With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"You want me to go to Changyang Temple with you?" Nangong Wu sneered. "Ling Yangzi went to great lengths to capture me, just to prolong Zhou Shaorong's life!"

The two Taoist priests' expressions changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Nangong Wu, we don't know what you're talking about," the middle-aged Taoist priest said. "We advise you to come with us obediently, or don't blame us for being impolite! You'll suffer the consequences."

"Then this princess will not listen to you. I want to see how impolite you are!" Nangong Wu sneered.

"Simply incorrigible." The middle-aged Taoist priest took out a bell, shook it with one hand, made hand seals with the other, and chanted incantations.

"Ring ring... Ring ring..."

Nangong Wu's eyes were full of mockery, looking at them as if they were clowns.

When Xuan Qingzi first tried to control her with the Soul-Capturing Bell, her soul was almost torn from her body. Having suffered a loss once, how could she possibly do it a second time?

The two Taoist priests were full of confidence, thinking that Nangong Wu would be in so much pain that she would fall to the ground and beg for mercy.

however!

Nangong Wu is done pretending!

"A charlatan, a charlatan."

"You're actually alright?" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at her with great curiosity, and shook the bell in his hand even faster.

After a while, Nangong Wu was still standing there unharmed.

"How is this possible?"

She was clearly under their control with the Soul-Capturing Bell just now.

"Senior brother, is your bell malfunctioning?" The young Taoist priest thought there was something wrong with his bell, so he took out his own bell and shook it.

"Nangong Wu." Bei Chenyan looked at her with eyes full of worry.

"What are you worried about? Do you think their broken bell can control me?" Nangong Wu sneered disdainfully. "You really underestimate me."

Time passed slowly, and Nangong Wu remained unharmed, while both Taoist priests were sweating profusely.

"How is this possible!"

"Senior brother, this evil spirit is too powerful; we can't catch her at all." The young Taoist looked at Nangong Wu with fear in his eyes.

This woman is clearly a soul from another world, so why can't they subdue her?

"Senior brother, this evil spirit is quite powerful. Why don't we go back first and let the sect leader come and capture her himself?" The young Taoist was a little scared.

"You think you can just leave now that you've come?" Nangong Wu sneered again, taking out a talisman. "You've had your fun, it's my turn."

"What do you want to do?"

"How do you have talismans?"

The two Taoist priests exchanged surprised glances when they saw her actually take out talismans.

No wonder their magic failed; it turns out Nangong Wu had a talisman on her.

But how did this woman come to have talismans?

With their magic, ordinary talismans couldn't protect her soul at all. Who was the master helping her?

Nangong Wu quickly drew a few strokes on the talisman with her fingers, and suddenly it burst into flames, setting the talisman ablaze.

At the same time, the bells in the hands of the two Taoist priests suddenly burst into flames, startling them so much that they dropped them.

"My bell!" the young Taoist priest exclaimed.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked on in disbelief.

Their magical artifacts were actually destroyed by Nangong Wu with a single talisman?

"Nangong Wu, so it was you who did this?" The young Taoist priest's face turned pale as he suddenly realized how terrifying she was.

However, a soul from another world is so terrifying.

"Nangong Wu, since you're going to refuse a polite offer and then drink a forfeit, just wait and see." The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at them with a sinister gaze, flicked his long sleeves, and turned to leave. "Let's go!"

"You think you can just leave after messing with me?" Nangong Wu raised her hand, and the Gatling gun appeared in her hand.

"You really are a demon!"

The two Taoist priests were so startled when they saw the object that appeared out of thin air in her hand that they were about to run away.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..." Six gun barrels spewed out blazing flames.

The two Taoist priests were very fast, but they ran a little too late and their bodies were riddled with arrows.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at her, "You dare kill us..." He collapsed before he could finish speaking.

Nangong Wu put away the Gatling gun, walked over and kicked him hard. "Just because you are from Changyang Temple, you think that people from Changyang Temple are superior, so this princess doesn't dare to kill you."

"Let me tell you, I will not only kill you all, but I will also wipe out the entire Changyang Temple. This is the consequence you deserve for offending me."

The middle-aged Taoist priest tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes forever.

Bei Chenyan walked over to her and said, "Shall we leave here first?"

Nangong Wu turned around and looked at the people from Wujian Pavilion. "You've found the Seven-Colored Lotus, haven't you?"

"Yes, we found it." A man answered her, then introduced himself, "My name is Wei Yang. You can call me by my name from now on, Your Highness."

"Your name is Wei Yang, right?" Nangong Wu nodded slightly to him. "Thank you for finding the Seven-Colored Lotus for me."

"You're welcome." Wei Yang quickly waved his hand, stealing a glance at Bei Chenyan. "It's what we should do."

"Let's go now! Once you've harvested the Seven-Colored Lotus, I, the princess, will reward you handsomely." After saying this, Nangong Wu walked towards her horse.

The two horses seemed to have gotten used to the sound of their gunfire, and were no longer afraid of the fierce fighting just now, standing still and waiting.

"Let's get out of the city first," Bei Chenyan said to Wei Yang.

They killed so many people today, so all their subordinates must leave with them.

"Yes!" Wei Yang waved to the people behind him, "Let's go!"

Seeing that someone was seriously injured, Nangong Wu gave him her horse, and she and Beichen Yan rode together on one.

Wei Yang led the Wujian Pavilion members, using his lightness skill to walk ahead and lead the way towards the north gate.

There were just as many soldiers guarding the north gate as there were guards at the south gate, but none of them paid any attention to what had just happened.

Upon seeing them approach, the city guards seemed to recognize them and were so startled that they all ran away.

After running for more than a mile outside the city, a man with more than a dozen horses was waiting there.

They didn't speak, but leaped onto their horses, one for each of them, and Nangong Wu also rode one herself.

They walked for about twenty miles before Nangong Wu made everyone stop.

"What's wrong?" Bei Chenyan pulled on the horse's reins.

"It's too cold there, you don't need to send so many people with you," Nangong Wu said.

"Princess, we live just ahead, it's only a dozen or so miles to our destination," Wei Yang said to them.

"Alright." Nangong Wu raised her riding whip.

The group continued on their journey.

After walking another ten miles or so, they came to a small village, consisting of a dozen or so sparsely scattered low houses.

"We're here!" Wei Yang pointed forward. "We're right there."

The group soon arrived at the small village.

"The Pavilion Master has arrived!" someone came out to greet him.

Bei Chenyan pulled on the reins and said to Nangong Wu, "Let's rest here for a while."

"Okay." Nangong Wu nodded and dismounted.

"Greetings, Pavilion Master." The person who came out to greet him bowed to Bei Chenyan.

"Okay." Bei Chenyan nodded and handed the two horses to him.

"Lord, Princess, please follow me." Wei Yang led them to a mud-walled house.