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

"Enough!" The hoarse voice finally rang out again, filled with barely suppressed shock and anger. "Mere mortal cultivators! How dare you do this!"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow. "You are my prisoner now. I can do whatever I want with you."

"You—!" The severed hand gasped, his voice fierce, "You dare to destroy my divine soul! The entire human race will be buried with you!"

Ning Ruan: "Really? I don't believe it."

She said, "Are you saying that your true form won't let me go?"

"But why won't he let me go?"

"Coming down in person?"

"Or perhaps..." Ning Ruan chuckled as she gazed at the severed hand, "that you're going to possess someone else, just like you did with the Cursed Raven Clan?"

Before the divine soul within the severed hand could refute it.

Ning Ruan spoke first, saying, "But I don't really believe it. If your true form could really do it, you would have done it already."

"Perhaps he doesn't do it not because he can't, but because... he simply doesn't know?"

"I dare to guess that the curse back then must have had a great impact on you. Perhaps the original body thought that this wisp of his soul was gone."

"Now that the curse is gone, you are too weak. The original body still doesn't know, you can't contact him, and you are still controlled by my sword. You can't even return to your original body."

"From the above, we can conclude that you... have been abandoned. Even if I kill you, your true self will not know."

His severed hand trembled violently, and his voice became even hoarser, "I have no idea what nonsense you are spouting."

"If you dare to destroy my divine soul, you will surely be doomed!"

"If you threaten me one more time, I'll really be ruined."

Ning Ruan looked at it leisurely. "I'm not a very patient person. You'd better cooperate with me while I'm still interested in you. Otherwise, even if I don't know anything about the immortals' dirty secrets, I'll still kill you."

"Try it if you don't believe me."

A severed hand... of course I don't believe it.

So when Ning Ruan asked the first question, why did the immortal want to exterminate the Cursed Crow clan?

The severed hand still only threatened the curse, struggling madly.

They showed absolutely no intention of cooperating.

Ning Ruan smiled.

She lightly tapped the hilt of the orange sword. "Little Orange, from now on, regardless of whether it cooperates or not, destroy its soul."

The orange sword immediately emitted a sharp sword cry.

Sword energy overflowed from the sword, completely enveloping the severed hand.

It penetrates inch by inch from the surface of the skin.

"Bold——"

"Damn mortal cultivator—"

"I—will never let you go—"

"Weakling, weakling, so weak." Before she could finish her harsh words about the severed hand, Xiao Hong started cursing again.

Ning Ruan rubbed her forehead.

He reached out and picked up Little Red, then turned and left the Red Lotus Space.

Early the next morning.

When Ning Ruan got up, Han Ze was no longer in the courtyard.

he left.

But the breakfast was still warm.

They must have just left.

Ning Ruan had breakfast and, unusually, went out.

The Eternal Realm remains incredibly lively.

Businesses in all the markets and neighborhoods were not affected.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, congratulations on ranking fifty-first on the Prodigy Ranking."

"Yes, this ranking should belong to Fellow Daoist Ning."

"With Fellow Daoist Ning's talent, he will surely be in the top fifty soon."

"..."

As soon as Ning Ruan stepped out, everyone she went congratulated her.

With such eagerness, it was hard to believe that these were among the cultivators who had once tried to seize her immortal artifact.

Besides those who expressed their gratitude, several other people from prominent families wanted to host a banquet to invite her to a gathering.

Ningruan rejected them all.

Of course, the other party wouldn't give up so easily.

I wanted to persuade them again.

Ning Ruan turned her head and said, "If you befriend me, aren't you afraid that the ten major races will cause you trouble?"

"..."

Ning Ruan added, "The reason why the ten major races are not attacking me now is not because they don't want to, but because they can't."

"Do you think the Shadow Clan will let me go after I kill Wang Xuan?"

"..."

The cultivators from various races who had been vying to invite Ning Ruan were stunned.

Other details are still uncertain.

But the Shadow Clan... that's definitely not something we can let go of.

Who in the entire Boundless Realm doesn't know the name of the "King of Beijing Film Studio"?

Any disrespect shown to him could lead to the extermination of the entire clan.

Not to mention, Ning Ruan also killed his most trusted confidant, Wang Xuan.

Seeing that they remained silent, Ning Ruan smiled and left.

She went directly to the small courtyard where she had been teleported to the Eternal Realm.

The one who opened the door was the Silverwing Clan member with only half a wing.

Upon seeing Ning Ruan, the other party's eyes widened, and they were so shocked that they retreated repeatedly.

“Ning… Ning…”

He could no longer bring himself to call him "fellow Daoist".

Ning Ruan stepped inside, asking, "Where is your leader?"

"He's in seclusion." The nine-tailed female cultivator landed on the roof, took out a communication talisman, and transmitted her voice to Ning Ruan in front of her, "Ning Ruan is here."

Done.

She withdrew the communication talisman and looked at Ning Ruan, "The leader said that if you contact me, you should notify him."

"I just didn't expect you to come in person."

"However, the leader was right about one thing: you didn't contact him directly."

The nine-tailed female cultivator had a faint smile on her charming and beautiful face.

She did not speak again.

Instead, he suddenly transmitted his voice, saying, "He said that ever since you met him in the Little Remnant Realm, your attitude towards him has not been the same as before."

"...Is it because he abandoned me and left me?"

Ning Ruan was leaning lazily against the wall, tossing a spirit fruit up and down in her hand and catching it steadily.

"It's somewhat related, but not important, since my relationship with you is just a business partnership."

"Young Fellow Daoist Ning is indeed honest." The deep voice of the Blood Bat Clan leader came from above the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a figure landed.

He looked at Ning Ruan with a meaningful gaze, his eyes filled with a sinister intensity. "As a partner, I am certainly qualified. You can rest assured about that, young Daoist Ning."

You're the one who should feel at ease... If you really feel at ease, you're just asking to be betrayed.

Ning Ruan silently grumbled to herself, then raised her voice and asked, "How's the cultivator you contacted going?"

"Fellow Daoist Ning, rest assured, they have arrived. But as you know, the Eternal Domain is now a complex and complicated place, and with your... human race's senior here, it is really inconvenient for them to come in."

The Blood Bat leader said, making a half-smile, "Perhaps even our every move is under the watchful eyes of your human predecessor."

Ning Ruan said, "You're not being honest. You just want to ask me if that senior knows about this matter."

click-

She bit into the spiritual fruit in her hand, and after swallowing it, she said quietly, "Then you may be disappointed. I can tell you very clearly that this matter is my personal behavior as Ning Ruan, and has nothing to do with the human race. You'd better not involve the human race either."

click-

It was not the sound of chewing a spiritual fruit.

Instead, Ning Ruan crushed the spirit fruit with her bare hands.

The smile vanished from those clear eyes, replaced by a cold, sharp edge that pierced directly at the Blood Bat Clan leader:

"If anyone suspects that you are human, you will be the first to die by my hand."

"I'm not kidding."