A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

"What did you say?"

"Ran?"

Jiang Xuanli got out of bed, his long black hair falling to his waist. He casually grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Yes Yes……"

Wang Tong stood outside the screen, bowing deeply, his head hunched low. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he kept his eyes tightly shut, barely daring to breathe.

Inside the room, dozens of beautiful maids stood in a row, each carrying clothes, jewelry, and other items. When they saw that Jiang Xuanli had woken up, they filed in one after another to dress him and tie his hair.

Jiang Xuanli yawned and asked casually, "How did you get away?"

"Didn't that good-for-nothing Chen Zichuan persuade his third uncle? I think his name is Chen, or something like that?"

Wang Tong quickly replied, "Chen Yuanhua."

"Right, isn't Chen Yuanhua a Golden Core cultivator? How come he let a Foundation Establishment cultivator escape?"

"Chen Yuanhua... is dead. I heard he was struck by lightning and then killed by Sheng He with a sword. The city lord's mansion is in an uproar. Chen Zichuan was whipped thirty times by the city lord and has not yet woken up."

"laugh!"

Jiang Xuanli chuckled and walked out barefoot from behind the screen.

"Chen Yuanhua's Golden Core was entirely obtained by the city lord using pills; what good is it? Where are our people? Are they still with them?"

Wang Tong swallowed hard and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Jiang Xuanli frowned: "They're all dead?"

"They...they were all...stunned by the heavenly lightning."

"waste!"

Jiang Xuanli kicked Wang Tong in the waist, and Wang Tong curled up into a ball, rolling several times on the ground before barely stopping.

A tearing pain shot through his lower back and abdomen. Wang Tong buried his head deep in his arms and dared not move.

"Go find the people from the Seven Killings Pavilion and tell them I want to do business with them."

"But...but the Seven Killings Pavilion never leaves anyone alive, young master, that mermaid..."

"Let Ya-jun handle the rest."

"Yes, yes, should we send the people we sent to follow Shenghe back?"

Jiang Xuanli sat at the table, took a sip of today's new tea, and the faint aroma of blood instantly filled his mouth. He closed his eyes contentedly, saying nonchalantly:

"The Jiang family doesn't keep useless people; let's throw them to the wolves."

"Yes Yes!"

Wang Tong kowtowed, and seeing that Jiang Xuanli had no further instructions, he quickly withdrew from the room.

He touched the bloodstains on his forehead, gently patted his chest, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

Jiang Xuanli downed the tea in his cup in one gulp, licked his lips, and said, "The tea is quite good today."

A young girl immediately emerged from the corner of the room, raised her right wrist, and knelt reverently at Jiang Xuanli's feet.

Jiang Xuanli curled his lips as he slowly unwrapped the bandage on the girl's wrist and then took out a dagger to cut another wound on the previous one.

Blood flowed down the girl's wrist into the teacup. Jiang Xuanli stared greedily at the bright red blood, his desire uncontrollable.

......

"It's getting late. Let's rest in the city for the night and continue our journey tomorrow."

"it is good."

A Yuan's face was pale. After transforming into human form, her body was in much worse shape. After flying on her sword for a day, she felt like her whole body was about to fall apart.

She helped Ling'er carefully down from the Frost Sword and followed Sheng He into an inn.

"Manager, a superior room."

"Alright, please follow me, sir!"

The innkeeper warmly led Shenghe upstairs. Shenghe's gaze lingered on a closed door for a moment before she followed Ayuan into the room.

Ling'er had already transformed into human form. Sheng He covered her conspicuous appearance. As soon as they entered the room, the two sisters hugged each other and cried. Ling'er looked sadly at A Yuan's legs and carefully applied medicine to them.

The two seemed to be speaking in mermaid language, which Sheng He couldn't understand and was too lazy to investigate. He held Ao Shuang and leaned against the door, closing his eyes to rest.

Escaping Sheng'an City seemed too easy, and everything that happened yesterday and today made her feel vaguely uneasy.

There's still no movement from the Seven Kill Pavilion...

Sheng He remained on edge, not daring to relax for a moment until she had sent A Yuan and Ling'er back to the Eastern Sea.

Late at night, everything is silent.

A Yuan and Ling'er were already asleep, and Sheng He was also taking a nap with his eyes closed.

A faint sound came from outside the door. Sheng He suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, a huge crash was heard, and the wooden door of the room was smashed to pieces.

The inn was quiet; even A Yuan and Ling'er were still asleep.

The moonlight shone in through the window, casting a pale white glow.

Sheng He stood at the head of the bed, sword in one hand, watching the newcomer warily.

The other party had set up a barrier in the room without her noticing, and their cultivation level was definitely above hers.

It's just unknown whether they were sent by the Jiang family or by the Seven Killings Pavilion.

A slender figure slowly walked in through the door. The woman was dressed in black, holding a short blade in each hand. In the moonlight, the raven mark on her neck was faintly visible.

They are from the Seven Killings Pavilion.

A tremendous killing intent enveloped Sheng He, and Sheng He's breathing became heavier. This woman was clearly right in front of her, but she couldn't sense any of the woman's presence.

The Seven Killings Pavilion is always relentless in its pursuit of revenge. Last time, they sent several Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators, but the mission failed. The next assassins they will send will be at least Nascent Soul level.

Sheng He gripped his sword tightly, his mind racing as he considered countermeasures.

The room here is too small. If one were to forcibly use cultivation techniques to improve their cultivation level, they might accidentally injure A Yuan, Ling'er, or the other people in the inn.

She did have a teleportation talisman in her storage ring, but it could only teleport one person at a time, and the location was uncertain. She couldn't leave A Yuan and Ling'er here.

Use the Thunder Talisman?

No, that's not possible.

"You're fighting me, and you still have the mind to think about other things?"

The woman chuckled, flashed forward, and thrust her right-hand short blade straight at Sheng He's face. Sheng He hurriedly raised his sword to block.

With a "clang!", Sheng He was knocked back several steps by the enormous force. After barely regaining her balance, the short blade was once again aimed at her chest.

Sheng He glanced at the sleeping A Yuan and Ling'er, and seeing that the woman was only coming for him, he did not hesitate to jump out of the window and escape.

As expected, the woman chose to follow Sheng He.

As soon as she landed, the ground beneath her feet began to sink, and countless vines sprouted from the ground, tightly wrapping around her waist.

Sheng He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, taking advantage of the woman's inability to move, immediately used his spiritual power to activate Ao Shuang. Ao Shuang flew continuously in the air, and in an instant, countless identical longswords appeared in the air.

The longswords surrounded the woman. Sheng He channeled his spiritual power, shouted, and all the longswords simultaneously stabbed at the woman.

Just then, the two short blades in the woman's hand suddenly flew out and spun in the air. The hilts of the blades somehow merged into one, becoming a double-headed spear.

The sharp tips of the double-headed spear gleamed coldly in the moonlight as it charged toward one of the swords with unstoppable force.

"Ding!"

The sword and the spear tip collided, and the spear tip spun continuously on Aoshuang's sword. In just a moment, several cracks began to appear on Aoshuang's sword.