I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals-Chapter 371: Nascent Soul Killing Tribulation

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Chapter 371: Nascent Soul Killing Tribulation

Several days later, Lan Chang'an and Purple Mist Fairy entered the territory of the Great Yu Kingdom, traveling through the Nine Fiery Heavens.

Lan Chang'an’s harvest from this trip was immense, leaving him in high spirits. Traveling alongside a heavenly beauty, he found pleasure in both the journey and the elegant presence beside him.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he instinctively performed a divination calculation.

The power of fate divination swirled around his fingertips, capturing a shift in destiny.

What had been a normal reading of fortune and misfortune now showed a blood-stained omen—a sign of a murderous calamity.

"Senior Sister Jiang, something is wrong—"

Lan Chang'an’s expression turned grim as he scanned the surroundings, his voice solemn and urgent.

Without hesitation, Purple Mist Fairy unleashed her Nascent Soul spiritual sense, instantly covering a radius of over a hundred li.

Moments later, she sensed the anomaly.

At the edges of her perception, countless tiny black dots surged forward like a dark tidal wave, cutting off their path back to Yunxia Sect.

"Black Scorpion Swarm!"

Purple Mist Fairy’s delicate face paled slightly as she recognized the incoming black tide.

Without hesitation, she activated her protective barrier, enveloping both herself and Lan Chang'an in a misty purple glow, then pushed her escape light to full speed, attempting to break through the swarm’s encirclement.

Yet, the swarm was incredibly fast.

As Lan Chang'an’s enhanced senses expanded, the sky became blotted out by an endless mass of winged, venomous scorpion-like insects, their carapaces glistening with a poisonous sheen.

Purple Mist Fairy’s eyes turned sharp as stars, and with a graceful motion of her flowing palace robes, she raised her slender, jade-like arm—gathering Nascent Soul power in an instant.

Boom!

A colossal wave of purple light erupted from Purple Mist Fairy, sweeping across a ten-li radius.

The sheer force obliterated countless Black Scorpion Bugs, filling the air with black mist and the pungent scent of blood, causing dizziness and nausea.

The beam of purple light pierced through the heavens, its mighty Nascent Soul aura shaking the sky—so powerful that even Lan Chang'an staggered slightly, feeling a heavy pressure on his soul.

Years of companionship had almost made him forget that this elegant, graceful senior sister was, in fact, a Nascent Soul True Monarch who stood at the peak of the cultivation world.

Her devastating attack was powerful enough to annihilate a medium-sized city—most Core Formation cultivators would have been reduced to ashes instantly.

Yet, despite a full-powered strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator, the result was far from ideal.

After just a few moments of silence, the eerie chittering of the insects returned—this time even louder, more frenzied.

Swoosh—!

The Black Scorpion Swarm, having only been momentarily stunned, surged back with renewed fury, turning the sky into a swirling sea of dark poison—like an apocalyptic calamity.

"A Nascent Soul-level insect mastery technique!"

"And these scorpions possess earth-rank bloodlines…"

Lan Chang'an analyzed the situation, realizing that Purple Mist Fairy’s attack had only killed a small portion of the swarm.

The remaining Black Scorpion Bugs, despite being dazed and wounded, devoured their fallen kin, absorbing their essence and growing stronger before launching an even more vicious assault.

These insects were highly resistant to magical attacks, their hardened exoskeletons nearly impervious to swords and spells.

More importantly, they were being controlled by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The insect mastery technique infused them with Nascent Soul-level magical power, dramatically boosting their lethality and vitality!

"Junior Brother Xiang, we must break through immediately! This is an ambush from Great Snake Mountain—there is likely more than one Nascent Soul enemy involved!"

Purple Mist Fairy’s voice carried a grim determination.

"Understood!"

Lan Chang'an activated a demonic secret technique—Withered Vine Hand.

His arms swelled abruptly, transforming into withered, vine-like appendages, extending dozens of zhang outward.

Boom!

Wherever the yellowed vines lashed, large portions of the insect swarm were crushed, their lifeforce rapidly drained, leaving only dried husks behind.

Compared to puppets or magical treasures, this type of demonic technique was actually far more effective against the insect swarm.

Together, he and Purple Mist Fairy carved out a temporary gap in the encirclement—

"Kekeke… You react quickly!"

A chilling voice echoed from the gap in the insect tide.

A streak of crimson-black light shot through the sky like a ferocious black dragon, revealing a skeletal elder wrapped in a black cloak, his shriveled body covered in writhing serpent tattoos.

"True Monarch Red Serpent! You dare make a move inside the Great Yu Kingdom?!"

Purple Mist Fairy’s cold voice rang out, her jaw tightening in fury as she immediately formed a hand seal, summoning her magical treasure.

Swish!

From the waist of her elegant palace gown, a seven-foot-long purple silk ribbon shot forth.

Expanding to nearly a hundred zhang in length, the fabric glowed with rippling energy, swirling through the air like a divine storm, wrapping around both herself and Lan Chang'an.

The Purple Mist Ribbon immediately shredded nearby insects, providing a protective buffer as they attempted to break through from another direction.

"Tsk, tsk… Purple Mist Fairy’s cultivation is already nearing the peak of early-stage Nascent Soul—stronger than expected."

"However, since I went to the trouble of blocking the imperial family's detection with a fourth-rank divination artifact, there’s no need for pleasantries. This will be a quick execution—I’ll at least take your skins as trophies."

True Monarch Red Serpent’s black robes flared, his sleeves overflowing with dark crimson light as he summoned a rotting, foul-smelling inkstone.

Gurgle, gurgle…

From within the inky depths of the treasure, three monstrous, liquid-like black-blooded jiao dragons emerged, each measuring over thirty zhang long—their forms twisting and coiling in an almost living, demonic manner.

