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

"Since you don't believe me," Ning Ruan narrowed her eyes slightly, "how about we make a bet?"

"What should we bet on? Let me think."

“How about…” Ning Ruan tilted her head, lightly tapping her chin with her fingertips, her clear eyes sweeping over the two of them, then a slight smile curved her lips, “How about we gamble with your lives?”

"I bet you I can kill you all in front of your leader."

"..." The two were trembling with fear, wanting to say something but holding back.

"Fellow Daoist, you..." The Qinglin Clan cultivator opened her mouth with difficulty, but before she could finish speaking, the crimson longsword that had been floating in mid-air suddenly arrived and pointed directly at her head.

"..." The rest of the words were instantly swallowed back down his throat in fright.

He could no longer utter a single word.

Ning Ruan slowly raised her hand, extended her index finger, and put it to her lips. "Shh, don't talk now. If you talk too much, it will affect my mood when I kill you."

The female cultivator from the Azure Scale Clan: "..." Is it really that straightforward?

The Mirage Clan cultivators chose to remain silent.

In this suffocating silence, none of the three waited long.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from afar.

That direction—was the very direction from which the old man and the young man on the spirit boat had escaped.

But in the blink of an eye.

A large spirit ship sped toward them at an astonishing speed.

The spirit boat was entirely black, with a ferocious shape, like an ancient behemoth, exuding an imposing aura.

Upon seeing this, the female cultivator from the Azure Scale Clan suddenly dilated her pupils.

His face couldn't hide his excitement.

The Mirage Clan cultivators, already terrified by Ning Ruan, instinctively blurted out, "Leader, save me!"

He immediately shut his mouth as soon as he said it.

He looked at Ning Ruan with a terrified expression, afraid that she might send him to his death prematurely if she was unhappy.

To his surprise, Ning Ruan merely glanced at him indifferently before calmly continuing to watch the approaching giant spirit ship.

"See? I told you I was your leader! You still wouldn't admit it."

Mirage Clan cultivator: "..."

The Mirage Clan cultivator trembled, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

Just when he thought he was about to die.

On the spirit boat, a powerful pressure, like a mountain collapsing, instantly enveloped Ning Ruan.

The despair in the eyes of the Mirage Clan cultivator instantly turned into a gleam of wild joy.

He knew the leader's strength all too well!

The mere release of this terrifying pressure was enough to make most cultivators unable to move an inch, let alone resist!

No matter how terrifying the human race in front of them was, they were only at the tenth realm.

Even those at the Foundation Establishment Realm couldn't withstand the leader's oppressive aura, so those at the Tenth Realm would certainly be no exception.

Without a second thought, his wings of light vibrated wildly, and he rushed toward the spirit boat without regard for anything else.

The Azure Scale Clan cultivators also realized that now was the time!

The leader has noticed them!

They are saved!

Almost as soon as the Mirage Clan cultivator moved, she followed closely behind and chased after him.

Ning Ruan did not move.

Under the terrifying pressure, she slowly stretched out a huge smile.

"Little Red, Little Orange, come up."

As her voice fell.

The two swords, red and orange, that had been floating in mid-air beside him, shot out rapidly.

Two sword lights, one red and one orange, erupted suddenly like two bolts of lightning tearing through the sky!

Their speed was unbelievable, as if they completely ignored the terrifying pressure that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and were much faster than the two fleeing bandits!

puff-

puff-

The sound of two sword energies piercing through flesh echoed in the silent, boundless realm.

The Qinglin clan female cultivator, already severely injured, died on the spot.

The Mirage Clan cultivator only had time to let out a short scream before the crimson sword light pierced through his back.

The sword tip pierced through his chest, drawing out a spray of scalding blood.

The ecstasy on his face froze instantly, replaced by endless terror and disbelief.

He turned around with difficulty and looked at the human girl who was still standing in the same place, without even moving the hem of her clothes.

Why...why is her sword impervious to pressure?

Why did she seem completely unaffected by the pressure?

He will never get the answers to these questions.

The little red sword trembled, and the violent sword energy instantly destroyed all the life force within him.

The corpses of the Mirage Clan cultivators fell helplessly downwards like kites with broken strings.

The whole process was so fast that it took no time to react.

From the moment the two fled to the moment they were killed, it was only a fleeting instant.

