Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 307: Jinjing Situation

"It should be soon. My husband said when he left that he would be back within a year. Calculating the time, it would be these few days." Ling Yuling thought for a moment and said.

"Mother, please sit down first. There's no use in being anxious." Looking at the uneasy Wen Qing, Ling Yuling advised.

Wen Qing stood there and let out a long breath: "There are powerful cultivators stationed around Jinjing City. They should be coming for us. How can I calm down? Although Xiaotian and I have recovered from our injuries, we are no match for Fellow Daoist Nie. Two fists cannot defeat four hands. We will eventually be no match for those people outside the city."

This is what worries her the most, they are not strong enough.

"They have been outside the city for more than a month, and there has been no movement until now. They must know that my husband is not in the city, and they are afraid to attack us. After all, with my husband's magical powers, even the ten major sects of good and evil cannot ignore my husband's revenge." Ling Yuling said with a calm expression.

“That being said, we also have to be on guard against them becoming desperate and catching us to threaten Fellow Daoist Nie. If that happens, we will be really put in a passive position,” Ling Xiaofeng said.

"Yes, my husband and I are not afraid of anything. We have seen through life and death. But Yuling, you..." Wen Qing looked at Ling Yuling and said worriedly.

Ling Xiaofeng also sighed heavily.

The only thing that the couple could not let go of was their only daughter.

A year ago, when they were being hunted in the Yellow Wind Desert and were almost in despair, they had never been as anxious as they are now.

Ling Yuling could naturally feel the concern in her parents' words, and her heart was filled with nothing but deep emotion.

"Father, mother, don't worry." Ling Yuling sniffed, "My husband left me with powerful enough means. Even if they really take action, we can still break through the siege."

"Take these twenty thunder beads first." Ling Yuling handed ten thunder beads emitting golden light to Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng respectively.

"So many?" Wen Qing was surprised.

These are all lightning beads that were struck by a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage with all his strength!
She knew that her husband Ling Xiaofeng had obtained ten thunder beads from Yu Ling and gave five to her.

"My husband made it himself. You can have as much as you want." Ling Yuling explained with a smile.

The process of refining thunder beads is not complicated. With Nie Zhaonan's cultivation and control over the divine thunder, he can refine one in a moment.

Although the auxiliary materials for refining other thunder beads are also very scarce, with Nie Zhaonan's wealth, he can naturally collect enough of them.

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why there was a divine thunder that could ward off evil spirits in the thunder bead. It turns out that it was made by Fellow Daoist Nie himself." Wen Qing suddenly realized and felt a little more relaxed.

Relying on these thunder beads, they were indeed able to break out.

"Now mother can rest assured, right? We just need to wait for your husband to come back inside the city. Those clowns outside the city are no match for your husband." Ling Yuling pulled Wen Qing back to her side and said leisurely.

"We still have to be careful." Wen Qing still didn't completely relax and said vigilantly.

"I got it." Ling Yulin found that her mother had changed and became a little nagging.

After obtaining the thunder bead, Ling Xiaofeng closed his eyes and rested in preparation for the possible battle that might follow.

In a humble little Taoist temple in the city of Jinjing, a monk in a green robe sat cross-legged on a cushion, seemingly meditating and practicing.

“Han boy, you are very worried. If you can’t practice, don’t force it. It’s easy to go astray.” The old voice of Lord Dayan sounded slowly in his ears.

Han Li slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bamboo tube on the table in front of him. He sighed and said, "I feel like they are coming for me."

"Haha, Han boy, your feeling is indeed correct. My spiritual sense is as strong as that of a Divine Transformation cultivator. Naturally, I can detect more things than you. The Tianlan Saint Lin Yinping of the Tuwu tribe is among the group of people outside the city." Lord Dayan, who was watching the fun, said with a smile.

“Senior Dayan, you are still laughing. I don’t know how Lin Yinping was invited for such a big ceremony. Even I, Han, have discovered four late Nascent Soul cultivators. Even if I think I am extremely powerful, it is impossible for me to escape from the siege of so many late Nascent Soul cultivators. My luck is really bad. I was severely injured by the Tuwu tribe’s divine master. I just recovered and now I encounter such a desperate situation. There is no escape.” Han Li bit his lips tightly, his ordinary face full of unwillingness.

