Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 113: Senior Sister, you also don’t want your secret to be leaked, right?
「Dong Cang’s Capital, Bi Luo Palace.」
Mo Ji called Wu Pianpian out and whispered, "Martial Aunt, something terrible has happened!"
"Speak!"
"Following your instructions, I sent messages to the Martial God Temple’s Sub-Hall and the Star Moon Pavilion. As a result, the Sub-Hall Master and the Pavilion Master personally led their teams out of the city!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ji went numb. He knew his Martial Aunt wanted to train his new Senior Martial Uncle... No, wait, ’Junior Martial Uncle’ is easier to say! But both of those leaders are masters who have been in the King Realm for a long time! Moreover, every single person they brought with them is a top-notch expert! Even if my Junior Martial Uncle is a heaven-defying talent, he couldn’t possibly be a match for them!
"Isn’t this a good thing?" Wu Pianpian rolled her eyes at Mo Ji. "Little Ji Ji, from now on, unless my Junior Martial Brother is dead, don’t bother reporting to me."
Mo Ji was speechless. With a look of disgust, Wu Pianpian sent him flying with a kick.
This won’t do. I have to get them back to the Dao Xuan Institute quickly, or they’ll definitely go help him! Muttering to herself, Wu Pianpian vanished on the spot.
A moment later, Si Lanyi and Zhongli Ruoruo left Bi Luo Palace. Wu Pianpian escorted them all the way, not leaving until they were several miles outside the city. Only after confirming that the two were truly heading toward the Dao Xuan Institute did she happily return to the city.
"Junior Sister, she was overly enthusiastic," Zhongli Ruoruo said to Si Lanyi beside her, glancing back toward the capital from the back of an Element Beast. "And earlier, she just appeared out of nowhere and whisked us back to the city while we were so confused. Something is definitely wrong with her!"
Si Lanyi nodded. "I know. She doesn’t want us to help Brother Xuan, but in truth, we wouldn’t be much help anyway. Our top priority is to return to the Sect and cultivate diligently."
After a moment’s hesitation, Zhongli Ruoruo said, "As for the Dao Xuan Institute, I don’t..."
Si Lanyi cut her off. "Senior Sister, you don’t want the secret that you’re from the Yin Yang Sect to get out, do you?"
Zhongli Ruoruo fell silent.
「Within Wuming Mountain.」
"Senior Sister, do you have any clues about the mountain range on that sheepskin scroll?" Feeling uneasy, Ning Xuan had already asked the girl this question for the umpteenth time.
He couldn’t help it. Although many sword cultivators had come for him before, every single one of them was a pauper with hardly any resources in their Storage Rings. Just to advance his Realm by one layer, he had to dip into a portion of his own savings. Now, all he had on him were a mere few billion Element Crystals and a single Tianyang Domineering Fruit! This left him feeling extremely insecure.
"Aiya, Junior Brother, the more you ask, the harder it is for me to remember!" the girl cried, stomping her foot and pouting in frustration.
WOOF! WOOF!
The little white dog in her arms barked in support.
Ning Xuan grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and tossed it. "Begone!"
Little White vanished into the sky as a streak of light. The dog was rendered speechless.
As if nothing had happened, Ning Xuan asked again, "Is there really no way to make the Heavenly Repair Pill?"
The girl placed a slender hand on her forehead and stood on her tiptoes, peering around. "There aren’t enough Spiritual Medicines nearby. I can’t refine the Heavenly Repair Pill."
"Alright then." Resigned, Ning Xuan decided on the spot to refine the third elixir from the Pill Recipe—the Azure Sea Cheng Lu Elixir—because he had a premonition that far more terrifying experts could be arriving at any moment.
No sooner said than done. Summoning his Medicinal Cauldron and igniting the Southern Ming Li Fire, Ning Xuan began the alchemy process. The girl stood to one side, blinking and staring without shifting her gaze.
The Nine-Leaf Cheng Lu Fruit was the main ingredient for the Azure Sea Cheng Lu Elixir. A single batch normally required just one fruit, but to maximize its efficacy, Ning Xuan added three. It had been some time since he obtained the fruit from the Pride Hunting Ground, and he had rehearsed the elixir-refining process in his mind countless times. The procedure was now second nature to him, and he succeeded in one go!
