Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 360 Ling Meng
"Don't want to practice? How is that possible?" Nie Zhaonan shook his head. "Your other sisters have said that they will find elixirs for you to help you break through the next bottleneck. If they can't find it..."

When Nie Zhaonan said this, Xin Ruyin quickly interrupted:
"It doesn't matter if I can't find it. I won't have any grudges against you sisters, and I won't blame my husband. At most, I can break through a realm a few hundred years later. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

Hearing that Xin Ruyin still looked like she didn't want to practice, Nie Zhaonan just smiled and said maliciously:
"Ruyin may have forgotten what I told you before. If you can't find the elixir, I have a way. It's just right that I can practice dual cultivation with Ruyin."

"I wonder if Ruyin has forgotten the 'Yin Yang Qi Nurturing Technique'? Through this dual cultivation secret method, as long as your husband cultivates you more, you can advance to the late Nascent Soul stage even when you are lying down. However, at that time, it is not up to you to decide how long you will cultivate."

"Although the effect of Yin Yang Nourishing Qi Art in weakening bottlenecks is far inferior to that of a panacea, with my husband's rich mana and essence, practicing dual cultivation for forty to fifty years, it should be no problem for me to help you break through the bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage."

As he spoke, Nie Zhaonan's gaze wandered over Xin Ruyin's delicate body, especially on her graceful curves and the most enchanting cavity between her legs.

Xin Ruyin's legs trembled violently, and she quickly threw herself into Nie Zhaonan's arms, saying softly:
"My husband's time is so precious. How can you waste so much of it on me? I will never dare to slack off in my cultivation again. I will definitely practice well."

After forty or fifty years, she might be worn out, and her husband might even get tired of her. Xin Ruyin naturally didn't dare to take such a big risk.

"Okay, sister Ruyin, the master is probably trying to scare you, but you should not waste the master's good intentions. You should practice hard." At this time, Yin Yue whispered in a timely manner.

"Sister Yinyue also knows that it is most likely, but there is also a 50% chance that my husband will really do this." Xin Ruyin's brows were full of sorrow, and her bright eyes were a little dim.

"It's not most likely, it's definitely. As a husband, I've never experienced what it's like to practice dual cultivation for forty or fifty years, and I'm quite curious." Nie Zhaonan's tone was very calm, making it impossible to tell whether his words were true or false.

"Okay, I understand my husband's good intentions." Xin Ruyin said helplessly with a submissive tone.

Then she pushed Nie Zhaonan away, glanced at the palace gate covered by a layer of light curtain, and continued:

"My husband has more important things to do, so please go in first with Sister Yinyue. I want to comprehend the 'Nine Needles Demon Subduing Formation' here."

"Then you better be careful." Nie Zhaonan warned.

"Don't worry, I'm very safe in this formation." Xin Ruyin spoke with extraordinary confidence.

Nie Zhaonan nodded. The Nine Needles Demon Subduing Formation had long been without a cultivator in charge. In front of Xin Ruyin, a master of formations, it really couldn't cause any trouble. There was even a great possibility that Xin Ruyin could control the formation and use it.

Under Xin Ruyin's gaze, Nie Zhaonan placed his palm on the door, and then golden arcs of electricity jumped in his hand, which was the Gengjin Divine Thunder.

As soon as the Gengjin Divine Thunder appeared, it bounced around continuously and attacked the restrictions on the gate wildly.

Faint thunderous sounds rang out one after another, and in just a moment, the restrictions on the gate were swept away. Nie Zhaonan exerted great force in his hands at the right time and pushed the gate open.

Nie Zhaonan and Yin Yue looked at each other, then walked in and the door closed by itself.

At this time, Xin Ruyin also withdrew her gaze from the tightly closed door, sighed slightly, and murmured:
"My husband is really something. He only knows how to scare me. The trick of pretending to be pitiful that I learned from sister Yuan Yao is useless."

After complaining for a few words, Xin Ruyin's mood soon returned to calm. She no longer thought about the previous things, but instead focused all her gaze and attention on the Nine Needles Demon Subduing Formation. With her skirt slightly swaying, she walked towards an altar.

The decoration in the palace was extremely simple. Apart from an altar and a silver box on it, there was only a half-foot long emerald green wooden ruler floating there, slowly rotating non-stop, and the spiritual light it emitted just covered the box below.

"This is the magical treasure of the Eight Spirit Ruler. It seems that this magical treasure not only serves as the eye of the Nine Needles Demon Subduing Array, but also protects my soul." Yin Yue was silent for a while and spoke softly.

