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Humans certainly have powerful beings capable of rivaling thousand-year-old demons, but these are all due to their superior magic, magical artifacts, and the ability to control demons, rather than their inherent ability to contend with thousand-year-old demons. There has never been an exception.

But now, the Ghost Mother of the Yin Wind feels that she may be seeing a ghost.

What am I?

Nie Xiaoqian's lips curled into a smile, a smile tinged with a sinister edge. The murderous aura she had accumulated from killing tens of thousands of people surged forth, instantly causing the resentment in the heavens and earth to tremble!

A monstrous demonic intent and demonic nature surged forth, mixing with malevolent energy, resentment, and yin energy, forming a darkness that filled the entire basement!

"I'm someone you can't afford to mess with."

She raised her right hand, fingers spread, and for the first time since the start of the war, she made her move—

Nine Netherworld Seal!

A giant palm print materialized in front of her, semi-transparent, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, while crimson flames danced within its palm!

Yin and Yang intertwine, life and death are intertwined!

Before that palm strike was even delivered, the Yin Wind Ghost Mother already felt a shiver emanating from the depths of her soul!

She tried to hide and escape, but found that her body was locked by an invisible force and she couldn't move at all!

The Yin Wind Demon Mother was horrified. This demonic nature, this demonic energy, this demonic power—how could this be a human being? It was clearly an unparalleled demon!

"We surrender! We surrender!!"

boom--!!!

The palm print landed.

It was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the Yin Wind Demon Mother slumped to the ground, her face blank.

On the ground in front of her, a huge palm print, several feet deep, appeared.

Outside the palm print, there wasn't even a crack, demonstrating Nie Xiaoqian's extraordinary control over her power.

In the corner, Hong Ji collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide open, as if her soul had been ripped away.

She looked at the terrified Ghost Mother, then at the young and beautiful figure standing with her hands behind her back. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Lord Ghost Mother...

The most powerful demon within a radius of hundreds of miles...

He was... paralyzed with fear after being struck by a single palm?

She shivered violently, and her gaze toward Nie Xiaoqian was filled with unprecedented fear.

Hong Ji sat slumped in the distance, staring at that figure, unable to move for a long time.

So, you were just playing around with the ghost mother all that time?

Nie Xiaoqian took two steps forward, looking down at the Yin Wind Ghost Mother who was slumped on the ground: "Well, can we talk about submission now?"

The Ghost Mother of Yin Wind trembled and hurriedly nodded, "Y-yes! Whatever you say! This humble demon will have no objection!"

Nie Xiaoqian nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Hong Ji in the corner: "Hong Ji?"

Hong Ji knelt down with a thud, not daring to raise her head: "Hong, Xiao Hong will have no objections! From now on, Xiao Hong is yours! If you tell Xiao Hong to go east, Xiao Hong will never go west!"

"very good."

"Nie Xiaoqian" clapped her hands, and the smile on her face gradually widened.

She crouched down, reached out, and lightly lifted the chin of the Yin Wind Demon Mother:

"Don't tremble. I'm not some man-eating demon. Follow me, and your future will be darker than if you were here as a mountain king."

Huh? Shouldn't it be light?

The Ghost Mother of Yin Wind had her chin lifted, feeling the touch from those slender fingers. Thinking that it was this very hand that had just struck out that terrifying palm print, goosebumps rose all over her body.

She, a tiger demon who had cultivated for hundreds of years and ruled over hundreds of miles, was now like a kitten whose scruff of the neck had been pinched in front of a young human woman, not daring to move an inch.

She had witnessed the overwhelming malevolent aura and demonic intent just now, and she understood that this was indeed not a human being, but clearly some old demon who had come out to play in the human world!

But she didn't dare to say it.

She could only nod vigorously, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty is right! Your Majesty is wise and mighty, unparalleled in the world! It is, it is the blessing of eight lifetimes that this little demon can follow Your Majesty!"

"Nie Xiaoqian" patted her head with satisfaction: "Good girl."

Then she stood up, her gaze sweeping over the walls covered with books and objects, a glint of interest flashing in her eyes.

"Alright." She stretched her wrists. "First, sort out everything here and see what good stuff we have."

Chapter 170 As expected, rogue cultivators are just scavenging for trash everywhere.

One hour later.

In the open space in the center of the underground space, several piles of items were arranged in categories.

One pile consisted of book scrolls, stacked as high as a small mountain, numbering several hundred volumes.

There were hundreds of items of all kinds, including swords, magic weapons, bottles, and jars.

There was also a pile of scattered miscellaneous items, such as jade pendants, copper coins, and tokens.

Nie Xiaoqian sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up a yellowed book, and read it: "The Record of the Beautiful Ghosts of the Mountain Village".

"Hmm..." King Nie pondered for a moment, then put down the erotic novel that had inexplicably appeared in the sect's treasury and called Hong Ji over: "Little Hong, can you read?"

Hongji nodded quickly: "Xiaohong had studied for a few years before she died and knew some characters."

"Alright, could you help me sort these books out by category? Cultivation techniques, spells, miscellaneous notes, history, geography, and so on... put them away neatly."

"Yes!" Hong Ji quickly stepped forward and began to organize the books.

Nie Xiaoqian stood up, walked to the pile of objects, picked up a rusty iron sword, examined it for a moment, shook her head, and threw it away.