As a pseudo-spiritual being, he had gone through many life-and-death crises before he had achieved his current level of cultivation. He was about to refine the Three-Flame Fan and dominate the human world, but he didn't expect it to die in the womb. However, it was impossible for him to just sit there and wait for death.

His mind raced, thinking of possible solutions. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:
"Yes, Senior Brother Nie, Senior Brother Nie fought alone against a group of cultivators in the Yellow Wind Desert. His strength is unfathomable and he can definitely help me. But it seems that he is not in the city this time. Only Fellow Daoist Ling and her parents are here. This is a bit troublesome."

"Fellow Daoist Nie is indeed very powerful. I'm afraid he has the strength of a Divine Transformation cultivator." Lord Dayan surprisingly did not refute Han Li and his tone was full of seriousness.

"Senior Dayan also thinks this is feasible?" Han Li asked with joy on his face.

"Of course, even in my prime, I am no match for Fellow Daoist Nie. With his help, your predicament can naturally be resolved. But then again, even if you are fellow disciples, there is no need for him to do you such a big favor. Are you going to give him the magical treasure 'Jade Purifying Bottle' in your hand as the price for his help? You are so lucky to have a magical treasure in your hand. I never got any magical treasure when I traveled all over the southern part of the country." Lord Dayan did not hesitate to praise Nie Zhaonan, but when he talked about the magical treasure in Han Li's hand, his tone was full of envy and regret.

"My own life is the most important. As long as Senior Brother Nie is willing to help, it is not impossible for me to give him this magic treasure." Han Li's face was full of confusion, but he still made the decision with a pain in his heart.

Although the spiritual treasure 'Jade Purifying Bottle' is precious, it is not his most relied upon thing after all. He can just give it away. As long as he has the small green bottle, it will be fine.

"You are really generous, kid. For a replica of a spiritual treasure, you can even ask a real Divine Transformation cultivator to take action. A spiritual treasure is such a great benefit. If they knew about it, I'm afraid they would rush to help you." Dayan God said in surprise.

He and Han Li have been together for decades, so he knows Han Li very well.

Han Li looked honest, but he was a shrewd boy who only took in money and never gave out anything. It was difficult to take advantage of him! Difficult! Difficult!
At least, he, the Great Evolution God, had not done it yet. Instead, Han Li asked for a lot of benefits for various reasons. So far, none of the things he asked Han Li to do had been completed.

"I am not familiar with them, and I don't have any imitation magic treasures in my hands. I am also afraid that they will take the bribes and not do the job. At least Senior Brother Nie is very reliable." Han Li smiled bitterly and said helplessly. As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li was about to stand up and go to Ling Yuling to ask about Nie Zhaonan's whereabouts, but at this time, the voice of Dayan God suddenly reached his ears: "No need to go to Brother Nie."

Hearing this, Han Li was slightly startled, stopped, sat down again, and asked with joy: "Could it be that Lord Dayan has a way to let me escape this disaster?"

In his opinion, Lord Dayan was able to create the Dayan Jue with the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul Stage, and have it survived in the world for thousands of years. He must have other powerful magical powers and secret techniques in his hands.

"I couldn't do this even in my prime, not to mention that now I am just a remnant of my soul left in the world." Dayan Divine Lord said unhappily. Han Li thought too highly of him.

Han Li's happy expression faded, and he said unhappily, "What did you mean by what you said earlier, Senior?"

It was because Lord Dayan had helped Han Li a lot. If other people had made fun of him like this, Han Li would have turned hostile long ago. He would not be like this now, with just a slight look of displeasure on his face.

The time wasted now is related to his life. Every minute and every second is extremely precious. Who knows, the monks outside the city may rush in at the next moment.

"The monks besieging the city are probably not coming for you." Lord Dayan suddenly said.

Han Li was very surprised to hear this, and asked in confusion: "The Saintess of the Tuwu Tribe are all here, aren't they here for me?"

"Relying on your cultivation level of the middle Nascent Soul stage? There are twelve late Nascent Soul cultivators outside the city. Do you think you are worthy of such a big ceremony?" The words of Lord Dayan were full of disdain, and he did not hide his contempt for Han Li at all.

"Twelve? So many?" Han Li asked repeatedly in disbelief.

Han Li was also shocked by the information in the words of Lord Dayan. As for Lord Dayan's impolite tone, he didn't care at all.