But the moment the elixir was complete, dark clouds gathered overhead. Deep within them, muffled thunder rumbled and lightning flickered. Ning Xuan and the girl both looked up at the sky, but the so-called Elixir Tribulation never came.
Ning Xuan couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. The absence of a tribulation means this elixir isn’t anything special.
Looking at the twelve verdant elixirs in his hand, Ning Xuan resisted the urge to try one.
Just as he stored the elixirs away, a voice drifted down from above. "Who would have thought Young Master Ning was also a Spirit Pill Master!"
Following the voice, he saw six people standing on the mountain summit. They were divided into two distinct teams of three. The man and woman at the center of their respective teams appeared to be only in their thirties.
Looking at them, Ning Xuan’s expression turned grave. Although there were only six of them, their combined aura was more terrifying than all the previous sword cultivators put together. This was especially true for the two leaders; although they showed no sign of a fluctuating aura, his breathing grew labored every time their gazes swept over him.
"The recipe for the elixir you just refined belongs to our Martial God Temple," the middle-aged man on the left declared, his eyes blazing with desire as he stared at the porcelain bottle in Ning Xuan’s hand. "Hand it over, and I can overlook the matter of you annihilating the Fiery Sun Sect! Furthermore, I, Xing Zhao, can swear on my status as Sub-Hall Master to guarantee your entry into the Main Hall!"
The fact that the elixir nearly triggered a tribulation proves its effects are incredibly potent! If I can get that Pill Recipe and offer it to the Main Hall, I can surely atone for my past failures and be allowed to return! The Martial God Temple had Sub-Halls in many countries, and their Sub-Hall Masters were all individuals serving penance for their crimes.
"Young lady, your ethereal temperament is a perfect fit for our Star Moon Pavilion," said the woman on the right. "I am Yan Linghua, the Pavilion Master of the Star Moon Pavilion. Just give the word, and you will become my Closed-door Disciple, with the chance to one day take charge of the Pavilion itself!"
The girl blinked and whispered to Ning Xuan, "Junior Brother, what’s a Star Moon Pavilion? And what’s a Pavilion Master?"
Ning Xuan explained with a straight face, "They aren’t things. The former is the name of a faction. The latter is a person. And neither of them are any good."
The still-stunning Yan Linghua’s face darkened, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became more pronounced.
On the left, the three from the Martial God Temple’s Sub-Hall had just managed to stifle their laughter when they realized something was wrong. Damn it! He said ’neither’ of them are any good, which means he was cursing us, too! The bastard! Their gazes toward Ning Xuan turned hostile.
Before they could act, however, the old man to Yan Linghua’s right unleashed a terrifying majestic pressure. He locked onto the girl from above and said in an arrogant, domineering tone, "I will ask you only once. Do you agree or not?!"
The girl wasn’t angry. Blinking her large eyes, she replied earnestly, "If you can defeat my Junior Brother, I can agree."
Yan Linghua was overjoyed. "Are you serious?!" The man to her right, Yan Jin, was famous throughout Dong Cang even before he joined the Star Moon Pavilion! After he began following me and abandoned his impractical fantasies, his progress in the Martial Arts was meteoric. Don’t be fooled by his recent advancement into the King Realm; his combat power allows him to easily suppress and kill three cultivators of the same realm! I know Ning Xuan is strong, capable of killing an ordinary King Realm master in seconds, but Yan Jin’s cultivation was forged through countless battles!
"Senior Sister, you overestimate me!" Ning Xuan grimaced before the girl could reply. "He’s a living person who can dodge and weave, not some inanimate object. I’m no match for him!" The aura emanating from that old man is far beyond that of an ordinary King Realm cultivator. He’s much, much stronger than anyone I’ve faced before! The Flying Sword Technique will definitely be useless against him. I could try activating the White Tiger divine vein and using the Kunpeng Breathless Technique or the Impermanence Swordsmanship. But with five others watching like tigers ready to pounce, I’d rather not reveal those trump cards.
