Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 98

Everyone stared blankly at the three spiritual swords, dazzling like the kings of swords. Ji Xiaofu, standing amidst them, appeared ethereal, her ugliness seemingly diminished. They knew this wasn’t Ji Xiaofu’s own mystique but the spiritual swords’ extraordinary nature.

At this moment, all mysteries were revealed. The source of Ji Xiaofu’s confidence was clear—Wudang’s Little Immortal!

“So it was the Little Immortal of Wudang who bestowed the spiritual swords upon her, giving her the courage and strength to face this meeting alone!”

“I heard that on Tianzhu Peak, the Little Immortal slew Dongfang Bubai with a single sword strike. The Demon Blade Ding Peng was also defeated by two sword auras, unable to withstand even a life-sacrificing strike. Both are still lying in Wudang’s Heaven-Man Tomb.”

“Not only that, but Sword Emperor Nine, a formidable figure, was also defeated by just three of the Little Immortal’s swords.”

“I heard those three swords were meant to help Sword Emperor Nine achieve enlightenment, but he ultimately failed.”

“Is the Little Immortal truly that powerful?”

“There’s no doubt. If you don’t believe it, challenge him yourself—if you can get past Wudang’s spiritual monkey first.”

“Even if the Little Immortal is that strong, he’s not here. Can a few spiritual swords alone repel all the Demon Sect experts?”

Some who had witnessed Ning Changge’s prowess believed without reservation. But others, having only heard tales, were skeptical since Ning Changge wasn’t present. After all, the Demon Sect members weren’t weaklings.

Shi Zhixuan was a peerless Heaven-Man, possibly on the verge of breaking through to the Land Immortal realm. Among the other Demon Sect experts were Heaven-Man level powerhouses, especially Tianjun Xi Ying and Demon Commander Zhao Deyan, who were no less formidable than Dongfang Bubai and Demon Blade Ding Peng, perhaps even superior.

Some glanced at the Wudang group, noting Song Yuanqiao and the others’ calm expressions, feeling a chill in their hearts.

The spiritual swords circled Ji Xiaofu, exuding an imposing aura. Tianjun Xi Ying, who had been about to act, froze.

A person’s name, like a tree’s shadow, carries weight. Ning Changge’s reputation was well-known, and the Demon Sect experts had studied the destruction of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, knowing they might face him when seizing the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Xi Ying’s eyes filled with deep apprehension, unsure whether to proceed.

The Demon Sect experts were equally cautious, their expressions wary as they eyed the three spiritual swords. Their boastful words ceased, the swords’ sharpness silencing them.

Evil King Shi Zhixuan, who had remained unresponsive, finally reacted. His eyes cleared, previously clouded, now shining as he scrutinized the spiritual swords, slowly saying, “As expected of Wudang’s Little Immortal, I am no match for this sword intent.”

His words shocked everyone. The Great Sui’s Evil King, the Demon Sect’s top expert, admitted inferiority? Could Ning Changge, without being present, repel all enemies?

Eyes turned to Shi Zhixuan, especially the Demon Sect experts, filled with disbelief, puzzled by the Evil King’s words that seemed to boost the enemy’s morale while diminishing their own.

Did this mean he hadn’t reached the Land Immortal realm?

Ming’s martial artists’ expressions flickered. Without reaching the Land Immortal realm, everything was negotiable. Heaven-Man experts were present, and if the spiritual swords weren’t enough, they could overwhelm the Demon Sect experts.

Shi Zhixuan’s expression remained unchanged. Having accidentally killed his beloved wife, he developed a split personality, acting erratically when possessed by the demon, but never speaking lightly.

Facing Ji Xiaofu’s defiant, hateful gaze, Shi Zhixuan uncharacteristically spoke more: “I have reasons to enter Yang Gong’s treasure. The Little Immortal is beyond me, but he’s not here. How much can the spiritual swords’ intent achieve?”

“Hand over the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and I’ll ensure your safe departure.”

This was an admission. The Demon Sect sought the Heaven-Reliant Sword for Yang Gong’s treasure. Declaring this openly left everyone unsure if the Evil King was foolish or overly confident.

Ji Xiaofu laughed: “Today, there’s only one outcome: you die on Emei, accompanying my sect in death.”

With that, she spoke no more, only respectfully addressing the spiritual swords beside her: “Please, spiritual swords, act!”

The crowd was astonished. Could the spiritual swords truly communicate with Ji Xiaofu?

The Demon Sect experts tensed.

In the next instant, before they could react, a terrifying sensation enveloped them. The three spiritual swords suddenly blazed with light, locking onto them with an overwhelming aura!

The crimson spiritual sword exuded explosive energy, like erupting flames. Ji Xiaofu pointed, and the Chixiao Sword transformed into a fiery vermilion bird, slashing at Tianjun Xi Ying!

The verdant spiritual sword brimmed with life force, yet hidden within was death, a terrifying division. The Qingyuan Sword became a vivid green dragon, attacking Demon Commander Zhao Deyan.

The two top Heaven-Man experts were horrified, their pupils contracting painfully at the divine spectacle.

Xi Ying roared skyward, his Purple Qi Heaven Net technique fully activated, turning him purple, weaving a net of resilient energy. This technique controlled opponents, ensnaring them like prey in a spider’s web.

His eyes bulged under the immense pressure, energy surging, a dense purple energy net spanning twenty zhang before him. He was confident even Shi Zhixuan couldn’t escape his net quickly!

Yet, before he could relax, disbelief filled his eyes.

“How is this possible?!”

The Chixiao Sword’s vermilion bird, like a true divine beast, spewed divine fire, seemingly consuming the world. Upon closer inspection, it was terrifying crimson sword aura!

The sword aura surged in nine waves! His confident energy net didn’t last a blink before being torn and burned.

Against such sword aura, it was unstoppable, utterly unstoppable!

“Help me!!”

Xi Ying’s heart clenched with nameless fear. He shouted, and his Demon Sect allies reluctantly charged the vermilion bird.