"The Buddhist spiritual treasure, the Eight Spirit Ruler, needs to be activated by Buddhist magic power. I have practiced the Ming Wang Jue, so it is not difficult for me to subdue this treasure by force." Nie Zhaonan said half guessingly.

Yin Yue thought about it, but couldn't think of anything wrong.

Facing the soul that had reached the late stage of Spirit Transformation, even though the soul was in deep sleep, Nie Zhaonan remained serious and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. The Ming Wang Jue began to operate silently, and golden light shone from his body.

As soon as the golden light appeared, the slowly rotating Eight Spirit Ruler trembled noticeably, and then stopped moving.

"It really works." Upon seeing this, Nie Zhaonan's face lit up with joy and he shook his sleeves. Green flying swords shot out from his sleeves like swimming fish. They were extremely agile and did not make any sound at all.

These flying swords were naturally the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Swords that Nie Zhaonan had refined using golden thunder bamboo and had been cultivating for a long time.

Like the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, the Yimu Divine Thunder Sword also has seventy-three swords, one three-foot-long main sword and seventy-two three-inch small swords.

As soon as the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword flew out, it began to circle around Nie Zhaonan with great spirituality.

But as Nie Zhaonan made complicated hand gestures and recited incantations silently, the seventy-three Yi Mu Divine Thunder Swords, led by the three-foot-long main sword, flew towards the altar with flashing green light.

During this process, the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword did not make any sound, nor was there any sound of sword ringing. It was silent from beginning to end, and the palace was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, Nie Zhaonan stopped chanting the magic formula in his hands and stopped reciting the formula silently.

At the same time, the three-foot-long emerald green main sword flashed with green light, then disappeared silently on the spot, and in the next moment it quietly emerged several inches above the Eight Spirit Ruler.

The rest of the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Swords seemed to have received an order and also disappeared in a flash of green light. Then they appeared densely around the altar, forming an intricate and profound formation, surrounding the altar completely. The silver box on the altar was still quietly placed there, as if it hadn't noticed anything at all.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan felt relieved. His feet were three feet off the ground, and he flew slowly and silently towards the altar, his whole body shining with golden light.

ten feet
Three feet
Three feet
Nie Zhaonan was getting closer and closer to the altar, and also closer and closer to the Eight Spirit Ruler.

When he was only half an arm's length away from the suspended Eight Spirit Ruler, Nie Zhaonan raised his arm without the slightest hesitation, and with his palm shining brightly with golden light, he grabbed the Eight Spirit Ruler without any hesitation.

On ordinary days, with the amazing Buddhist power displayed by Nie Zhaonan, the Eight Spirit Ruler would naturally let Nie Zhaonan hold it in his hand. But don't forget that the Eight Spirit Ruler is also the core of the 'Nine Needles Subduing Demons Formation'. Under the influence of the formation, the Eight Spirit Ruler, feeling threatened, began to exert its power. The Eight Spirit Ruler burst out with a light green spiritual light and slowly turned again.

After each rotation, countless light blue lotus flowers suddenly appeared nearby, seemingly real and fake, slowly dancing.

Among these lotuses, there are eight phantoms of spirit beasts of different sizes, looming in and out, looking up at the emerald green wooden ruler and making clear chirping sounds, as if they are worshiping the ruler.

Suanjiao beast, eight-deer, golden-scaled dragon
These phantoms of spiritual beasts are all famous monsters from ancient times.

"Hmph! Without the master's urging, what good is it even if it's a spiritual treasure!" Nie Zhaonan snorted coldly, and a huge force was released from his palm that was emitting golden light. An invisible force was exerted on these spiritual beast phantoms.

As soon as the huge force came into contact with the phantom of the spirit beast, the void trembled and a loud buzzing sound was heard.

Because he had taken countless dragon scale fruits to increase his strength, Nie Zhaonan's enormous strength was far beyond his own level of physical cultivation.

The Eight Spirit Ruler is an ownerless spiritual treasure. Even with the activation of an array, how much power can it unleash?

As soon as the two came into contact, the tremendous force shattered the spirit beast's phantom like a rotten wood, and with a flash of golden light, Nie Zhaonan grasped the Eight Spirit Ruler in his palm.

When Nie Zhaonan grasped it, the Eight Spirit Ruler seemed to sense the crisis, and its spiritual light shone brightly. The emerald green ruler shook and trembled violently, and a sharp buzzing sound was heard.

The intense struggle coming from his palms caused Nie Zhaonan's clenched hands to shake up and down.

