instead, he transmitted his voice, "You want to ask it about the Immortal Realm and the Cursed Crow Clan?"

Without a second thought, Ning Ruan replied telepathically, "Of course."

Li Mu: "..." He couldn't deny that he admired this courage.

Even now, under normal circumstances, I would still appreciate it.

But this matter...

He didn't quite agree. "This matter is of great importance, as you should know. Some secrets are better left unknown than known."

“Theoretically, that’s true, but…” Ning Ruan retorted telepathically, “But for me, it’s also very uncomfortable not to satisfy my curiosity.”

"Besides, doesn't General Li already know? The immortal has already made a move against me."

"Why would an immortal who doesn't even know me want to kill me?"

"I need to get to the bottom of this, or I'll end up a wronged ghost."

"..." Li Mu didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, he could only transmit a message: "No matter what, the human race will protect you."

He has never cared much about fate or destiny.

But Ning Ruan... setting aside Liu Yun, whom he greatly admires and intends to cultivate, he is quite satisfied with Ning Ruan herself.

Although he's quite good at causing trouble.

But it seems that she can smooth over the things she does.

Even if he doesn't come this time, and that human senior doesn't come, Ning Ruan will be fine.

In fact, if she wanted to, she already possessed the ability to protect the human race.

Even if it's just external force.

But she herself is also an exceptionally talented genius, and once she grows up, she may even surpass his current achievements and fame.

"Thank you for your kindness, General Li," Ning Ruan said sincerely.

This was not a telepathic transmission.

The two fell silent for a moment, and Mu Yiqiu guessed that they must be communicating in private.

Hearing Ning Ruan's sudden thanks now, she was even more certain of her guess.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

He simply said, "Should we leave first? Without this hand causing trouble down there, the speed at which the sword energy erupts will be slower."

"But we don't need to stay here any longer, do we?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Ruan took out the Crimson Lotus Immortal Artifact.

The man and his sword vanished from the spot.

The red lotus floated quietly in mid-air.

It exudes a rich, ethereal aura.

Li Chuan was completely stunned: "..."

My mind is filled with thoughts of having something to brag about in the future.

He's seen more than two celestial artifacts; he's even seen an arm containing the soul of a celestial being!

Li Mu's gaze also landed steadily on the Crimson Lotus Immortal Artifact, a ripple passing through his dark eyes.

But it soon fell silent.

He suddenly looked up.

His consciousness was directed to the distance.

He slowly opened his lips: "The cultivators from the ten major races are arriving."

Fortunately, the severed hand has been retracted.

At most, I can only sense the aura of immortals.

Ning Ruan also heard Li Mu's voice within the Red Lotus Space.

But it's not a big problem.

We've arrived.

She held the red sword, examined it carefully for a while, and tentatively asked, "Little Red?"

"Master! Finally... I can... speak... and I'm so happy to tell you, Master!"

Xiao Hong's tone was excited.

The sword trembled slightly.

"So happy?" Ning Ruan lightly stroked the sword's blade with her finger and asked, "Can you regenerate a few more swords now?"

"Little Red...can't...sword."

"You're lying, you are."

"Little Red...you can't..."

"If you don't know, then where did the other four swords come from?"

"Xiao Hong... doesn't know."

Ning Ruan: "..."

She changed the subject, "Now that you can speak, what about the other four handles?"

"They...don't know how yet, they're not as smart as Xiaohong, they're stupid."

"..." Whether she's smart or not, I don't know, but she's definitely quite aggressive.

They love to put down one person while praising another, and they insult others.

Ning Ruan wanted to ask a few more questions.

The severed hand, which had just been suppressed for a while, began to struggle again.

An extremely unpleasant voice echoed throughout the space:

"How dare you... a mere mortal... imprison me..."

"Once I am freed... I will ensure that your souls and spirits are utterly destroyed..."

Under the suppression of the red sword, the severed hand twisted its five fingers, and the dark purple patterns on it dimmed slightly.

Before Ning Ruan could speak, Xiao Hong became unhappy.

The sword trembled, emitting a childish yet utterly disdainful sound:

"So noisy! It's so loud!"

"Shut up... you weakling!"

"..."

The severed hand was clearly provoked by the word "weakling," and struggled even more violently.

"You ants... how dare you insult me..."

Xiao Hong: "So what if I insult you? You're weak... and I can't even say it?"

Severed Hand: "I am..."

Xiao Hong: "Weakling!"

The severed hand: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals..."

Xiao Hong: "Weakling, weakling!"

Ning Ruan: "..."

Xiao Hong: "Weakling..."

Ning Ruan: "..." No, she's never called anyone a weakling... right?

Where did you learn the words?

She watched as her spirit sword unilaterally launched another verbal attack on the immortal's soul with its meager vocabulary.

The severed hand, aside from repeating a few threats and self-identifications, was rendered speechless and unable to retaliate, making the scene quite... bizarre.

However, the effect was outstanding.

The immortal's soul... was truly enraged.

The dark purple lines on his arm shimmered like a faulty light bulb.

Ning Ruan coughed lightly and said to Xiao Hong, "Can you let it go?"

Xiao Hong: "No...it's broken..."

After saying that, he took the opportunity to add two more words, "weakling".

Ning Ruan: "..." Who's the bad guy here?

"So, you're saying you have to keep it plugged in like this forever?"

Xiao Hong: "Okay... let them come... they're stupid, but they're weak."

The other four swords are clumsy, and the immortals' souls are weak.

You're both smart and strong.

Ning Ruan immediately understood what Xiao Hong meant.

Ning Ruan had a thought.

The orange sword flew in from outside.

Suddenly, I was stabbed in the arm.

Xiao Hong quickly drew her sword, the entire blade hovering above the severed hand, still muttering those two words repeatedly, "Weakling, weakling."

"Stupid, stupid."

"Xiao Hong is smart."

Ning Ruan: "..." She's really too smart.

Very intelligent.