Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

The young man had rosy lips and white teeth, and was exceptionally handsome. Dressed in a cloud-patterned brocade robe, he was graceful and otherworldly. It was Ning Yuan.

He glanced at it twice, then lowered the jade curtain with a smile.

Then, the eye-catching procession swaggered into the previously deserted palace.

Meanwhile, in the palace in the heavens, Xuan Gu was somewhat surprised.

"The Nine-Colored Celestial Chariot? I didn't expect him to actually come..."

He knew that his master's only son had been raised in Luodu since childhood.

And for some reason, he was neither taught cultivation nor disciplined. Instead, he was allowed to be free and unrestrained, becoming a carefree and noble disciple in the capital of the immortal dynasty, a place with a relatively vast world.

Compared to the renowned Netherworld Fairy who carved a bloody path through the underworld, paved the way with corpses, and forged a throne from bones, the circumstances of these two siblings were almost completely opposite.

But this doesn't mean that anyone is more valued in Ning Muxian's heart.

As people of the Great Li Immortal Dynasty, especially as children of Ning Muxian, even if they have joined an immortal sect and demonstrated extraordinary talent and skills, out of concern, they often have to pay more than ten times the price to receive the same treatment as others.

Especially for someone from the Yellow Springs Sect, one of the four major sects of the demonic path, the Netherworld Fairy Ning Chanxue's current position within the sect is like being on the edge of a cliff, walking on thin ice.

Whether you take a step further or retreat even a little, it will cause a severe backlash.

The height is not cold.

If one has no ambition for the Great Dao, staying within the territory of the Great Li Immortal Dynasty is actually not a big deal.

If the timing is right, as the son of Ning Muxian, he will naturally not lack a chance to achieve immortality and longevity. If he is lucky, it is not impossible for him to even reach the realm of Returning to the Void Dao Lord.

It's hard to say which option is better.

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Do you know that person?

On the arena, Ji Daoyun, dressed in a dazzling fiery dress, glanced at the outside world before quickly looking away and asking the girl in front of her, who seemed somewhat distracted.

Upon hearing this, Chu Lingci silently came back to her senses and replied calmly, "Ning Yuan is the son of Ning Muxian, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Li Kingdom. It's not surprising that I know him."

The fact that Ning Yuan had initially tied her up did not spread, and the girl would not spread the news around for no reason.

"Hmph, it seems you know quite a bit about the situation in our Great Li."

Ji Daoyun snorted coldly, and the surrounding flames intensified.

"Since you're a disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect, where is your sword?"

Chu Lingci gently shook his head.

"I can't use my sword for the time being, and I don't need to use it to deal with you."

Ji Daoyun was stunned, her beautiful eyes widening as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She laughed in anger, her beautifully curved chest heaving, and even her alluring, full breasts began to tremble slightly.

"Arrogant!"

Ji Daoyun gave a soft shout, "Rise!"

In an instant, countless golden flames condensed in the air, transforming once again into a brilliant haze, like blooming lotus flowers, concealing their murderous intent amidst their beauty and charm, drifting forward.

However, those watching the duel in the arena could still discern the deadly threat posed by the distorted and fluctuating space before them.

Unlike the previous duel with the Holy Son of the Golden Lotus Sect, Ji Daoyun unleashed the full power of the Great Sun Flame as soon as she arrived, taking the initiative to attack.

"Since you're unwilling to draw your sword, then you'll never draw it again!"

Facing the imposing, beautiful, and powerful princess of the Immortal Dynasty, her body wreathed in flames.

Alone and slender, dressed in simple clothes, Chu Lingci looked so helpless and frail, as if she were on the verge of collapse.

However, she calmly raised her right hand, put her two fingers together, and made a simple gesture.

His right arm swung, casually drawing a full arc forward.

But at the very last moment, those clear, black-and-white pupils seemed to transform into two cold, round moons, casting a frosty, snow-like light.

At the same moment, the girl's petite body suddenly erupted with an astonishing sword intent!

A breath later.

Swish one by one

Suddenly, a strong wind arose on the stage. The seemingly dangerous golden clouds, like roadside weeds and tangled catkins, bowed down or were helplessly swept away in the face of the great power of nature.

An unstoppable, sharp sword aura sliced ​​through the Heavenly Flame and cleaved through the sky's smoke and mist with unstoppable force.

Finally, he narrowly missed Ji Daoyun, who had reacted at the last second, and struck the invisible array that enveloped the arena.

clang!

The formation rippled and emitted a melodious sound like the grand tolling of a great bell.

Ji Daoyun's left arm was slashed open with a huge gash, and blood flowed freely, dripping down her snow-white arm and delicate fingers onto the arena.

Despite her miserable state, her eyes remained fixed on the indifferent-looking girl.

"Sword intent...the third realm of swordsmanship?"

The girl in plain clothes from the Taiyi Sword Sect made no attempt to hide her feelings, nodding and saying, "Almost there, but I haven't fully mastered it yet. The elders of the sect have instructed me that I can only draw my sword when I can fully utilize the sword intent."

As he spoke, Chu Lingci earnestly warned, "I deliberately missed that attack by three points. If you do it again, I won't hold back."

Ji Daoyun took a deep breath, slowly straightened up, her eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Then let's do it again!"

A powerful golden flame reignited around her body.

The scorching heat evaporated all the blood that had fallen to the ground.

However, a majestic voice came from the sky.

"Daoyun, you've lost."

Ji Daoyun's expression changed, and she looked up at the sky, declaring, "Royal brother, I can fight again! I haven't lost yet!"

There was no more sound in the sky, but Ji Daoyun's figure on the arena had vanished without a trace.

Once again, only one person remained on the stage.

Chu Lingci withdrew the sword intent that surrounded him, returning to his calm and serene demeanor. He murmured to himself, "According to the rules, I should have won, so..."

She looked around, her gaze lingering briefly on one spot before quickly shifting away.

Is anyone else here?

The girl's clear voice echoed, and the crowd below the stage looked on with fear, none of them daring to respond.

The Five Realms of Swordsmanship.

Reaching the first realm of swordsmanship is the primary condition for joining the Taiyi Sword Sect, a sacred immortal sect.

To comprehend the second realm within the Divine Palace Realm, 'The sword is like spring rain, locking in heaven and earth,' is already worthy of being called a genius.

The third realm, the true meaning of the sword, is related to the Great Dao of the Divine Soul. Generally speaking, it is something that only a True Lord of the Primordial Spirit needs to comprehend and suffer from.

In other words, although Chu Lingci on the arena only has the aura of the Divine Palace Realm at this moment, she is guaranteed to become a Nascent Soul True Monarch in the future!

monster!

This is the sentiment of all participants in the Grand Assembly of Myriad Dharmas, including the true disciples of the thirteen great sacred sites of spiritual practice.

Such luxurious figures are usually core disciples of the highest ranks of various immortal sects. They rarely appear in public, but when they do, they can stir up a storm throughout the land!

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Inside the magnificent palace, Ning Yuan sat alone in the main seat, chuckling lightly, "The chief disciple of the Sword Sect... no matter how powerful he is, wasn't he still captured by my maid?"