Nie Zhaonan's face changed slightly. He had never expected that the Eight Spirit Ruler magical treasure, which was used as the core of the formation, would be so difficult to deal with. Even at this time, it still had the power to resist.

Feeling the spiritual power gradually growing stronger in the silver haze below, it seemed as if the thing in the box would wake up completely in the next moment. Nie Zhaonan had no time to hesitate. Without thinking, he poured the magic power in his body into the Eight Spirit Ruler, trying to forcibly suppress this spiritual treasure.

"Who dares to plot against me?"

The things in the box completely woke up, and before the lid was opened, an extremely shocked and angry voice could not wait to come out of the box. The coldness in the voice was enough to make people shiver when they heard it.

After receiving nearly 30% of Nie Zhaonan's magic power, the Eight Spirit Ruler finally stagnated as if it was full. Nie Zhaonan's eyes lit up, and with a thought, the Eight Spirit Ruler in his hand mysteriously disappeared and was put into the Zixiao Cave Heaven.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan shouted softly: "Open!"

The sound echoed in the hall, and before it died down, the seventy-three Yi Mu Divine Thunder Swords around it suddenly emitted a bright green light, and green threads shot out from the tips of the swords, connecting with each other in incredible trajectories and order.

In just a moment, the green silk thread connected all the flying swords together as one. After a dazzling green light flashed, the flying swords and the green silk thread all disappeared from the spot. Instead, a green light curtain covered the altar, protecting it from wind and rain.

The preparations for the formation had already been completed, and all the flying swords were already in place. It was only a matter of lightning speed for Nie Zhaonan to set up the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword Formation.

And at the moment when the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword Formation was set up, a silver light flashed on the surface of the jade box, and a phantom emerged in the silver light. Her figure was graceful and elegant, and she looked exactly like Yin Yue.

At this moment, she glanced at Nie Zhaonan with a cold look on her face. Feeling the undisguised tyrannical aura, her expression became uncertain, and she quickly gave in and said:

"Since you want the Eight Spirit Ruler, you can take it. This will save me from wasting my energy to break the Nine Needles Demon Subduing Formation."

This person's strength is truly extraordinary. Although he is only at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, his power is stronger than that of an ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator.

If she were in her prime, she would not have to care about the person in front of her. However, two or three days ago, she had used up a lot of her spiritual power to perform the magical celestial phenomenon and trapped an old man in the Spirit Transformation Stage. She was now weak.

"My concubine? I really don't like this title of yours." Nie Zhaonan said with a sneer.

"You are just a junior of the Human Race. I am already honoring you by addressing you as fellow Taoist." Although the illusory figure tried his best to suppress the coldness in his voice, his tone was still extremely cold.

"Master, don't worry about her." At this time, Yin Yuelian took light steps and slowly walked over, looking at the illusory figure.

"You are Xueling!" The illusory figure was shocked when he saw Yin Yue, and said coldly:
"You should have found this place many years ago. I didn't expect that you would only come here after so many years. But your aura has become so weak, and you are parasitic on a monster like the four-tailed demon fox. Don't you think this is an insult to my identity as the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf?"

Yin Yue raised her delicate jade hand and brushed the black hair in front of her forehead. She was silent for a while before she said lightly:
"I am no longer Xueling. My name is Yinyue now."

"Yin Yue?" Hearing this, the shadow's eyes flashed with a strange color. After staring at Yin Yue for a while, he suddenly let out a giggle:
"I never thought that the most beautiful woman in our wolf tribe, the favorite concubine of Tiankui God Wolf, would lose her memory."

"I should have thought of it earlier. When Saint Yuansha's soul split and forced your soul out of your body, how could your consciousness still remain intact?"

"Ling Meng, although I once lost my memory, fortunately my master gave me the soul-nourishing tree. Now my memory has been mostly restored." Yin Yue moved her red lips and said in a light tone.

"Not only did you give yourself a new name, but you also recognized a human as your master. If the Tiankui Divine Wolf knew about this, I really don't know how you would be punished." After saying this, Ling Meng's face was filled with anger, and she immediately glared at Nie Zhaonan.

Nie Zhaonan looked back unceremoniously, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Although this soul named Ling Meng has the same appearance as Yin Yue, it gives Nie Zhaonan a feeling of disgust.

Ling Meng seemed not to notice the murderous intent in Nie Zhaonan's eyes and remained unusually calm.

Yin Yue's expression tensed when she heard this, but she immediately returned to normal and said:
"I am you and you are me. We are one. Together we are the real Princess of the Silver Moon Wolf Tribe - Linglong. Why do you have to say this threat which is not good for you either?"

(End of this chapter)