Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 97

Facing the oncoming masters, though only newly innate, she remained unflustered.

Her hand rested on her chest, where the three spiritual swords pulsed warmly.

Buzz!!

Another seemingly calm wave erupted from Ji Xiaofu, spreading invisible shockwaves, carrying not only a terrifying sword intent but also surging sword aura!

The Demon Sect experts’ expressions changed.

They finally understood why Yang Xuyan had died so suddenly.

“Retreat! She carries the sword intent of a peerless swordsman!”

You Niaojuan shouted, his face filled with fear.

But it was too late.

The invisible sword aura was unimaginably sharp. Even the slightest ripple of sword intent was terrifying.

Squelch, squelch, squelch!!

The sound of flesh being sliced was piercing, heads flew skyward as if mowed down.

Headless bodies sprayed blood high into the air, then collapsed lifelessly.

Over a dozen Demon Sect experts, including renowned grandmasters, were instantly killed, not even reaching Ji Xiaofu. You Niaojuan, one of the Demon Sect’s top eight experts, was no match for ordinary martial artists.

The crowd was horrified, speculating: “Whose hand is behind the peerless sword intent Ji Xiaofu carries?”

They realized Ji Xiaofu hadn’t come to Emei to die; she had a trump card.

As they feared her, they couldn’t help but speculate.

Zhang Lingyu was curious. The sword intent and aura seemed familiar. He glanced at the calm Song Yuanqiao and couldn’t help but ask: “Daoist Song, do you know?”

Song Yuanqiao smiled faintly, speaking softly: “A few days ago, Miss Ji visited our Wudang.”

Zhang Lingyu’s eyes widened.

So it was him!

It all made sense now. He hoped more Demon Sect experts would come, or there might not be enough to kill.

Ji Xiaofu continued forward, her steps slow, as if reminiscing about this once-familiar place.

Today might be the last chance to see it.

She didn’t glance at the headless bodies around her, only smirked: “If the Demon Sect has so many experts, send them to die! That day on Emei, you didn’t hide like this. Why act like petty thieves today?”

Silence fell.

Only the howling wind remained, dark clouds layered thickly, blocking the sun. The blood of the Demon Sect experts filled the air with a metallic scent.

“Master, senior sisters… this is the first batch of companions I’ve sent to join you…”

Ji Xiaofu murmured to herself.

Then she smiled, a grim smile on her disfigured face, as she looked at the figures appearing ahead.

“Finally, you’ve come out.”

The onlookers were shocked.

They saw the powerful, sinister Demon Sect experts, their eyes filled with dread.

Tianjun Xi Ying, Demon Commander Zhao Deyan, Ziwu Sword Zuo Youxian, Fat Jia Anlong, and the most unfathomable, Evil King Shi Zhixuan!

Only Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan and Bi Chen Rong Fengxiang were absent; the rest were all present.

Behind them stood many Demon Sect members, solemn and upright.

The martial artists gasped.

Six of the Demon Sect’s top eight experts were present, including the fallen You Niaojuan.

Someone sensed something amiss.

The Demon Sect was divided. Who could rally so many experts together?

“Could it be that the Evil King has ascended to the Land Immortal level and is uniting the Demon Sect?”

This thought arose, and Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Lingyu exchanged a grave look. If true, it spelled trouble.

Ming’s experts began to move, subtly surrounding the Demon Sect experts. This was Ming’s territory, and allowing the Great Sui Demon Sect to act so brazenly would tarnish Ming’s martial reputation.

The Demon Sect experts were indifferent.

Tianjun Xi Ying licked his lips. He was a disciple of the Emotionless Path, ranked fourth among the Demon Sect’s top eight, already at the Heaven-Man level. He looked at Ji Xiaofu, clicking his tongue: “I didn’t expect we missed a little fish like you that night, making us come for nothing.”

Zhao Deyan said little, his eyes dark.

“Hand over the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and you can keep your corpse intact. Otherwise, you’ll suffer a fate worse than death.”

The other Demon Sect experts glared at Ji Xiaofu, some with provocation and arrogance. Only Shi Zhixuan looked on indifferently, as if Ji Xiaofu were an insignificant ant, easily crushed.

Ji Xiaofu laughed.

“Good, you’re all here. Saves me the trouble of finding you one by one.”

She laughed happily, genuinely happy.

She hadn’t expected the Demon Sect members to be so arrogant. All those who had attacked Emei were present. The small fry were unavoidable, but she wouldn’t spare these main experts.

She thought today would require more effort, but now it seemed unnecessary.

“After today, you can return to your master.”

Ji Xiaofu touched the spiritual swords on her chest, speaking softly, as if sensing the swords’ intent.

They responded with a tremor.

“Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!”

Xi Ying saw Ji Xiaofu’s madness and snorted coldly: “It seems this little girl has gone mad. No matter, I’ll capture her and interrogate her slowly!”

With that, he struck decisively, his exposed hand turning deep purple, a powerful energy hand reaching for Ji Xiaofu. His skill, Purple Qi Heaven Net, was best at controlling enemies.

The crowd tensed.

They saw the familiar sword aura around Ji Xiaofu, capable of easily slaying masters.

As the familiar scene replayed, Tianjun Xi Ying’s eyes flashed with caution, though he scoffed: “A mere trick. A mere sword intent against a Heaven-Man?!”

The purple energy hand gathered the world’s power, the Heaven-Man force combined with Purple Qi Heaven Net, its might unparalleled, crushing the invisible sword aura.

But Xi Ying underestimated the sword aura.

As it exploded, the energy hand shattered.

Xi Ying’s face darkened, his attack unsuccessful, feeling humiliated, his expression black as a kettle pot.

Ji Xiaofu remained unfazed.

Only she knew the true power of the spiritual swords the Little Immortal had given her. The sword intent and aura were merely the swords’ external power.

Facing the many Demon Sect experts, Ji Xiaofu finally acted.

Under countless watchful eyes, she bowed deeply, her voice filled with unprecedented respect: “Please, Little Immortal’s spiritual sword!”

As her words fell, invisible waves surged, the dark clouds above seemed to pause, the raging wind stilled, and astonishing light erupted from Ji Xiaofu’s body.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!

A clear sword hum sounded, initially low, but quickly transformed into a celestial dragon’s roar!

The crowd was still reeling from Ji Xiaofu’s words, then instinctively widened their eyes.

Three brilliant lights rose from Ji Xiaofu’s bosom, instantly transforming into streams of light shooting skyward. The crowd watched as red, green, and gold lights chased each other in the sky, like dragons, like rainbows!

On Mount Emei, ten thousand swords sang.

They bowed to the three dragons in the sky, the swordsmen stunned. No matter how they controlled their swords, they couldn’t stop the trembling hum.

Until the three rainbow lights descended, circling Ji Xiaofu, the crowd saw clearly.

These weren’t rainbows; they were three spiritual swords!

One like red fire, one like divine gold, one like spiritual wood, dazzling and imposing, their aura terrifying, chilling everyone to the bone.

Those who had visited Wudang recognized the swords, exclaiming in shock: “These… these are the Little Immortal of Wudang’s spiritual swords!!”

Everyone stared at Ji Xiaofu, dumbfounded.

Ji Xiaofu had summoned the Little Immortal’s spiritual swords!

Only now did they understand the source of the sword aura and intent that had easily slain the Demon Sect experts, and why Ji Xiaofu was so confident!

For a moment, on Mount Emei, gasps echoed continuously!