300: Murderous soldiers

A giant canyon appeared in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins.

At the source of the canyon, a young girl stood with a face full of frost, clutching a pure white longsword.

Before the girl, only a world covered in ice and snow remained, with no trace or aura of Xing Wuye and Old Man Han.

They died without even leaving a complete corpse!

The dozen black-clad Disciples guarding the entrance also became part of this icy world painting, indistinguishable from it.

Inside the pure white longsword, which glowed with an eerie blood-red light.

Upon a tall and exquisite throne made of ice and snow, a seductive woman, dressed in a thin, pure white gauze dress and gently caressing her cheek with her bare hand, slowly rose.

"Hehehe~"

"Little Ning Chan, you summoned me. Our transaction has ended early."

The seductive woman chuckled, her laughter enchanting and carrying a hint of Gu-like allure, echoing in Jiang Ningchan's heart.

Jiang Ningchan's heart tightened.

Her fingers, gripping the fuling divine sword, tightened even more.

"Little Ning Chan, could it be that you want to go back on your word?"

The seductive woman's smile widened.

Her voice, falling upon Jiang Ningchan's heart, brought with it a crushing sense of impending doom.

Jiang Ningchan bit her lip, blood oozing from the corners, and her sword-wielding hand trembled slightly.

Yet, she remained silent.

"Oh?"

"Tsk tsk, there's another one, no, two..."

"That's not right either..."

"How troublesome. Let's just kill them all."

Inside the pure white longsword, the seductive woman, seeing this, changed her tone and looked through the longsword at Zhou Xiangyu and the Illusory Nascent Soul, who were kneeling on the ground below, utterly astonished.

"No!"

"I haven't gone back on my word!"

Upon hearing this.

Jiang Ningchan spoke urgently.

She sighed in her heart: This outcome was already destined. To have experienced these days is already a blessing.

With that thought, her gaze involuntarily flickered downwards.

Then she let go of her hand, and the fuling divine sword floated, slowly merging into Jiang Ningchan's body.

"Hehehe~"

"Little Ning Chan, come closer to me, fit with me, merge with me."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to wield this marvelous power with me?"

The seductive woman's joyful voice echoed in Jiang Ningchan's heart.

Between the icebergs where a gentle stream flowed in Jiang Ningchan's heart, a pure white and seductive figure appeared, staining the ice and snow red.

"Whoosh~"

Jiang Ningchan pointed her right hand like a sword and swiped forward.

Space shattered, revealing a deep, void-like passage.

"Hehe~"

Jiang Ningchan smiled enchantingly downwards, her eyes filled with an eerie and sacred beauty.

Then she took a step forward, entering the void passage and disappearing from her original spot.

Below.

Zhou Xiangyu stood frozen in a daze.

Jiang Ningchan's glance earlier had fallen into his heart.

He couldn't describe what emotions were contained in that look.

Release, joy, pain, sorrow... all kinds of emotions were present in that single glance.

Zhou Xiangyu felt as if his heart was being gnawed by countless ants.

The heart-wrenching pain caused his heart, half golden light and half black Qi, to beat violently.

As for Jiang Ningchan's actions afterward, they were certainly not her original intention.

He just didn't know what had changed.

"Amitabha."

The floating Illusory Nascent Soul, with its aged face, uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Heh heh, Ascetic Monk Kuxin, don't think this Demonic Lord doesn't know what you're planning."

The Demon Lord of Suffering sneered.

He had truly thought that this Bald Donkey was trying to protect Zhou Xiangyu, to prevent him from being drawn into the Demonic Path by his Legacy.

But he didn't expect that he was just like him, merely seeing the girl's uniqueness and believing that Zhou Xiangyu would be fine.

That's why he played along with his grand act.

"Benefactor of Suffering."

"My thoughts are not important."

Bitter Heart did not argue.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect this Demonic Lord to see a Jiang Family Sword Wielder make a move again."

"And such a young Sword Wielder at that..."

The Demon Lord of Suffering praised endlessly.

"Senior!"

"Do you know something? Please, Senior, tell me!"

