She became a god

Inside a private room in the northern part of Jiangcheng.

Di Ziyu looked at the newcomer, who was an ordinary-looking, unsteady old woman with white hair.

He was practically like an old man from the mortal realm without any spiritual power.

But Di Ziyu would never forget the aura emanating from this person in her entire life.

This person was none other than the Xiyu Envoy of Canghai Pavilion, who was in the Langya Secret Realm contacting his younger brother.

It was that contact that foreshadowed her brother's death. Di Ziyu remembers the scent of everyone who was associated with her brother's death very clearly.

She didn't want to deal with the other party anymore, but the other party claimed to have her brother's belongings.

"I'm here now. Please hand over Xuan'er's belongings to me as well."

The old woman coughed, and her whole body trembled as if she were about to die.

After coughing for a long time, she finally answered in a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "Good, good!"

After saying that, he took out a mustard seed ring and handed it over.

"These are some things belonging to your younger brother."

After taking it and checking it over, Di Ziyu found nothing wrong and then prepared to leave.

"I've already paid for the tea, please help yourself."

"What a pity...what a pity!"

Di Ziyu coldly watched the envoy of Xiyu put on an act, "There's nothing to regret. My Di family and your esteemed pavilion have never had any dealings."

The implication is that they are denying that Di Zixuan was once Xiaoman, one of the twenty-four top assassins of Canghai Pavilion.

Upon hearing this, the old woman revealed a strange smile on her wrinkled face, "Whether or not we have any dealings is not up to you."

Di Ziyu sensed something was wrong and hurriedly used a secret technique to contact a Nascent Soul expert for protection, but the jade tablet did not respond at all.

At this moment, Di Ziyu's face had turned pale. "Does Your Excellency truly intend to become an enemy of the Di family?"

The old woman shook her head. "I dare not, but there is one more thing that I need the young lady to do for me."

Knowing she was no match for the person before her, Di Ziyu could only feign flattery, "Venerable Xiyu's cultivation is quite remarkable, while Ziyu is merely a naive young girl. If even the Venerable cannot do it, how could Ziyu possibly do it?"

"Cough cough... I'm getting old, I'm no longer useful."

What a joke! If she were truly useless, Di Ziyu would have been rescued by a Nascent Soul cultivator long ago.

"Your Excellency is too kind. May I ask what brings you here?" Rather than waiting passively, it is better to take the initiative.

Just a heads-up, "Ziyu's cultivation level is low; if it's a matter of great importance, I'm afraid she might not do a good enough job."

"Anyone else would have failed at this, but you will succeed."

Please enlighten me.

"I would like to invite Ye Mengying to stay at Canghai Pavilion for a few days."

Di Ziyu's face darkened; Ye Mengying was the foreign cultivator with whom she had the best relationship.

If we agree, wouldn't we be sending the other party into the tiger's den?

But if he didn't agree, he feared he might lose his life.

The old woman didn't urge her, but silently watched Di Ziyu, waiting for her decision.

After a long silence, Di Ziyu finally said, "She is her, and I am me. She was doing just fine in the underworld, so how could she just come here like that?"

The old woman laughed and said, "You just need to send a message; the rest is none of your business."

The old woman stared at Di Ziyu with her cloudy eyes, as if she wouldn't feel at ease until she saw Di Ziyu finish sending the message.

Di Ziyu had no choice but to take out a communication jade slip, "Jiangcheng is in danger, please help me, fellow Daoist."

In her heart, she silently prayed, "Ah Ying, please don't come! There are so many things to do in the underworld, you should focus on your work! Don't worry about me!"

After the old woman finished reading, she let Di Ziyu leave.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, but the old woman didn't mind at all; instead, she drank it with relish.

Just then, a servant boy came in.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

The old woman waved her hand, signaling the waiter to come over.

The waiter hurried over, bowing low, and at the same time, a cold blade flashed from his sleeve, aiming straight at the old woman's face.

The old woman threw the teacup, which landed upside down on the short sword.

The old woman, who had been lifeless, suddenly had a bright look in her eyes. "Should I call you Qingming or Guyu?"

The waiter sneered and didn't reply.

The old woman continued, “There are too many fools in the pavilion who only know how to kill. After the incident, I felt that it was Qingming, not Guyu, who died, but they didn’t believe me. They all thought that a woman, a woman who had only cultivated for a few years and was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, could not possibly fight two people at once and kill Feiyun, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, and Qingming, who was at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage.”

"Everyone says it wasn't you, and I'm starting to doubt if I'm just overthinking it."

"But... from the moment the ruthless swordsman Wen Xichun rose to fame, I knew it was you."

"Guyu, you are as powerful as I imagined."

The old woman slowly approached Wen Xichun. "But I'm really curious, what exactly did you use to kill them? A top-grade lightning spirit root? A top-grade metal spirit root? A natural sword bone? A myriad sword heart?"

The Jade Envoy shook his head and sighed, "Each of these skills alone would be considered genius, but they are still not enough to support your monstrous ability to kill enemies of higher levels."

"Can you tell me?"

Wen Xichun coldly replied, "There's no need."

Xiyu smiled, and even her cloudy eyes became clear.

"It's alright, I will know everything before you die today."

After speaking, Xiyu no longer held back and released the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Wen Xichun was not afraid. Holding the Karma Sword, she faced the challenge head-on.

This battle came a little early, but she will never back down.