Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 460 The Blood Demon Escapes

Holding the purple crystal in his palm, Nie Zhaonan examined it intently, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

But at that moment, he raised an eyebrow, suddenly turned his head and glanced at the horizon in a certain direction, and his face showed joy again.

A moment later, a whooshing sound came from the horizon, and three streaks of light shot towards them.

After a few flashes, it suddenly appeared above Nie Zhaonan's head. The light faded, revealing three women.

It was Wang Ning, Yuan Yao, and Nangong Wan. Upon seeing Nie Zhaonan below, joy appeared on their beautiful faces.

"My husband is indeed amazing; he actually arrived here before us sisters."

As Nangong Wan spoke with her mouth slightly open, she and the other two women swayed and landed on the mountain peak, slowly approaching.

"Don't worry, even if others wanted to impersonate me, they wouldn't have the ability." Seeing that the three goddesses looked somewhat wary, Nie Zhaonan waved his hand at Yuan Yao, and a golden flower flew out from her jade sleeve.

It was a ferocious gold-devouring worm.

Upon seeing this, the three women exhaled a soft fragrance and smiled radiantly.

"Husband, what is that in your hand?" Wang Ning suddenly asked, glancing at it from the corner of her eye.

But the next moment, she stopped in her tracks, her delicate body stiffening as if petrified.

Yuan Yao and Nangong Wan looked in the direction of the sound, and their delicate bodies froze for a moment, as if they were about to collapse to the ground as if they had lost control.

Just as the three women were captivated by the Xuanpo Crystal, Nie Zhaonan vanished from the spot.

The next moment, his figure appeared behind the three women. With a split of his arms, he supported their soft and fragrant bodies. At the same time, he activated the Lieyuan Technique within his body, channeling his divine power into the three women's bodies.

After a few breaths, the three women's minds were finally calmed down, and they regained control of their bodies.

"Husband, what was that just now?" Nangong Wanyu asked, leaning her arm against him, her tone full of speculation.

Yuan Yao and Wang Ning remained nestled in his arms, their heads slightly raised as they looked at Nie Zhaonan behind them with curiosity in their eyes.

"Mysterious Soul Crystal, this thing can affect the minds of us cultivators. Even I am affected by it, so you are naturally even less able to resist it." Nie Zhaonan explained calmly as he put away the crystal in his hand.

"Judging from your words, my husband, you don't intend to hand over this Xuanpo Crystal to Tianyuan City?" Yuan Yao asked softly, a thoughtful look on her face.

Before Nie Zhaonan could answer, Wang Ning smiled and said softly:
"Of course, with even a Zi Ying at the Nascent Soul stage appearing this time, the mission is obviously impossible to complete. Handing over this item would be pointless, wouldn't it?"

"That's what I meant too." Nie Zhaonan chuckled, then lowered his head and kissed each of Wang Ning and Yuan Yao's delicate faces, instantly feeling refreshed.

Nangong Wanyu's face showed a slight unease as she resisted the large hand that was playing with her buttocks, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Surviving this special mission is already the limit; I'm sure Tianyuan City will understand that we are unable to complete it."

"Understand? Perhaps Master Lei Luo never imagined we could return safely." Nie Zhaonan's voice carried a hint of hostility; the feeling of being schemed against was truly awful.

Upon hearing this, the three women exchanged glances, all understanding the meaning behind his words, and their expressions changed slightly.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the three women, Nie Zhaonan's large hands darted about, and he slowly said:

“Master Lei Luo’s body has already been taken over by Zi Ying. You all need to be more careful in the future. This matter concerns the Nascent Soul stage elders of Tianyuan City, so there’s no need to let outsiders know about it.”

"Husband, don't you intend to expose this matter?" Wang Ning bit her lip lightly, seemingly in extreme discomfort, enduring something with great difficulty.

“I’m just a Void Refinement cultivator now, and I don’t have any familiar elders in Tianyuan City. Why should I be the one to stick my neck out and do something thankless?” Nie Zhaonan’s words carried a hint of surprise.

Yuan Yao's waist swayed involuntarily, exuding a silent allure.

A faint blush rose on Wang Ningyu's cheeks, making her extremely alluring.

"This is not a place for dual cultivation. I know that my husband has been plotted against, and I am still shaken. Please suppress your anger," Nangong Wan said, her eyes glistening with tears, her emotions stirred, but she still retained a sliver of clarity in her mind. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"Hoo," Nie Zhaonan exhaled a heavy breath. "Wan'er is right."