On the spirit boat.

A crimson figure engulfed in raging flames suddenly flew out.

The terrifying pressure spread out as if it were a tangible force, several times stronger than before.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at Ning Ruan with a cruel and mocking smile on his face.

"Human race, tenth realm? You've got some skill."

Hongyan's voice boomed like thunder, carrying a chilling sense of oppression, "But do you know that the two you just killed were my men?"

Ning Ruan tilted her head, her face showing no fear whatsoever, but rather a playful smile.

"I know."

"You must be their leader."

"I forgot to ask what race you are."

"So it was the Yan Clan after all."

The Yan Clan, one of the ten major races.

He actually became the leader of the Boundless Bandits.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Red Flame smiled.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

His face remained cold.

He scrutinized Ning Ruan with great interest, as if looking at an ant about to be crushed. "Since you knew that, you still dared to make a move in front of me?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Ning Ruan gently moved her wrist, and the bones made a crisp sound.

"They want to kill me, so I'll kill them. Isn't that fair?"

"Fair?" Red Flame seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "What if I were to kill you too?"

Be humble yet not arrogant.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed on the red flames, her clear eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of provocation.

"If you want to take action too, then come on."

As she spoke, her fingertips lightly tapped the jade belt at her waist.

He brazenly took out the scroll from the storage space.

Red Flame saw it.

It was simply considered to be some kind of magical artifact.

What good is a powerful spiritual weapon if it's wielded by a cultivator at the tenth realm?

That alone is not enough to catch his eye.

More than the painting the other party presented, he was concerned about the fact that the other party was not afraid of his intimidation.

But that doesn't matter either.

Once you've captured someone, there are plenty of ways to interrogate them.

"Hahaha! Good! Very good!"

Hongyan's laughter grew louder.

"Although his cultivation level is not high, his courage is greater than the sky."

"To be able to cross borders and kill people, you must be destined for humanity, right?"

"Such an interesting little guy, it would be a shame to kill him."

"Tell me, if I were to sell you, what price would be appropriate? As for Fate, it should be at least double, right?"

"Sell me?" Ning Ruan gently stroked the edge of the painting with her fingertips. "I'm afraid you won't live to sell it."

The words fell.

The scroll in his hand suddenly unfurled.

Just as Hongyan had a clear view of the charming landscape painting, an irresistible suction force suddenly emanated from the painting.

It was as if an invisible hand was trying to forcibly tear him away from this world.

"What the hell is this?!"

Hongyan's expression changed drastically, and she lost all the confidence she had just had in control of everything.

Flames surged wildly around him, attempting to counteract the strange suction force with overwhelming fire.

However, everything is in vain.

He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, was completely powerless against the painting before him.

The landscape in the painting seems to come alive, with swirling clouds and rolling mountains.

Red Flame's eyes widened, about to cry for help.

Before he could even speak, he was sucked into the painting.

The whole process took less than a second.

Ning Ruan gently shook the scroll, rolled it up again, and casually held it in her hand.

The whole process was done casually, as if it were just a trivial matter.

She looked up at the enormous spirit ship.

On the deck of the spirit boat, more than twenty cultivators stood frozen in place.

Shock.

Incredible.

Then came anger.

A variety of emotions were displayed on his face.

"leader!"

One of the bandits was the first to react, his voice sharp and furious, "She killed the leader!"

"Kill her! Avenge the leader!"

Following him, the other cultivators roared in unison, "Yes! Kill her!"

He shouted with great excitement.

It was as if he was venting the anger and hatred in his heart.

But that's all.

Because nobody actually moved it.

Whether it was the one who first shouted for revenge, or the one who echoed it later.

None of them moved.

Ning Ruan tugged at the corner of her lips, lightly touched the air with her toes, and her figure appeared on the top of the spirit boat in an instant, like a ghost.

Then she sat down.

He sat casually on top of the spirit boat, his legs dangling in the air, playing with the scroll in his hand.

"Do you want revenge?"

"Come on, I'm right here."

She gently tapped the scroll in her hand. "However, there's something you've misunderstood."

"Your leader is still alive."

As soon as Ning Ruan finished speaking, a furious roar of red flames came from inside the scroll.

His voice was also filled with barely concealed terror.

"You're Ning Ruan? You're Ning Ruan from the human race!"

