Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 161 - 109: Don’t Mess with the Sickly Sweetheart (Subscribe, please!)_2

Chapter 161: Chapter 109: Don’t Mess with the Sickly Sweetheart (Subscribe, please!)_2

However, not far from where she had walked, the ’Hidden’ Ancient City once again stretched across the path, blocking Zhu Nanzhi’s way.

Zhu Nanzhi’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed as she heard the heavy creaking sound. The thick city gates slowly opened, like a vortex in the darkness of the night, showing no sight of the scenery inside the city.

’Want me to enter the city?’

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyelids lowered slightly. As she took another detour, the ancient city again stretched across her path, obstructing her way.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew fiercely, with heavy dark clouds instantly obscuring all light. The blinding white snow disappeared from sight, leaving only the open city gates in Zhu Nanzhi’s view.

The ancient city seemed to be telling her that to proceed, she had to enter the city.

A strand of hair lightly brushed Zhu Nanzhi’s cherry lips, on which she had specially applied lipstick today. Her right hand gripped Zhan Ming’s sword hilt, the cold light biting and radiating the azure blue glow as the blade extended a few inches out of the scabbard, echoing in the dim silence.

"Shall we go inside and take a look, what do you think?"

A slightly gentle voice sounded from behind, gradually approaching, causing Zhu Nanzhi’s wrist, which held the sword hilt, to pause.

She turned around, looking at the approaching figure. freewebnoveℓ.com

The figure spoke once more with a smile: "What do you think?"

Zhu Nanzhi lowered her head, deep blue-green hair brushing past her ear. In the suddenly bright sword light, her brow carried a shadow, with a stormy killing intent brewing in her azure pupils.

The expression on the face of the figure a few steps away was incredulous, the pupils reflecting a bewildered look as the body moved farther and farther away from her.

"Dare to... impersonate my husband!?"

Zhu Nanzhi’s wrist shook lightly, and the sword point aimed directly at the center of the forehead of the falling head. Her deep eyes were as mysterious as a cloud and even more terrifying than a fierce ghost.

Swoosh!

Penetrating the head, Zhan Ming, guided by her slender fingers’ grip and release, transformed into a vertical sword grip stance. Her other hand also grasped the sword hilt, plunging the blade again and again into the body before her.

Boom!

Each raise and thrust of the sword stirred a tempest.

"Pretend, you pretender..."

"Damn you!"

"Damn you..."

"Damn you!"

Strike after strike, the body became riddled with holes, yet no blood appeared and it dispersed like mist.

Clang!

The sharp sword tip thrust into the ground, causing mountain collapses and snow resounding; the surrounding darkness and shadows disappeared, and the vast snow once again entered Zhu Nanzhi’s sight.

With each sword strike, the ground cracked and snow collapsed.

The gates of the ancient city were gradually closing.

Zhu Nanzhi abruptly turned her head, the Forget Love Dao Domain circulating a hint of deranged mania across her frosty face.

She was like the brightest azure sword light on the snowfield, rushing straight at the gates of the Hidden Ancient City.

Between the clear outline of her red lips, she murmured "Damn you" in a chilling chant like a ghost calling for its due.

The gates closed faster.

But they could not match Zhu Nanzhi’s speed.

Bang——

As the gates closed tightly, the white-clad Zhu Nanzhi slipped past, crashing into the inner ancient city with her sword.

Inside the city, rows of stone statues stood motionless as guards. Though they were just statues, it seemed like a gaze emanated from them.

The sound of the wind and snow vanished from her ears once more, leaving the Hidden City in absolute silence...

In the silence, the ringing sword sound like a cold spring cascading from the high mountains resounded mightily.

This was the sword sound of Zhan Ming.

"Dirty thing, you dare to impersonate my husband..."

Her gentle murmurs contained an anger like interwoven wind and thunder.

A clear sword light flashed before the city gates, and a figure like water moved with the wind, heading north with one sword.

Over a length of a thousand miles, the ancient city was split open by the sword.

The sword light was as cold as moonlight, illuminating the entire ancient city.

The stone statues, standing in place, barely moved. Eyes that had just begun to move brightened, but they could only see the afterglow of the sword.

Man and sword as one, sword heart clarity;

Mirror water, the sword resides in the heart.

Sword Intent is the extension of a Sword Cultivator’s true heart, and this origin lies within the sword heart.

The nobility of the sword, the haughtiness of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, the true heart of the sword...

The realm of Mirror Water is the ’Guardian Realm Clarity State,’ a state not disturbed by the sharp edge of the sword and devoid of demonic possession.

The sword in the heart is a process of seeking the sword’s true heart.

When everything originates from the true heart, and more extreme sword intent emerges from within the sword intent, it is the realm of ’Breaking the Barrier and Proving the Heart.’

The sword is in the heart, and the intent arises from the heart.

It sounds easy, yet it is a threshold that countless Sword Cultivators cannot cross.

Zhu Nanzhi crossed it.

What she sought was not the blade’s sharpness, nor the sword’s nobility, but the three words ’Lu Jin’an.’

Just like her Forget Love Path.

Someone pretended and played tricks, acting as her untouchable inner reverse scale, and in the midst of ultimate rage, her sword heart came to life.

Breaking the barrier and merging life, wandering over mountains and rivers.

Zhu Nanzhi’s path was irrational, yet it truly existed for her.

The long expanse like a white river flew, a boundary broken by the blue mountains’ hue.

Suddenly, there was a great noise in the ancient city, the entire city illuminated by the sword light of the Broken Realm Realm, like a reversed celestial river.

The sword river roared with sharp Qi, until waters flooded the city walls, and that thundering sound finally began to fade away.

Zhu Nanzhi stood above the ancient city.

Compared to the ancient city, she was so small, yet infinitely vast.

Her deep azure hair flowed like clouds to her waist, her brows, her eyes, filled with terrifyingly silent killing intent.

Whiz, whiz, whiz...

The Forget Love Dao Domain surrounding her entwined with snowy sword light, as if sensing the mountain-crumbling rage in her heart, the sword light brimming with ceaseless wailing.

The sword light ignited Zhu Nanzhi’s gaze, she drew her sword downward, with the sword river paving her path.

This was the main hall of the Hidden City.

Snow floated outside the palace, while inside it was like a blessing granted by an immortal, with complex Array Patterns engraved in every corner.

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