As the sensation of lightness spread through her body, Nangong Wan felt a sense of relief. After all, this was not the Purple Cloud Cave Heaven, but a desolate wilderness where people could appear at any time. She could not act recklessly in broad daylight.

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Yuan Yao's and Wang Ning's eyes, but they said nothing.

And so, Nie Zhaonan stood silently in the air, embracing the three women, waiting for the other two to arrive.

After a full half-day, a silver light shot out from the horizon, circled once, and then stopped above Nie Zhaonan and his companions.

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan's anger melted away considerably in the presence of the three women in his arms, and he released them.

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting. I was passing through a sea of ​​sand when I accidentally discovered a piece of ten-thousand-year-old celestial crystal sand. It took me a bit more effort to process it, which is why I'm a little late." Fairy Xiaofeng's eyes lit up slightly when she saw that Nie Zhaonan and the other three were all unharmed.

"Ten-thousand-year-old crystal sand? That's an excellent earth-attribute refining material. Fairy, you're truly blessed." Nangong Wan looked somewhat surprised.

"Hehehe, Fairy Nangong is too kind. How could I possibly compare to the three of you in terms of fortune? I wonder what amazing treasures Brother Nie has given you three fairies for protection. I saw two crimson figures chasing after you three, but you three fairies not only had no injuries, but also seemed to have hardly lost any of your magic power." Fairy Xiaofeng laughed, making no attempt to hide the envy in her words, and her gaze shifted to Nie Zhaonan.

"Just some petty tricks, nothing more than usable little tricks," Nie Zhaonan said calmly.

"By the way, now that Brother Nie has escaped from Zi Ying's pursuit, you should have obtained the Xuanpo Crystal, the purpose of this trip, right?" Seeing that he was unwilling to talk about it, Fairy Xiaofeng changed the subject and asked about something he was more concerned about.

She naturally had no idea that the Purple Cloud Daoist had already been imprisoned and captured by Nie Zhaonan, who was at the Void Refinement stage—something that had never happened before.

They simply believed that Nie Zhaonan had used his methods to escape from their clutches.

Having never been one to reveal too much of his strength, Nie Zhaonan was even less likely to take the initiative to explain anything to Fairy Xiaofeng.

"Although I captured the leader, Crimson Shadow, does Fairy Xiaofeng really believe that the Xuanpo Crystal, such a treasure, is truly in her hands?" Nie Zhaonan did not answer directly, but said noncommittally.

"Hearing what Brother Nie said, are you sure there's something fishy about this mission?" It was unclear whether Fairy Xiaofeng truly believed him, but her expression turned serious, as if she were deep in thought.

"The timing of the appearance of the Saint-level Purple Shadow was too fast, as if it were waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump." Nie Zhaonan's expression was calm.

"With Fellow Daoist Longyang's demise, I believe the Long family will not remain indifferent, nor will my Gu family." Fairy Xiaofeng nodded gently, her heart filled with coldness. If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Nie's skill in drawing away Zi Ying on her own, she, the head of the Gu family, would have perished like Longyang, without any hope of survival.

Nie Zhaonan nodded calmly, not holding out much hope.

Since Zi Ying was able to possess Tianluo Zhenren's body and infiltrate Tianyuan City without being detected by other Nascent Soul stage elders, how could she be so easily discovered?

"Why hasn't Fellow Daoist Zhao arrived yet? Could he have met with some misfortune?" Only then did Fairy Xiaofeng realize that one person was missing.

“Regardless of whether Fellow Daoist Zhao has perished or not, there is still half a day left in the three-day period. Let’s wait until the time comes before we set off.” Nie Zhaonan said calmly as he sat down cross-legged.

Yuan Yao, Wang Ning, and Nangong Wan naturally surrounded him as well.

“What Brother Nie said is exactly what I was thinking.” Fairy Xiaofeng agreed with his opinion. She walked a few steps away with a smile and sat down calmly on a smooth rock about ten feet away from Nie Zhaonan.

As they waited, dusk approached, and the three suns overhead had already set.

It was past midnight again, and the surroundings were pitch black. Fairy Xiaofeng was starting to have doubts, thinking that Fellow Daoist Zhao would not be able to get here in time, when suddenly a deafening roar came from afar.

Then two streaks of light flew recklessly toward this place, one after the other.

"It's Fellow Daoist Zhao!" Upon recognizing the figure in the streak of light ahead, Fairy Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and she suddenly stood up.

Nie Zhaonan also looked over, but his expression faltered slightly.

At this moment, Zhao Wugui was nowhere near as spirited as when they first met, nor did he possess the imposing presence of a Heavenly Guardian of Tianyuan City.