"Oh, right." Ning Ruan sighed with some distress, "How come now people are identifying each other by their paintings?"

"..."

Although he already had a guess in his heart, his heart was completely dead after hearing Ning Ruan admit her identity.

Hongyan's voice came from the painting, trembling and urgent, no longer displaying its previous arrogance.

"Ning Ruan, let me out. Let's talk this out. I know you want rare and precious treasures, right? I have them, and I can give them to you."

"If you're willing to let me go, everything is negotiable."

Ning Ruan: "..." Good grief.

How do you even know this?

What are people saying about her outside?

Ning Ruan remained silent, which made Hong Yan even more anxious.

"What do you want in return for letting me go? Spirit stones, rare and precious materials, cultivation techniques and secret arts, I can give you anything."

"It sounds like you're quite wealthy."

"...If you're willing to let me go, I can give you all of these."

No matter how good something is, it's not as important as life.

Red Flame's only thought right now is to save her life.

Although he is still alive, he knows very well that he cannot live without this painting.

Lin Ruan could kill him with ease.

If you lose something, you can always steal it again.

If you lose your life, then you truly lose everything.

He doesn't want to die!

"Spirit stones? Cultivation techniques and secret arts?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes and glanced at the group of boundless bandits staring at her on the deck, and said slowly, "Unfortunately, I don't need any of them."

"As for rare and precious materials..."

Ning Ruan nodded slowly: "This is necessary."

“However…” she paused, a wicked smile playing on her lips, “why should I negotiate with you?”

"Since you're dead anyway, everything you have will be mine anyway, won't it?"

As soon as Ning Ruan finished speaking, a desperate roar of red flames suddenly came from the painting:

"No! You can't do this! Ning Ruan, you..."

His voice stopped abruptly, as if forcibly cut off by some force.

Ning Ruan gently patted the scroll. "So noisy."

She stood up, her gaze falling on the pale-faced bandits on the spirit boat.

"Did you hear that?"

“Your leader is indeed not dead yet.”

“But he’s definitely going to die, so don’t count on saving him.”

"Revenge is certainly an option."

Ning Ruan chuckled, "So, anyone who wants revenge can step forward."

"Although it won't succeed, at least I can come in and keep your leader company. A family should be together all the time."

"..."

The bandits on the deck looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the scroll in Ning Ruan's hand.

"You...you're Ning Ruan, the one who killed Wang Xuan?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice.

Ning Ruan raised her hand to support her chin and swung her dangling feet. "Right?"

The word '吧' was precisely ignored by everyone.

There's really no need to ask again.

They had only ever heard of one person who could absorb a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single painting.

There are not only paintings that can absorb Nascent Soul cultivators.

There are also paintings that can instantly kill powerful figures like Wang Xuan of the Shadow Clan.

...Then what revenge do they need?

"...If we don't seek revenge, can you please let us go?"

"Of course not."

Ning Ruan lowered her eyes and looked at the cultivator who had spoken.

Very strong.

Based on her prediction, he might even be a Golden Core cultivator.

"Letting you go is of course not."

"However, it's not like I can't give you a chance."

Upon hearing the word 'opportunity,' all the Boundless Bandits widened their eyes instantly, as if they had grasped at the last straw.

"What opportunity?" the cultivator who had spoken earlier asked hastily.

Ning Ruan toyed with the scroll in her hand and said quietly, "You are the Boundless Bandits, you must have done your fair share of murder and robbery, right?"

"..." The Golden Core cultivator's face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You never intended to let us go. Who among the Boundless Bandits hasn't done something like this?"

“No race can tolerate us. If we don’t do this, we won’t even be able to get cultivation resources. We’ll just be waiting to die.”

Ning Ruan nodded: "What you said makes sense, but who told you to be so unlucky as to run into me?"

"However, I wasn't joking when I said I'd give you a chance."

"Leaving aside the murder and robbery, you must have done other heinous and outrageous things, right?"

"Why don't you tell me now? Whoever says the most, I'll spare their life, how about it?"

Boundless Bandit: "..."

“Keeping your mouth shut won’t help.” Ning Ruan tapped the scroll in her hand. “If you don’t speak, then you can only come in and keep your leader company.”

Boundless Bandit: "..."

The Golden Core cultivator said in a deep voice, "We have not done any of those things you mentioned."