Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 93

He put away the spiritual swords, swallowed a Spirit Ascension Pill, and simultaneously refined the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, advancing steadily. Having just gained insight, his mood was joyful, and even his cultivation progressed faster.

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Meanwhile, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, a tattered, sword-bearing woman arrived. Her figure was graceful, but her upward gaze revealed a hideously scarred and burned face. The long sword on her back was peculiar, wrapped in black cloth from hilt to blade, concealing its true form. Such a style existed in the martial world, but combined with her appearance, it was unusual.

The Wudang disciples were startled by such a peculiar person. “Who goes there? Stop!” While Wudang didn’t reject visitors, they wouldn’t let unknown individuals ascend the mountain easily.

The disfigured woman took a deep breath, looked directly at the Wudang disciples, and said, word by word, “Ji Xiaofu of the Emei Sect, seeking an audience with the Little Immortal of Wudang!”

Ji Xiaofu’s heart was filled with sorrow. In Just overnight, the Emei Sect was wiped out, and she only escaped with the Heaven-Reliant Sword thanks to her master, Miejue Shitai’s, plan.

But her appearance was also ruined. Wandering the martial world in fear, she often dreamed of her master’s, junior sisters’, and elders’ tragic deaths.

Overwhelming hatred surged within her, numbing her to the pain of her nails digging into her flesh. She looked at Tianzhu Peak with despair and hope. This might be her last hope.

Ji Xiaofu’s words fell into silence, and the Wudang disciples were shocked. The Emei Sect? Wasn’t it destroyed? How could someone suddenly appear at the foot of Wudang Mountain?

The leading disciple quickly composed himself and asked, “How can you prove your identity?” Ji Xiaofu gave a bitter smile, her face appearing even more hideous. She shook her internal power, and the black cloth on her back sword disintegrated into fragments, revealing a sword with a blade like autumn water and green waves.

On the blade, three striking characters were engraved: Heaven-Reliant Sword! “The Heaven-Reliant Sword is here, presented to the Little Immortal!” Ji Xiaofu’s eyes grew resolute.

The Wudang disciples exchanged glances, realizing this was beyond their ability to handle. “Please follow us up the mountain!” They dared not delay, leading Ji Xiaofu to Tianzhu Peak to meet the current second senior brother, Yu Lianzhou.

Later, she appeared outside the Sutra Pavilion. Ning Changge had just set down his Daoist scripture when Yu Lianzhou hurriedly entered. “Junior Brother…” Ning Changge nodded slightly. “I already know. Let her in.”

His spiritual consciousness enveloped Tianzhu Peak, so he knew everything as Ji Xiaofu ascended, and it didn’t surprise him. Ning Changge sat on the Spirit Jade Dao Platform, meeting the respectful Ji Xiaofu. His gaze lingered on her face before shifting to the Heaven-Reliant Sword she respectfully held.

A sense of life’s mysteries arose within him. A burst of spiritual light was blinding. The Heaven-Reliant Sword was indeed a spiritual item, just as Song Yuanqiao and the others had thought. Moreover, it was a water-earth dual-element spiritual item, precisely what Ning Changge lacked.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber contained metal and wood, while the Heaven-Reliant Sword contained water and earth. Such coincidences made Ning Changge intensely curious about the master craftsman who forged them. Was it truly a coincidence that only the fire element was missing?

But now wasn’t the time to ponder such things. Ji Xiaofu glanced at the celestial Daoist sitting on the Spirit Jade Dao Platform, her heart shaken. Hearing about him was nothing compared to seeing him in person. Today, she realized how extraordinary the Little Immortal of Wudang was, beyond what the mortal world should possess.

Even when the mountain gate was sealed, she occasionally heard rumors of the Little Immortal. After the sect’s destruction, she narrowly escaped death and frequently heard people mention the Little Immortal in the martial world.

She respectfully knelt, bowing low, holding the Heaven-Reliant Sword above her head, and said, “Ji Xiaofu has come to present the sword to the Little Immortal!” Ning Changge’s expression remained unchanged. He wouldn’t accept karma without reason, so he calmly said, “State your terms.”

Ji Xiaofu wouldn’t come to Wudang just to give him the sword for free. The reason was easy to guess. Ji Xiaofu’s body trembled violently. She felt as if that gaze saw through her thoughts, and she bit her lip, trembling and weeping, “Ji Xiaofu wishes to use the Heaven-Reliant Sword as a bargaining chip, asking the Little Immortal to avenge Emei!”