His face was pale and bloodless, and his golden armor was tattered. His once robust body had withered due to the loss of his vital essence, making him look like a lifeless dead tree.

It was utterly miserable!

"Help me." Zhao Wugui tried to ask for help, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more.

"If you don't retreat, you'll lose your life!" Nie Zhaonan's voice was icy cold. Upon hearing this, the red shadow that was closely following behind Zhao Wugui immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"Escape!" Sensing such immense power, Chi Ying didn't hesitate and spun around, preparing to flee back the way he came.

This Crimson Shadow was also unlucky; he was one of the three who appeared later and didn't witness Nie Zhaonan suppressing the Crimson Shadow in the late-stage of the Void Refinement realm.

Otherwise, the moment they saw Nie Zhaonan, they would have turned tail and fled for their lives.

Several thunderclaps rang out rapidly. The crimson shadow, which had only escaped a few feet away, looked up casually and saw a figure with wings on its back emerge amidst the crackling electric arcs.

Nie Zhaonan chuckled, raised his hand and clenched it, causing the void to ripple, and a crimson longsword appeared in his palm.

The sword was three feet long and exquisitely crafted. Its entire body was shimmering with flames, resembling burning blood flames. The high temperature it released caused the air to tremble.

It is the Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword, one of Nie Zhaonan's many natal flying swords!

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan remained calm, and with a gentle horizontal slash, he aimed his longsword at the crimson figure below.

Silent!

A red line flashed and disappeared in an instant.

However, the red shadow below let out a wail, and a red line was clearly visible at its waist, and the two halves of its corpse fell down.

With two 'whoosh' sounds, raging flames suddenly rose from the severed wound of the corpse, engulfing it in a single burst.

In the blink of an eye, the flames mysteriously went out, leaving the area completely empty, without even a trace of ash.

Having effortlessly annihilated Chi Ying, Nie Zhaonan silently sheathed the Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword in his hand, and with a flash of his Azure Thunder Wings on his back, a barely audible thunderous sound rang out before his figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was back beside the three women.

"Brother Nie's supernatural powers are so strong that I'm afraid there is no one among the Void Refinement cultivators who can rival him!" Fairy Xiaofeng, who had witnessed Nie Zhaonan annihilate his enemy with a single sword strike, looked at him with a gleam of admiration.

“There are countless cultivators who practice extraordinary skills and secret techniques. Ancient texts also record instances of cultivators unleashing combined combat power with the physique of a Void Refinement cultivator. My strength is not enough to be considered invincible among Void Refinement cultivators.” Nie Zhaonan shook his head slightly, showing little arrogance.

"Fellow Daoist Nie is too modest. To temporarily unleash the strength of the Integration Stage using a secret technique while only at the Refinement Void stage—such a significant increase in strength would inevitably come at a price. Severe injuries are the least of one's worries; even suffering a backlash and perishing would not be uncommon. How can one compare to you, Fellow Daoist, who relies entirely on your own strength, rather than just a fleeting moment of glory?" Fairy Xiaofeng's words were full of admiration, and she was secretly pleased; this trip had truly been worthwhile.

Nie Zhaonan smiled faintly and said nothing more.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, thank you for saving my life! I will do my best to fulfill any request you may have in the future!" At this moment, Zhao Wugui landed with a flickering light, expressing his gratitude repeatedly. Anyone could hear the weakness in his voice.

But when he withdrew his light and dispelled his magic, he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His aura had weakened to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

His original early stage of the Void Refinement realm plummeted as if he were jumping off a building.

Late stage of divine transformation!

Mid-stage Nascent Soul
Early stage of Nascent Soul
He almost fell directly to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Blood Demon Escape! Fellow Daoist Zhao, you actually possess this demonic escape technique!" Faced with such a shocking backlash, Fairy Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically, and she was momentarily speechless.

"My strength is meager. In order to improve my chances of survival, even though this technique has endless side effects, I have no choice but to cultivate. However, I am seriously injured this time. Without a thousand years of painstaking recuperation, I am afraid I will not be able to return to the Void Refinement stage." A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Wugui's withered face.

"Now that everyone has arrived, and this is not a place to linger, let's leave quickly." Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan shook his head slightly, flicked his sleeve, and the Azure Spirit Shuttle shot out.

As soon as it appeared, it grew rapidly in the wind, becoming over thirty feet in size.

Nie Zhaonan naturally took the lead and stepped onto the flying shuttle, with the women following closely behind.

After catching his breath, Zhao Wugui regained a trace of magical power within his body. His face flashed with spiritual light, and he leaped up.

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