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

"Human race..." The human race expert drew out his words, a strange emotion flashing across his deep eyes.

But this emotion was fleeting, so fleeting that it almost seemed like an illusion.

"Will you always be human?" he asked, a question that seemed a bit abrupt.

Ning Ruan thought the question was idiotic. "If I'm not human, what am I?"

"Very good." The human powerhouse looked at her and finally uttered two words, his tone so calm that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "I hope you can remember these words today. You are human, and in the future... even if you become an immortal, you will still be human."

"Of course," Ning Ruan replied decisively.

She is who she is.

Whether she is human or immortal, she will always be herself.

Asking such a idiotic question is like asking her to become a different person after she becomes an immortal.

The human powerhouse turned his gaze to Han Ze, who had remained silent, and asked, "And what about you?"

Han Ze remained expressionless, his eyes lowered, and said, word by word:

"I am also unwilling to hand over the immortal artifact."

After saying that, he added, "But I will always be a human."

"..."

The human powerhouse's gaze lingered on him for only a moment before he said calmly, "Just remember your true intentions."

He did not say whether he believed it or not.

After a moment, he looked at Ning Ruan again and said, "You can keep the immortal artifact, but you should know very well what it means."

He wasn't worried about Han Ze.

What's most worrying is the girl in front of us who wears the celestial artifact directly on her body, exuding an ethereal aura as she walks, sits, and lies down.

Even he rarely felt such a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Are you sure you want to wear immortal artifacts so ostentatiously from now on?"

Ning Ruan nodded, "Isn't it meant to be worn?"

Human powerhouse: "..."

"Then you will also face being besieged and attacked by others to seize the immortal artifact."

"Then let them come."

"..."

Yes, this girl's only reliance, from beginning to end, is those paintings.

He opened his mouth.

I wanted to ask more about the background of those paintings.

But the words caught in his throat and he swallowed them back down.

What's there to ask?

If someone doesn't want to talk, can't you just make up some random things to fob them off?

Given Ning Ruan's personality, she might even skip over making excuses.

They simply refused to answer.

What can he do?

Pressuring me for answers?

That's it.

"Since you can use celestial artifacts, you'd better master them as soon as possible. Even if you don't care whether it attracts the covetousness of others, at least..."

He sighed softly, "At least we can conceal the immortal aura it emits. That way, not many people will be able to recognize it. When encountering enemies, we can also use the power of the immortal artifact to achieve a surprise attack."

Ningruan did not refuse this time.

She had originally planned to find time to fully master the immortal artifact.

He nodded immediately. "I should be able to master it before I leave the Eternal Realm."

The human powerhouse: "..." They really are full of confidence.

"I have nothing to do with your matters concerning immortal artifacts."

"But what about the one you found in the Lesser Realm of Imperfection...?"

The wording was surprisingly respectful, Ning Ruan thought to herself.

He raised his hand and lightly fastened the storage belt.

The Crimson Lotus Immortal Artifact flew out.

Before the human experts could get a closer look, Ning Ruan moved her mind, and the orange sword flew out, piercing her arm.

Like the red lotus, it hovered in mid-air.

It was probably because it sensed the presence of living beings again.

The arm began to struggle.

"...You...you have blasphemed the immortals, you deserve to die..."

"Release...this great being...and I will help you attain immortality..."

Ning Ruan didn't speak, but with just a glance, the orange sword trembled slightly, and a sharp sword intent instantly emanated, the orange light enveloping the entire arm.

The hoarse, unpleasant voice suddenly stopped.

It stopped trembling.

It sat silently, like an inanimate object, stuck in the orange sword.

Li Mu: "..."

Human powerhouse: "..."

His deep gaze paused slightly.

After a long silence, he finally uttered a few words with a strange expression, "This... is that person?"

He already knew what had happened to his arm from Li Mu.

Even if it only contains a wisp of an immortal's soul... it shouldn't look like this, right?

Why...why do you look so miserable?

"Your sword...can subdue...him?"

“Yes,” Ning Ruan nodded, “but we still couldn’t completely subdue him; he can still struggle.”

"What if I didn't have your sword?"

The human powerhouse had barely finished speaking.

Ning Ruan then swiftly drew her orange sword.

The moment the orange sword left the body, the severed hand trembled violently, as if a drowning person had regained air!

In that instant, the dark purple patterns on its surface also quickly faded.

A voice, even hoarse yet carrying boundless authority, emanated from the severed hand:

"You blasphemers... Why don't you... kneel down and offer your souls..."

As soon as these words came out.

As the beings with the lowest cultivation levels, Ning Ruan and Han Ze's faces turned pale instantly.

A powerful and uncontrollable force is manipulating them to kneel.

call out--

Before Ning Ruanzhen could kneel down, the orange sword was plunged into her severed hand again.

The speed was so fast, it was as if it had been planned in advance.

The severed hand was once again suppressed as if it were a dead object.

The sudden wave of negative emotions also disappeared.

Ning Ruan stood up, tugging at the corners of her lips that hadn't yet regained their color, "An immortal? Quite ordinary, isn't he?"

"I'll remember your taste. Wait for me, I'll come find you!"

kneel?

They absolutely have to kneel!

But who kneels before whom is up to her to decide!

Severed Hand: "..."

Silence returned to the room.

The human powerhouse stared intently at the severed hand, remaining silent for a long time.

a long time.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I see."

Even though it was just a wisp of a soul, it still possessed the power to bewitch people.

No.

It is even more terrifying than bewitching people's hearts.

Just a moment ago, even he had the urge to kneel down.

Of course, he has the highest cultivation level.

Its impact on him is negligible.

Even so, it is enough to be awe-inspiring.

Even a single severed hand can be so powerful.

What if it were the few wisps of divine soul that were originally intact and possessed a cultivator in the lower realm?

Or perhaps, it could be the true form of an immortal?

Can he fight back?

This result sent a chill down his spine.

"The patterns on its surface are formed by the curse of the Cursed Raven Clan. The one who cast the curse on it must have been the strongest member of the Cursed Raven Clan, whose strength was above mine."

"But now, as the long years have passed, the curse's influence on him is gradually fading."

"Once the curse is gone, its soul may be able to detach directly from the severed hand..."