Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 122: Primordial Source Crystal, Sword Control Over Burial Sand City!
Xing Zhao’s eyes suddenly widened. Ning Xuan’s strike had completely exceeded his understanding. He had done his utmost, never once underestimating Ning Xuan, so why was he still defeated by a single strike?
He couldn’t figure it out!
But soon, he let out a bitter laugh. He realized that Ning Xuan’s aura was still rising—all the way to the Ninth Layer Heavens of the Human Realm! It was as if he had consumed an Immortal Pill. The Element Force within Ning Xuan’s body had instantly skyrocketed to a furious peak. For a moment, Ning Xuan’s strength was comparable to that of a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist.
Combined with the Sky Lament Sword and Ning Xuan’s terrifying sword cultivation, it seemed only reasonable for a King Realm Martial Artist like him to be annihilated.
"Senior Sister, what did you feed me?" After withdrawing his sword, Ning Xuan immediately returned to Wawa’s side, overjoyed.
But he quickly noticed something was wrong. Wawa’s complexion was rather pale. After taking her pulse, a wave of dread washed over him. He now understood why his Cultivation Realm had soared two levels in an instant.
Wawa had condensed her own Primordial Source and given it to him!
"Are you an idiot?!" Ning Xuan burst out, his voice fraught with worry and anger.
"You couldn’t beat him, and that’s no fun at all! Besides, you’re supposed to protect me, aren’t you?" Wawa blinked, seeing nothing wrong with what she had done.
This single sentence instantly doused Ning Xuan’s fury.
"That’s right! I will protect you! I, Ning Xuan, swear on my life that I will never allow anyone to harm you!" Ning Xuan’s gaze was resolute, his declaration firm.
After quickly collecting the spoils of battle, Ning Xuan first checked the number of Azure Sea Dew Pills. There were twelve remaining. Each pill was as effective as three of the ones he had previously refined. Now that his Cultivation Realm had improved, taking two pills at a time should allow him to restore his Element Force in the shortest possible time.
"Senior Sister, can the Heavenly Repair Pill help you recover?" Ning Xuan asked Wawa.
Damage to the Primordial Source was no trivial matter. He had to help Wawa recover as quickly as possible.
Wawa’s beautiful eyes twinkled. "Yes, it can."
Ning Xuan’s heart sank. This silly girl simply doesn’t know how to lie.
Recalling Wu Pianpian’s words, Ning Xuan decided to return to The Capital and ask her how a Nine Orifices Stone Spirit could have its Primordial Source restored. Immediately, he took flight on his sword, carrying Wawa straight toward The Capital. This time, with utmost urgency, Ning Xuan made no effort to conceal his tracks.
When the news of his arrival in The Capital spread, countless people were astonished.
"Why has he returned? I heard Hall Master Xing and Pavilion Master Yan took a team of experts to kill him!"
"Exactly! How does he dare to show his face so brazenly?"
"Don’t tell me..."
"Impossible! His Cultivation has grown at a terrifying rate, rivaling the Emperor of old, but his pursuers were all true masters!"
The crowd nodded, completely baffled.
It wasn’t long before new information arrived.
"I just got word—Xing Zhao and Yan Linghua are both dead!"
"It was Ning Xuan! Ning Xuan killed them!"
"What?! What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"It’s the absolute truth! Someone saw a figure flying away on a sword at the foot of a great mountain. When they went to investigate, they found the bodies!"
A stunned silence fell over the crowd, lasting for a long time.
"Damn, he’s defying the heavens!"
"Shit, shit, shit! This guy’s freaking unbelievable!"
They were at a loss for words to describe Ning Xuan.
Meanwhile, Ning Xuan felt no exhilaration from slaying powerful opponents. He couldn’t find Wu Pianpian in Bi Luo Palace.
"Where has she gone? When will she come back?" he asked Mo Ji.
Mo Ji shook his head to indicate he didn’t know, handing Ning Xuan a letter. "Junior Martial Uncle, our Martial Aunt said to give this to you if you returned."
Ning Xuan opened it and scanned through it rapidly. Afterward, he asked Mo Ji for an address, determined the direction, and without a moment’s delay, took off with Wawa on his sword.
「Three days later.」
Burial Sand City. This was the westernmost city of Dong Cang. Beyond it lay a boundless, endless sea of sand.
At the entrance of Burial Sand City’s only inn, Ning Xuan was asking a waiter, "Friend, have you seen a woman in red clothes..." He described Wu Pianpian’s attire in detail. The letter Wu Pianpian had left mentioned that what appeared to be ancient ruins had emerged deep within the endless sea of sand.
Since Burial Sand City is the last city in Dong Cang, if Wu Pianpian were to stop anywhere, it would surely be here.
Before the waiter could reply, a voice called out from inside, "The girl you’re looking for, is she carrying a dull, black staff?"
Ning Xuan glanced inside and saw a packed hall. The voice had come from the farthest corner to the right. He frowned, subtly moving Wawa behind him. He cupped his fist toward the corner. "Yes, that’s her. Might I ask if you know where she is now, friend?"
"I do," the man replied before Ning Xuan could say more. "Come have a couple of drinks, and I’ll take you to her."
Before Ning Xuan could respond, Wawa, who was holding Xiao Bai, eagerly poked her head out. "Okay! Okay!" she chirped, already heading inside. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Instantly, everyone’s gaze unabashedly swept over her. Some eyes revealed lecherous intent.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
In a flash of sword light, five men collapsed, their skulls pierced through the eyes.
The rest were stunned. Such speed! Such a swift sword!
The man who had spoken, his back still to Ning Xuan, stiffened for a moment before casually raising his hand to pour some wine. He then stood up and moved to an adjacent seat, offering his place. Ning Xuan led Wawa to the table. Before they could speak, he had already downed two bowls of wine. The four men at the table could only stare, stunned.
"Now, can you tell me?" Ning Xuan asked, and they seemed to wake from a dream.
"No hurry, no hurry," the man who poured the wine said with an enthusiastic, plastered-on smile. "You two look like you’ve traveled a long way. Eat first, eat first! Waiter, bowls and chopsticks!"
Ning Xuan glanced at him but said nothing, instead pouring more wine himself—one bowl for him, one for Wawa. Seeing Wawa down her bowl in one gulp, the four men exchanged a covert glance and visibly relaxed.
"WOOF... WOOF..."
The barking from Xiao Bai instantly made their hearts leap into their throats. But in the next moment, they simply stared in disbelief. The small, cat-sized dog was lapping up wine more ferociously than any man.
"We’re not eating. I need to know where she is," Ning Xuan’s voice cut in.
The wine-pouring man sighed and responded with a question instead of an answer. "We were once seven brothers. Now, only four of us remain. Do you happen to know where the other three went?"
"They’ve likely gone to the netherworld."
The four men sprang to their feet, bristling with murderous intent.
"Boy, I was going to warn you that the wine was poisoned, but you’re too arrogant! Daring to kill someone the moment you walk in!"
A voice full of schadenfreude called out from behind them. "Yin Family brothers, deal with the man as you please, but let us have our fun with the woman first!"
Another voice chimed in from a different direction.
SWISH!
With another flash of sword light, more than a dozen heads rolled across the floor. The approaching waiter froze mid-step, his face pale as he trembled in fear. He had clearly felt an icy chill graze his throat just an instant before the heads of the men on either side of him toppled to the ground.
