I flew on a sword at the magic academy

"Tell me quickly, what's the current situation of City Lord Nangong?" Jiang Yue asked as she walked outside.

"He was half-dead, half-alive, just hanging on by a thread. By the way, how come you went to the Valley of the Dead and became smaller and younger?" Little Taotie stared at Jiang Yue with a suspicious look.

Jiang Yue did not use the Formless Technique; she is now appearing in the world in her true form and appearance, and is truly only six years old. The cultivation level of her cultivation cannot be faked.

"Don't even mention it. I accidentally overdid it. Luckily, I caught it in time, otherwise I probably would have turned into a baby." Jiang Yue said, rubbing her forehead with a troubled expression.

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In the underground palace of the Yangxin Hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Mu Yangchun stared wide-eyed at the jade bottle in Jiang Yue's hand, his breathing becoming rapid.

"This is... the water of the Fountain of Immortality?! You actually went to the Land of the Dead!?"

He knew that there were nine immortal springs and nine sacred herbs in the Valley of the Dead, but over the long years, countless peerless geniuses had entered it, wanting to obtain the immortal springs and sacred herbs, but in the end, no one could come out alive. The danger of that deadly place was no less than that of the Immortal Spirit Ancient Domain.

"What Valley of the Dead? This was a gift from an old senior during my travels," Jiang Yue replied, not wanting to cause herself any unnecessary trouble.

If people knew that she had survived entering the Valley of the Dead, those powerful and influential forces would definitely force her to go back in to gather herbs.

"Your Highness, I will repay this great kindness with my life!"

Mu Yangchun was excited, but he didn't say much. He solemnly bowed and clasped his hands in a salute to Jiang Yue.

Only saints can venture into the Valley of the Dead. The water of the Immortal Spring can be considered a divine medicine unique to saints, and its rarity is unmatched by any other rare treasure.

"I don't need you to repay me with your life. I want the Nangong family to appoint me as their high minister." Jiang Yue took this opportunity to state her conditions.

The rank of a high-ranking official in a noble family was similar to that of a prince in the imperial court; both were bestowed titles of status and position.

However, under normal circumstances, those aristocratic families would only establish one position of Grand Minister, so the conditions for being granted the title were much more stringent than those for the royal title in the imperial court, requiring significant contributions.

Jiang Yue's original intention in saving City Lord Nangong was simply to repay a debt of gratitude, but it was also a great contribution to the Nangong family, and she was fully qualified to receive an imperial decree, so she naturally wouldn't let it go.

She already holds a royal title in the Great Xia Dynasty. If she can further align herself with the Nangong family, she will have an even stronger backer.

"I cannot decide on the position of Senior Minister, but I can speak with the head of the family, and I believe he will agree," Mu Yangchun replied.

Just then, the nine old men sitting cross-legged in different positions in the underground palace opened their eyes. Each of them looked frail, but none of them were ordinary people. They were all beings who could cause huge waves in the Three Thousand Provinces with a wave of their hands.

After carefully examining the water from the Fountain of Immortality that Mu Yangchun had brought, each of them showed a look of surprise and joy, and began to set up an isolation array.

The jade bottle was gently lifted by an invisible spiritual force and suspended in front of the Medicine Saint Cauldron. The mouth of the bottle was slightly tilted, and a drop of crystal-clear water from the Spring of Immortality flowed out.

Several peerless experts formed hand seals, and nine divine lights shot out from between their eyebrows, merging with the drop of water from the Fountain of Immortality. They transformed into strands of life essence radiating seven-colored divine light, which orderly entered the spiritual platform of City Lord Nangong.

The water of the Fountain of Immortality is extremely rare, and they dared not waste a single drop. At the same time, they were worried that the weak soul and body of City Lord Nangong would not be able to withstand it, so they did not dare to be impatient for quick results and only refined a small drop each time.

This was a very long process. The jade bottle was only the length of a finger, but the water from the Fountain of Immortality contained within it was only one-third refined by the middle of the night.

During this time, the nine peerless experts of the Nangong family all turned pale and swayed precariously, like candles in the wind and lamps in the rain.

They were truly dedicated, sparing no effort to expend their own essence and life force to neutralize the potent medicinal properties of the Undying Spring water, ensuring that Lord Nangong would not suffer too much harm.

"boom"

Suddenly, a massive earthquake struck the city lord's mansion, causing the entire underground palace to tremble violently. The expressions on the faces of several peerless experts from the Nangong family turned icy cold.

"These people really haven't given up their evil intentions!"

"Once the Ancestor's condition improves, we must settle accounts with them one by one!"