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"Those jiao dragons can endlessly regenerate… and they are tainting Senior Sister’s treasure!"

Lan Chang'an’s eyes narrowed as he watched the battle unfold.

The giant purple silk ribbon clashed violently with the three black-blooded jiao dragons, filling the sky with explosions of toxic energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact caused the Purple Mist Ribbon to shrink, its radiance flickering, as its fabric became stained with corrosive black blood.

Meanwhile, Purple Mist Fairy’s breathing became unsteady, her beautiful face alternating between pale and flushed, her movements losing their initial fluidity.

"The difference in power is clear, Senior Sister alone is not a match for True Monarch Red Serpent."

...

Just as Lan Chang'an was about to take action and alleviate some of the pressure on Purple Mist Fairy, a sudden premonition surged through his mind.

His gaze snapped upward.

The Black Scorpion Swarm overhead abruptly scattered, revealing a massive, pagoda-shaped shadow looming above them.

Boom!

In an instant, an immense gravitational force—as heavy as an ancient mountain—descended from the sky, crushing down upon both Lan Chang'an and Jiang Ziyan.

A monumental, green-gray pagoda materialized above them, its towering form rivaling a small mountain.

A golden-spotted light barrier flickered outward from the pagoda’s base, encasing them within its oppressive domain.

Inside this green-gray light barrier, Lan Chang'an felt as though he was buried beneath ten thousand mountains, his movements sluggish, his spiritual energy stifled.

"A sealing-type magical treasure!"

Lan Chang'an had been on guard and quickly activated his third-rank peak body-refinement technique, and reinforced his body with a protective layer of core energy. He also gripped a quasi-fourth-rank defensive talisman, prepared for an emergency.

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However, the majority of the sealing power from the pagoda treasure was directed toward Purple Mist Fairy, the Nascent Soul cultivator.

As a Core Formation cultivator with a refined physique, Lan Chang'an had a higher natural resistance to suppressive forces, making the impact on him relatively minor.

Even so, his qi, blood, and mana churned, and his movements slowed considerably.

"True Monarch Pagoda! So it really was you who laid hands on Senior Brother back then…!"

Jiang Ziyan’s furious cry rang out, her grief and rage evident.

Forced to withstand two Nascent Soul magical treasures at once, her flawless, elegant form trembled slightly, struggling against the mountainous pressure.

Splurt!

A thin line of blood trickled from her lips, her face turning pale—she had already suffered internal injuries.

"Senior Sister Jiang!"

Lan Chang'an exclaimed, instinctively reaching out to support her.

In his moment of urgency, he paid no attention to etiquette, nor did he register the exquisite softness of her slender waist pressed against his arm.

Purple Mist Fairy leaned against him, stabilizing herself. Her long, silken hair cascaded down, carrying a delicate fragrance.

Despite her precarious situation, the solid support coming from behind gave her an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

"Junior Brother Xiang…"

Her voice, laced with fatigue and sorrow, carried through a private voice transmission, her delicate form drenched in sweat.

"Today’s ambush… I may have no choice but to abandon this body to survive."

Her current body, with its heavenly spirit root, was flawless in every way—both physically and spiritually.

Unless absolutely necessary, she would never willingly discard it.

"Fortunately, they are focused primarily on me. Soon, I will unleash a forbidden technique at all costs to create an opening for you. Whether you survive… will depend on your fate."

Abandoning physical body?

Lan Chang'an was momentarily stunned.

His gaze drifted toward Purple Mist Fairy, her peerless beauty as radiant as ever, yet prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice without hesitation.

Isn’t this too decisive?

Such a perfectly cultivated, heavenly-spirit-root body… and she was just going to throw it away?

Even Lan Chang'an felt regret on her behalf.

Once a Nascent Soul cultivator detached from their body, regardless of whether they seized another body or reformed a new one, the new vessel would never fully match the original, and future progress in cultivation would become much more difficult.

If she were forced into this situation, Great Snake Mountain’s goal would be achieved, they would be able to capture the remaining Lan Chang'an and intimidate Lord Earthrock.

"Senior Sister Jiang, is it really that dire?"

"If we hold out for just a little longer, the commotion will surely draw other Nascent Soul cultivators from the Great Yu Kingdom, and we can turn the tide!"

Lan Chang'an activated a superior-grade magical treasure, sending it crashing against the enormous pagoda, slightly relieving some of its suppressive force.

He quickly transmitted a message, hoping to dissuade her.

"Hold out? You and I have already stepped into their trap—escaping will not be easy. Unless…"

Purple Mist Fairy glanced at him, catching sight of his bald head, clad in a blue robe, standing unwavering beside her. A rare warmth rose in her heart.

And then, almost instinctively, she uttered an unrealistic thought:

"Unless… Junior Brother Xiang can hold off 'True Monarch Pagoda'—he is a loose cultivator, and among Nascent Soul early-stage cultivators, his offensive capabilities are average at best."

"Hmm… Hold him off?"

Lan Chang'an frowned, carefully analyzing the situation.

At this moment, he was already fused with the power of the second life from the Nine Seal Stele, significantly enhancing his spiritual sense and reaction speed. He confirmed that there were only two Nascent Soul cultivators around, and with a slight sigh of relief, he took the initiative to help.

"Fine. I’ll do it!"

The main reason for stepping forward at this moment was not out of pity for the physical vessel that Purple Mist Fairy was about to abandon.

The key issue was that if Purple Mist Fairy’s nascent soul exited and escaped, it would leave him, a mere Core Formation cultivator, alone.

At that point, wouldn't he have to face two Nascent Soul powerhouses by himself? If he were to fall into such a situation, then things would truly become troublesome for Lan Chang'an.