He picked up a broken bronze mirror, looked at the crack running through its surface, sighed, and put it down.

I looked through several items, but they were either completely devoid of their spiritual essence, severely damaged and unusable, or just useless junk.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

After going through all that trouble to fight and unearth such a treasure trove, all it turns out to be is junk?

It's not difficult at all. I just came here to pick up trash.

At this moment, the Yin Wind Demon Mother spoke up: "Your Majesty, are you looking for a usable magical artifact?"

Without turning her head, Nie Xiaoqian replied, "Nonsense, otherwise why would I be rummaging through all this junk?"

The Yin Wind Demon Mother hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, you may not know this, but the Flowing Cloud Sect has been wiped out for over a hundred years. These magical artifacts have been neglected for years and have been corroded by the yin and filth of this world. I'm afraid very few have survived to this day..."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the pile of objects, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Your Majesty, that flying sword!"

Following her gaze, Nie Xiaoqian saw a silver-white sword stuck diagonally in the corner of the pile of objects.

The sword was about three feet long, with a slender blade and a silvery-white body. In the dim light, it gleamed with a faint luster, forming a stark contrast with the rusty objects around it.

She reached out and drew the white iron sword. It was slightly cool to the touch, and the blade vibrated gently, emitting a clear and melodious sword hum.

A pure, sharp feeling, carrying a certain aura of exorcism, emanated from the sword, invigorating her spirit.

"What a fine sword!" Her eyes lit up, and she casually tossed the sword aside. The white iron sword flew out in an instant, leaving a trail of cold sword light.

The sword light drew a silver arc in the air, silently slicing a nearby boulder in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

"This sword still retains its spirituality, and it has an additional power to restrain demons and monsters." A hint of apprehension appeared in the eyes of the Yin Wind Ghost Mother.

"Although the Liuyun Sect is not considered a prominent sect, they are still quite skilled in weapon crafting. This sword would have been considered a fine piece back then."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded in satisfaction, held the white iron sword in her hand and played with it for a while, then put it aside. "Is there anything else that can be used?"

The Yin Wind Demon Mother rummaged through the pile of artifacts for a while and found two more barely usable magical artifacts:

A small flag, entirely black, with its surface woven from some kind of black silk thread and embroidered with intricate water patterns, makes a faint sound of flowing water when waved, and can even create a channel in the water.

A palm-sized bronze bell, its surface covered in verdigris, produced a clear, ringing sound with a gentle shake. The sound seemed to penetrate the heart, making even a powerful demon like the Yin Wind Demon Mother feel uneasy, as if something was buzzing in her mind.

Apart from these three magical artifacts, the other objects either had lost all their spiritual power and become pure scrap metal, or were just useless junk.

"What a pity," sighed the Yin Wind Ghost Mother. "Although the Flowing Cloud Sect wasn't top-tier back then, it was still quite powerful and had many formidable magical artifacts. Now it seems they've all been destroyed."

"Having these three things is already quite good."

Nie Xiaoqian carefully put away the flying sword, the small flag, and the bell, and then pulled out a thin book from the pile of books that Hong Ji had organized.

The book cover had several neat characters written on it: "Complete Collection of Ghost-Suppressing Talismans".

She opened it and found it filled with various talisman designs, along with detailed drawing methods and usage instructions.

It is said that as long as you use cinnabar mixed with rooster blood as ink and draw it precisely on yellow talisman paper, it will work.

"This kind of general knowledge can be drawn by any Taoist practitioner who has achieved some success in cultivation. It's not a secret, and its power is quite ordinary, which is why it's placed on the bookshelf," Yin Feng Gui Mu explained.

She remembered the king mentioning inheritance earlier, and immediately guessed what was going on, quickly explaining:

"All sects in the world, including the Flowing Cloud Sect, pass on their knowledge orally and do not keep it on paper. Only those disciples who are not very talented and cannot remember everything will make some notes and carry them with them, but such notes will definitely not be kept in the sect's treasury."

Upon hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian sighed. Sure enough, it was too naive to think that one could obtain a complete cultivation inheritance by picking up trash.

However, she wasn't too disappointed. After all, she hadn't had high expectations. It was just picking up trash, and she was happy as long as she didn't work for nothing.

With a flying sword that wards off evil, a water-dividing flag, a soul-suppressing bell, and a complete book of talismans, this is quite a good harvest for a newbie who has only been in this world for three days.

She packed everything up, clapped her hands, and said, "Alright, let's go back now."

The journey back to Fengshui Village was much easier than the way there.

The Yin Wind Demon Mother transformed into her true form and carried King Nie away, while the little ghost Hong Ji was held in the king's arms and teased at will, having a great time.

As they approached Fengshui Village, "Nie Xiaoqian" stopped and gazed at the few houses in the distance still lit by faint flames, lost in thought.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Yin Feng Gui Mu approached and asked cautiously.

"I'm thinking about how to take both of you with me and bring you along," Nie Xiaoqian said, stroking her chin. "Hongji is easy to handle; she can hide inside the golden hairpin, making her easy to carry. But you..."

She looked the Yin Wind Demon Mother up and down, now that she had transformed back into a tall woman: "You're such a big tiger, you can't expect me to lead you around, can you?"

Hong Ji is easy to deal with. Although she can't be exposed to the sun as a ghost, she can go back into the hairpin and clean her hair.