Jiang Yue frowned. With so many powerful figures guarding the City Lord's Mansion, how could anyone dare to carry out an assassination? Aren't they afraid of being purged in the future?

"Bring out the Holy Throne!" Mu Qingyang shouted, his voice echoing in all directions.

He then darted to the exit of the underground palace, stood there with his hands behind his back, to prevent any attackers from breaking in.

"boom!"

Tai'an City trembled as everyone witnessed a spectacular scene: under the pitch-black night sky, crimson clouds soared into the heavens, and dozens of crimson dragons traversed the sky, accompanied by an overwhelming pressure that enveloped the entire ancient city.

Many people's legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground in a kneeling posture.

This is an uncontrollable behavior because the intimidation penetrates to the very core of one's soul, as if facing an unapproachable deity, forcing one to submit.

"The oppressive aura of an ultimate holy weapon... The Nangong family actually brought out a weapon of this level!" Many older generation experts were shocked. They did not expect the Nangong family to care so much about City Lord Nangong, even bringing out a holy weapon to suppress their foundation.

"No, the Nangong family has never produced a saint, so where did they get an ultimate saintly weapon?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that although the Nangong family had an ancient heritage, none of them had ever attained sainthood in history, so where did they get the ultimate holy weapon?

"That's not a true ultimate holy weapon, but it's close enough; it's a quasi-holy weapon!"

"A quasi-sacred weapon? Could it be that one...?"

"Indeed, the Nangong family's heirloom—the Supreme God's Weeping Throne!"

The Supreme God's Weeping Throne of the Wise King is a quasi-sacred weapon forged by generations of sages of the Nangong family before their deaths, using their life's insights and the blood of the Three Yangs.

That kind of earth-shattering, awe-inspiring power is something that no one can withstand unless a true supreme holy weapon is born.

Inside the underground palace, beside the sacred medicine weapon, Jiang Yue was also deeply shocked, but she did not feel any pressure.

"If a quasi-sacred weapon is already this terrifying, what would it be like if it were a true ultimate sacred weapon?" Jiang Yue's heart was far from calm.

"A true ultimate holy weapon, once fully restored, unleashes unimaginable power, comparable to a full-force strike from a peak saint. Even if you possess extraordinary abilities, you have no chance to withstand it," Mu Yangchun said.

The saying "All men are but ants beneath the sage" is not just a figure of speech.

"Although our Nangong family has never produced a sage, we still have our own pride. At this moment, the throne of the Wise King is merely releasing its aura and has not yet recovered."

After a pause, Mu Yangchun continued, "Once we unleash our full power without reservation, we will not be intimidated at all, even against those Xuanmen holy lands and aristocratic families who possess supreme holy weapons. In terms of heritage and foundation, our Nangong family may not be as good as them, but when it comes to a life-or-death struggle, we have nothing to lose. It's really hard to say who will have the last laugh!"

His words also indirectly revealed an attitude: if those who want to harm Lord Nangong are really pushed to the limit, they will make those villains in the shadows pay the price, even if it means exhausting all their resources!

Since you're determined to make things difficult for me, then no one should be allowed to have an easy time either.

Before half an incense stick's time had passed, someone came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to report.

"Report to Elder Zong that the invaders have been completely annihilated, but we have discovered that they were just seven substitute puppets."

"Puppet? What kind of puppet?" Mu Yangchun asked, frowning.

"These are all corpses that have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and they were all peerless beings in life."

"Using such corpses to create puppets, and sending out seven at once, this person is really willing to spend a lot of money." Mu Yangchun sneered.

"He's just a puppet cultivator. Unless he can get his hands on a puppet of the Venerable Lord level, we'll kill as many as he comes!" A powerful member of the Nangong family said coldly.

Another person said in a deep voice, "We must not underestimate the enemy. Pass down the order: everyone must be on high alert. Anyone who dares to approach the City Lord's Mansion tonight, regardless of who they are, must be killed without exception!"

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful. Someone launched a massive attack on the city lord's mansion with a puppet army carrying a large number of forbidden artifacts, but they were all killed by the Feathered Army guarding the outside.

"The puppeteer of this batch of puppets is not the same person as the previous one, but to be able to create such a large-scale puppet army, he must be an extraordinary puppet master."

"Someone is about to use an ultimate holy weapon." An elder of the Nangong family looked worried. Through a brief divination, he predicted that someone would come with an ultimate holy weapon in the future.

"Impossible. There are only a handful of supreme holy weapons available today. If they were to use them, it would be tantamount to exposing their identities. Aren't they afraid that the Nangong family will settle scores with them in the future?"

