After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

A cold wind rose around Ning Yue, firmly fixing the boy in place.

The terrifying pressure rendered him unable to move an inch, leaving him only able to tremble uncontrollably as he stared at Ning Yue.

Ning Yue lowered his sword and plunged it into his right abdomen.

She said in a deep voice—

"Was that man in black robes today also you? What is your purpose in deliberately approaching us?"

The boy's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and a trail of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes darted around rapidly, and a few seconds later, the panic completely disappeared.

He curled his lips into a smile, as if he were quite pleased.

"...So what if it's me? Instead of asking me what my purpose is, why don't you turn around and look at your senior brothers and sisters?"

Ning Yue suddenly turned around—

His eyes widened suddenly!

For some unknown reason, Shi Yinghan and the others stood there blankly.

His robes were covered in blood and had several tears.

—It was because her spiritual power erupted at that time that she was injured by the flying debris of wooden planks in the air!

The little pets had already fled in panic and disappeared without a trace.

When the oppressive aura erupted, Ning Yue paid no attention to her surroundings.

They were used to Shi Yinghan and the others being able to protect themselves and dodge in time.

So I think so this time too.

In order to restrain the boy as soon as possible, she had to release her aura while also keeping an eye on the ordinary people around her.

I never expected Shi Yinghan and the others to be in this state.

He appeared dazed and confused, completely lacking the ability to move or perceive anything.

Even with so many wounds on its body, it showed no reaction whatsoever.

Ning Yue continued to release his oppressive aura, drew his longsword, and struck the boy's left abdomen again.

"Pfft—" He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Yue's eyes turned icy: "What did you do to them?"

"...It's nothing." The boy smiled gently, and as the curve of his lips deepened, wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face.

The wrinkles on his face increased, and the boy's fair face suddenly became dry, wrinkled, and shrunken, with his skin gradually darkening.

There was no boy left; he clearly looked like an old man.

The straight back bent uncontrollably; it was the man in black robes from this morning!

Damn! It really was him!

Ning Yue frowned in disgust, raised his sword, and swung it at his face.

A long gash ran from the corner of his eye all the way to behind his ear.

"Ah—!" He held his face in his hands, in pain but dared not touch it, and could only writhe his fingers and howl in agony.

Without exception, all the cultivators here are at the Qi Refining stage.

Except for Ning Yue, she could easily hurt him.

Ning Yue's eyes were filled with impatience and irritation.

He actually dared to attack his senior brothers and sisters; he's really courting death.

Ning Yue's voice was cold and devoid of warmth.

"Whatever you did, immediately restore your senior brothers and sisters to their original state, otherwise—"

He raised his sword again and plunged it deep into his heart.

Ning Yue stopped an inch from his heart.

"—I'll take your life."

His hoarse howls of pain suddenly stopped, cold sweat poured down his face, but a strange, excited look kept creeping into his eyes.

"Interesting... As expected of you, Ning Yue."

Ning Yue tightened his grip on the sword, bringing it even closer to the man's heart: "Want to die?"

"Fifteen minutes later..." he gasped for breath.

"I temporarily extracted a wisp of their souls, which will be restored in a quarter of an hour."

Ning Yue nodded and pulled the flower from his heart: "...What do you want to do with me?"

"Let's see what the legendary Ning Yue is all about—uh!"

His voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened abruptly, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"You...you...!"

Ning Yue remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion, as the long sword in his hand pierced through his chest.

The cold blade reflected a blood-red light. Ning Yue narrowed his eyes, his gaze icy and chilling.

"If you have the guts to do it, you should have the guts to die, right, Elder Soul-Seizing?"

The Soul-Capturing Elder's pupils suddenly contracted: "You...you..."

Capture the soul.

Ning Yue had only heard of one person use this chilling technique.

She once attempted to kill the Purgatory Sect elder, Soul Stealer, within the Fusang Sect.

Ning Yue successfully captured a wisp of Elder Shehun's soul, only to realize that it was Shehun who had been frequently attacking her within the sect.

At that time, Ji Feng took her to the sect to demand an explanation, but the Purgatory Sect claimed that Elder Soul-Seizing had already fled to the lower realm and did not hand him over.

But Ning Yue had never met any Soul-Seizing Elder, never even seen him, let alone formed an enmity with him.

She joined the Fusang Sect quite early, and from then on, Shehun harbored murderous intent towards her.

Or even earlier...

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes, in response to Xiao Hua's first prediction.

—The black-robed figure who never appeared, and her tragic end of being killed.

But as her strength increased, the outcome changed...

Regardless of his motives for wanting her dead.

He said he attacked his senior brothers and sisters, capturing their souls, and repeatedly put her in danger.

He deserves to die.

Ning Yue, of course, would not show any mercy.

The Soul-Stealing One was hunched over, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

As expected of a cultivator, their physical condition is indeed excellent, having suffered such severe injuries and bled for so long.

It's amazing that it can still stand.

Ning Yue held the sword, her youthful and bright face filled with indifference.

The sharp blade stirred up a cold wind, and several bright sword lights flashed by haphazardly.

It was impossible to see any subtle movements at all.

The strong wind disappeared, leaving only a few gruesome blood clots on the ground, indistinguishable from flesh.

After Ning Yue came to the cultivation world, she tried her best not to kill anyone. In her previous life, she had a lot of blood on her hands and had killed many people.

He was eventually killed, but when he woke up in this world, he felt that being reborn was a good experience and didn't intend to take lives easily.

But to her surprise, the person jumped right onto her nose.

Is there nothing that can be done? You brought this on yourself, so who can you blame?

Ning Yue cast a cleansing spell on the living flower.

Xiao Hua brought out herbs and healing books, and set up an invisibility shield around herself.

He surrounded his fellow disciples, sat down on the spot, and began flipping through books, searching for a way to return his soul to his body.

Both the little grass and the giant python came out and helped Ning Yue grind the medicine.

After they took the pills, Ning Yue transferred spiritual energy to them one by one, which finally stabilized their condition.

Ning Yue rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the blurry lump of blood.

His expression was inscrutable. He flicked a flame with his fingertip and burned it completely.

It's impossible for him to die so easily.

Ning Yue was absolutely certain that a powerful move was waiting for her.

Before she could think it through, a flurry of noisy footsteps approached.

A group of people wearing specially made armor and carrying weapons made of black iron suddenly appeared.

A small squad of soldiers?

Ning Yue frowned slightly.

"We are ordered to investigate. There was a recent fluctuation of spiritual energy here. Were there any cultivators fighting here?"

One of the men, with a stern face, addressed the ordinary people around him.

Is this... to arrest her?

Ning Yue activated his invisibility shield in advance, attracting a large number of curious onlookers who walked around him, but none of them could detect him.

The lower realm also has its own rules. Cultivators cannot fight each other at will. Although the cultivation realm of cultivators is suppressed to the Qi Refining stage, they still possess many weapons and magical treasures.

The damage caused will be very serious.

Therefore, the punishment for cultivators engaging in private duels in the lower realms is extremely severe.

In particular, this pure fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Even the pressure stone couldn't suppress it...

This shows just how terrifying this person's spiritual power and strength are.