He has such a good relationship with Lord Dayan, how could he get angry over such a small matter?

"I am indeed unworthy of the presence of twelve late Nascent Soul cultivators." Han Li let out a long breath, feeling relieved, and said with a sense of inferiority.

As he spoke, a smile gradually appeared on his face, a bright smile with his teeth bared.
"Senior Dayan knew it a long time ago? Why didn't you tell me in advance? I was worried in vain." Han Li said with some blame in his words, but his tone was unusually respectful.

"Heh, didn't I tell you, kid? Are you not satisfied? When I stopped you from going to find Fellow Daoist Nie just now, you seemed to be angry, kid Han?" Lord Dayan sneered and teased.

Han Li denied it hastily: "No, no, it's just that I felt my life was at stake, so I was a little anxious and my emotions were out of control. I hope Senior Dayan can forgive me."

"Of course, senior, next time, it would be better if you could inform me in advance, so that I won't disturb you, right?" Han Li scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Han boy, you must respect your seniors, otherwise you will suffer a great loss sooner or later." Dayan God smiled proudly and taught Han Li a lesson.

"We are all Nascent Soul cultivators and of the same generation." Han Li muttered inwardly with some resentment in his heart.

However, he still smiled and agreed: "Senior Dayan is right."

In terms of knowledge, he is indeed not as good as Lord Dayan, there is nothing that cannot be denied. There is nothing wrong with showing a little respect to him, and besides, he is also thinking of draining Lord Dayan's wealth, right?
"Since these people are not here for me, then who are they looking for?" Han Li muttered in confusion.

"Of course it is Fellow Daoist Nie. In the battle in the Yellow Wind Desert, Fellow Daoist Nie did not give them the slightest face and took all the divine sand of creation without any hesitation. It would be strange if he did not arouse the resentment of the cultivators of Dajin." Lord Dayan said with great certainty.

"The Divine Sand of Creation, what a great thing!" Han Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Han kid, do you still want to advance to the Spiritual Transformation Stage?" Dayan Divine Lord thought for a moment, "However, with your current progress in cultivation, it is indeed possible. It's just that your pseudo-spiritual root aptitude of lacking gold in the five elements is a big obstacle. Even if you take the God of Creation Sand, at most you can only feel the bottleneck of the Spiritual Transformation Stage."

"If you want to successfully advance to the God Transformation stage, I don't know how much luck you will need to achieve it."

Han Li did not answer, but smiled silently. With the little green bottle in hand, he had great confidence in advancing to the God Transformation stage, and he had a long life span, so he had plenty of time.

At the same time, in a remote corner attic in the imperial city of Jinjing, two men and one woman were sitting around a round table and talking about something.

One of them was an old man wearing a black hat and looking exhausted, as if he had just returned from outside.

The other man was a big-headed monster who appeared once in the Yellow Wind Desert, but he concealed his true appearance at that time.

The woman was a beautiful lady dressed in Taoist robes, but she had a solemn expression on her face as she listened to the conversation between the old man in the black hat and the big-headed monster.

"So, the cultivators outside the city are not coming for our Ye family?" The big-headed monster said with a sigh of relief after hearing the old man's words.

“That’s right. They didn’t realize our Ye family’s intention to enter Kunwu Mountain, but they did know about our refining of imitation spiritual treasures. I’m afraid this treasure can’t be preserved.” The old man in the black hat said with some regret.

"Refining a replica of the spiritual treasure 'Pingshan Seal' is just a cover-up for our Ye family's ultimate goal. As long as the plan in Kunwu Mountain succeeds, it's just a replica of a spiritual treasure, which is not a big deal. But it's impossible for us to give away the 'Pingshan Seal' that we have worked so hard to refine for nothing. Let's take out this item and let them bid for it." The big-headed monster said with a fierce look in his eyes.

The old man in the black cap nodded.

"Then who are they coming for?" the beautiful woman asked with raised eyebrows.

"You have been practicing in Huangqing Temple for a long time, so naturally you don't understand the recent situation in Jinjing. They should be here for Nie Zhaonan, but because he is not in the city, they have to wait outside the city. There are three people in the city who have a close relationship with Nie Zhaonan, and they are not worried that Nie Zhaonan will run away alone." The old man in the black crown explained in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)