On Emei Mountain, the three spiritual swords descended, their light enveloping Xiang Yutianâs severed limbs, bringing them before Ji Xiaofu. Ji Xiaofu, still immersed in the shocking battle, couldnât believe the Little Immortal had forced the Evil Emperor to flee.
Seeing the sword light carrying the Evil Emperorâs limbs, the clever woman quickly wrapped them in cloth taken from the Demon Sect experts.
Ning Changge nodded slightly. Ji Xiaofu had a certain spirituality, able to communicate simply with the spiritual swords, a unique trait. He decided to give her an opportunity. He planned to cultivate a spiritual herb garden in the back mountain. If Ji Xiaofu was willing, she could manage it, becoming a reclusive spiritual herb farmer.
The spiritual swords shrank to palm size, respectfully held by Ji Xiaofu. With her hatred gone, she felt lost, but since the spiritual swords wanted her to bring the Evil Emperorâs limbs to Wudang, she would comply.
She was immensely grateful to Ning Changge. Ji Xiaofu glanced around, her eyes emotionless. After this experience, the martial worldâs intrigues seemed meaningless.
In white robes, she descended the mountain slowly. The crowd watched with complex, reverent eyes. Only after her figure disappeared did they dare to breathe loudly. The pressure from the spiritual swords had been immense.
Emotions surged in their hearts, showing various expressions. Looking around, Emei Mountain had changed drastically, filled with deep pits and countless scars, the sword aura slicing away parts of the mountain, even loosening the mountain itself.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The crowd was horrified. This was the power of a Land Immortal! The aftermath of their battle nearly shattered the mountain. If not for the spiritual swordsâ protection, they would have perished. They looked at the place where the spiritual swords had confronted Xiang Yutian, their eyes filled with reverence for Ning Changge. It was here that the spiritual swords formed an unparalleled sword formation, severing the Evil Emperorâs limbs, forcing him to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to flee.
Someone couldnât help but whisper: âThe Little Immortal is truly the greatest prodigy of all time!â Such praise went unchallenged, with everyone agreeing. âNot yet a Land Immortal, yet he defeated the renowned Evil Emperor of the Great Sui.
Such unparalleled talent, if I hadnât seen it myself, I wouldnât believe it!â âIndeed, even now I feel like Iâm dreaming, as if everything that happened was an illusion.â
âDonât forget, the Little Immortal wasnât even here. If he were, the Evil Emperor wouldnât have had a chance to escapeâ¦â The crowdâs hearts skipped a beat.
It was too shocking. Defeating a Land Immortal was already extraordinary, but killing one as a Heaven-Man was beyond belief. They dared not think further. âSuch unparalleled talent, even the Martial Emperor who suppressed Liyang might not compareâ¦â
âThough he also defeated a Land Immortal as a Heaven-Man, it wasnât as decisive, and his opponent wasnât as strong as the Evil Emperor.â
âI look forward to the day the Little Immortal ascends to the Land Immortal realm. What a sight that will be.â The martial artists couldnât help but marvel, feeling a mix of emotions.
They had thought today would reveal the truth about the Heaven-Reliant Sword, but it turned into a battlefield between the Little Immortal and the Evil Emperor.
As for the Heaven-Reliant Sword, who would dare ask now? It was undoubtedly in the Little Immortalâs possession, possibly refined to ashes by Pure Yang True Fire! Even if it still existed, no one would dare covet it. The Evil Emperorâs fate was a stark reminder. In the martial world, absolute power meant no one would covet your treasures, seeing them as symbols of your status.
The martial artists descended the mountain, eager to spread the news. Zhang Lingyu looked at Song Yuanqiao and the others, smiling wryly. âThe Little Immortal is truly⦠astonishing. Every time I see him, he shatters my understanding. Song Daoist, you must have known, keeping it from me all this time!â Song Yuanqiao smiled awkwardly.
He knew nothing! He was also in shock, unable to calm down. Who knew his junior brother had become so monstrous, even able to toy with Land Immortals?
He could only say: âWith the old Celestial Master at Mount Longhu, my junior brother still has a long way to go.â Zhang Lingyu glared at him.
At this rate, Ning Changge might surpass his master sooner than expected.
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The group descended the mountain, the renowned Heaven-Man experts nodding respectfully to the Wudang disciples, letting them go first. Ning Changgeâs sword formation slaying the Evil Emperor would undoubtedly elevate Wudangâs prestige!
This was just a small glimpse. In the martial world, news spread rapidly. The events on Emei Mountain reached every corner of Ming and even the Great Sui, giving everyone a new understanding of Ning Changge, the Little Immortal of Wudang.
The background wasnât just anyone; it was the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, who had dominated the Great Sui for two hundred years!
Discussions erupted everywhere in the two empires, the event too shocking.
âThe Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, presumed dead a century ago, has reappeared!â
âNot only reappeared, but was beaten like a dog by the Little Immortal of Wudang, Ning Changge!â
âItâs said the Little Immortal didnât even leave Tianzhu Peak, yet his spiritual swords, wielded by Ji Xiaofu, nearly killed the Evil Emperor!â
âIs there really such a monstrous person? If I recall, the Little Immortal hasnât even ascended to the Land Immortal realm.â
âThatâs what makes his talent so extraordinary. A Heaven-Man defeating a Land Immortal, just thinking about it chills me.â
âCould it be a grand era is approaching? Such a prodigy, unheard of!â
Everyone was speechless with shock.
The events on Emei Mountain were too unbelievable. Ning Changge had already been immensely powerful when he refined the Buddhaâs thoughts with heavenly fire at Wudang. Some had speculated that Ning Changgeâs combat power was not inferior to a Land Immortal, bestowing him the title of Little Immortal.
But now, Ning Changge had nearly killed a Land Immortal, and not just any, but the renowned Evil Emperor of the Great Sui. This was far more impactful than refining the Buddhaâs thoughts.
Some even suspected that if Ning Changge had been present, the Evil Emperor wouldnât have left Emei Mountain alive.
Eyes turned towards Wudang with deep reverence. This time, even the Land Immortals were shaken.
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