Listening to the Demon Lord of Suffering's lament, Zhou Xiangyu suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully.

Zhou Xiangyu stared intently at the Illusory Nascent Soul.

"Fine, fine!"

"According to my nature, if you want something, I won't give it to you. If you don't want it, I'll force it upon you."

"Since you asked, I definitely wouldn't tell you."

"But since you've received my Legacy, you're half my Disciple, so making an exception once won't hurt."

The Demon Lord of Suffering had a conflicted expression.

He had never done something so agreeable to another's wishes.

"Your luck, young man, is uncommonly good."

"Tsk tsk, that's a Disciple of the Jiang Family."

"You, an ant in the Qi Refinement Stage with mediocre talent, actually gained her favor."

"However, that girl's luck isn't so great."

The Demon Lord of Suffering broke his rule, and although he felt awkward, he spoke more and more smoothly.

The Illusory Nascent Soul circled Zhou Xiangyu a few times, but couldn't discern anything special.

Bitter Heart's lips moved, but he didn't speak, allowing the Demon Lord of Suffering to continue.

It seems the Jiang Family's judgment isn't that great either.

The Demon Lord of Suffering chuckled.

"The Jiang Family..."

The Zhou Family was located within the Sword Domain.

He had heard the name of the Jiang Family more than once.

The Jiang Family, a sword-forging aristocratic family, had a Legacy spanning ten thousand years.

They watched the world's rise and fall.

Although there was no mention of a Soul Transformation Venerable guarding them.

But it was rumored that even Venerable Xingai, the master of the Xingai Grotto-Heaven, who resided in the north of the Sword Domain, had to be wary of them.

"If she's a Jiang Family Disciple, how could her luck be bad?"

Many pieces of information flashed through Zhou Xiangyu's mind. He seized the Demon Lord of Suffering's key point and continued to press.

"Hmph!"

"Don't push your luck, young man!"

The Demon Lord of Suffering's expression turned cold.

However, he seemed to have thought of something interesting again.

He actually started to answer once more.

"The Jiang Family's Legacy spans ten thousand years, and they once held sway over the entire Sword Domain."

"One could even say they were the true masters of the Sword Domain."

"Such power was all due to the two fifth order divine weapons enshrined within the Jiang Family!"

"That fuling divine sword is one of them."

The Demon Lord of Suffering's tone held a hint of longing.

Who wouldn't want to wield such power?

He himself had reached a Bottleneck in the Middle Nascent Soul Stage and had been unable to achieve a Breakthrough.

That's why he had set his sights on the Kushan Temple, whose Dao had a wondrous convergence with his own.

However, the Disciple of that Bitter Heart was a stubborn sort, preferring death to surrender.

To prevent the Kushan Temple's Legacy from leaking out, he actually took his own life on the spot.

This was what provoked Bitter Heart.

And he was suppressed here by Bitter Heart.

But Bitter Heart didn't have an easy time either.

Neither of them truly won.

"That's not a Divine Sword, it's a fiendish weapon!"

Bitter Heart rarely retorted.

"Indeed."

"Both of those Divine Swords are bloodthirsty fiendish weapons."

"And every generation of the Jiang Family's Sword Wielder is merely a vessel for the fiendish spirit within those two fiendish weapons!"

"They are sword puppets chosen to unleash the full power of a fifth order divine weapon!"

The Demon Lord of Suffering nodded, agreeing with Bitter Heart's words.

Yet, there was no hint of him feeling anything was wrong in his tone.

To be able to unleash power beyond the Nascent Soul, what was this small price?

"Alas~"

"Every Sword Wielder of the Jiang Family is merely a weapon that knows only slaughter, without self, without consciousness, and without emotions."

Bitter Heart sighed.

He could barely protect himself now, so he naturally couldn't concern himself with the affairs of a powerful force like the Jiang Family.

"Vessel..."

"Sword puppet..."

"Weapon..."

The words of the Demon Lord of Suffering and Bitter Heart were like sharp sword auras.

They pierced through Zhou Xiangyu, casting his spirit into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Zhou Xiangyu closed his eyes in pain, murmuring.

"Ning Chan..."