Listening to the conversation of those powerful figures, Jiang Yue was shocked. Could it really be that a quasi-saint weapon and an ultimate saint weapon would clash head-on tonight?

If such a thing were to actually happen, it would surely cause a great sensation in the three thousand prefectures, because people have only ever seen such a scene recorded in ancient books and have never witnessed it with their own eyes.

"The one who made the move may not necessarily be one of us humans."

"Could it be a demon?"

If the Nangong family were to go to war with any holy land or aristocratic family, the entire human race would suffer, and only those of other races would benefit.

The Ghost Realm and the Demon Realm have always kept to themselves and the human race, and the exit to the human realm has been sealed off, so the most likely candidate is the Demon Race.

Time passed slowly. Just as dawn broke, a powerful pressure swept towards the City Lord's Mansion. Everyone's expression changed instantly. It was the supreme pressure of an ultimate holy weapon. Someone had really come with such a treasure!

"Activate the Throne of the Wise King!!" Mu Yangchun shouted.

"They actually dared to use an ultimate holy weapon? Do they really think our Nangong family is a pushover?!" The several peerless experts in the underground palace all had icy eyes, wishing they could go out right now and personally activate the Wise King's Throne to blast the invaders to death.

"Buzz!"

The heavens and earth trembled violently, and an indescribable, terrifying pressure swept towards the city lord's mansion.

At the same time, the Supreme God's Weeping Throne also burst forth with towering crimson light, emanating unparalleled pressure.

"Can you tell which supreme holy weapon that is?!"

Several peerless experts from the Nangong family had their eyes gleaming with divine light, wanting to see the true nature of that supreme holy weapon.

The two violent and surging forces collided, like a raging sea, causing large areas of the surrounding space to be severely distorted and collapsed.

The vast city of Tai'an trembled violently, and the city lord's mansion was also significantly affected.

Inside the underground palace, the medicinal liquid inside the Medicine Saint's meditation vessel splashed very high, causing the City Lord of Nangong's withered body to sway and nearly be shaken out of the cauldron.

"Protect our ancestors!"

"These scoundrels, when our ancestor is resurrected, we will surely settle accounts with you for what happened today!"

Several peerless experts from the Nangong family quickly intervened, stabilizing the city lord's body and allowing him to continue refining the Immortal Spring water in the Jade Purification Bottle.

"boom!"

Before long, the supreme holy weapon of unknown origin released a wisp of saintly power. In just a moment, many experts in the city lord's mansion were almost annihilated, unable to resist at all.

If they hadn't brought the Wise King's Throne out beforehand, the city lord's mansion would surely have been razed to the ground and would no longer exist.

Even so, most of the buildings in the mansion had been reduced to ruins, leaving a scene of utter desolation.

"boom!"

The throne of the Supreme God Weeps and the Wise King Shakes, crimson clouds stretch for thousands of feet, and beams of blood-red and blazing light shoot into the sky, transforming into dozens of crimson dragons.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, resisting that wisp of the saint's might.

At this moment, everyone in Tai'an City was staring intently in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. Above them, dozens of crimson dragons, like massive mountain ranges, traversed the sky, turning the entire thousand-mile expanse of sky a fiery red. The scene was spectacular and awe-inspiring.

"This is insane! Do they really have no regard for the safety of our entire city? Which supreme holy weapon is confronting the Supreme God's Weeping Throne?"

"Using such an extreme sacred weapon so blatantly, aren't they afraid of being purged by the Nangong family afterward?"

Everyone in the city was watching, eager to know which supreme holy weapon was confronting the Supreme Divine Weeping Throne of the Nangong family.

However, the person who made the move intentionally concealed their identity, and no one could see through it.

And even if someone does figure it out, they probably wouldn't dare to say it.

The roar of the dragons shook the sky, and dozens of crimson dragons seemed to coil above the city lord's mansion, like dozens of majestic mountain ranges cutting across the heavens.

That was not some strange phenomenon, but rather the culmination of the Dao achievements of generations of sages and predecessors of the Nangong family.

The Nangong family did not possess any supreme holy weapons. In order to prevent their descendants from being oppressed and to ensure that the family had a weapon to pass down through generations to suppress its foundation and ensure its long-lasting legacy, the sages of the past forged the Sage King's Throne.

Every patriarch, elder, and renowned figure in the Nangong family would separate their life's cultivation and refine it into the Sage King's Throne before their death.

Thus, through the painstaking efforts of generation after generation, the Throne of Sages has reached the level of a quasi-sacred weapon, and has the ability to rival the ultimate sacred weapons.