Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 289: Junior Brother, Look, It Has Six Heads!

At the moment their fists collided, a spray of blood mist erupted within the image from the Memory Stone!

"Monster... monster!" he stammered, his scalp tingling as he was shaken to his very core.

Immediately, he staggered toward the place he had arranged to meet Xing Xiangli. Ning Xuan is too terrifying! I have to get this Memory Stone to Xing Xiangli as fast as possible!

"Now I finally understand why the Martial God Temple backed down!"

"I know! Ning Xuan is horrifying! No one in the younger generation of the Martial God Temple is a match for him!"

"Without Ning Yang, who can possibly compete?!"

"The Martial God Temple is failing! Their younger generation has no one left!"

Even the most stalwart supporters of the Martial God Temple fell silent. Zhan Potian was immensely powerful, yet he couldn't even take a single blow from Ning Xuan! This was just too damn crazy!

"And don't forget, Ning Xuan still has the Cloud Floating Sword! Plus he has several powerful allies! If he went all out, I'm afraid even the older generation of the Martial God Temple couldn't escape being slaughtered!"

"This world has gone mad! Someone as terrifying as Ning Xuan shouldn't exist!"

"Yeah, he's seriously overpowered!"

"Everyone, let's try to be optimistic. If I were him, I definitely wouldn't stick around here for long!" someone said, comforting the crowd as much as himself.

However, he turned out to be right.

On the way down the mountain, Ning Xuan himself didn't speak, but Wawa was already sighing. "Junior Brother, this place isn't fun at all. When are we going to the Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace?"

Ning Xuan didn't answer, instead looking at Si Lanyi.

Si Lanyi then looked to Yun Wangshu.

A flicker of panic entered Yun Wangshu's heart. "Don't look at me," she said quickly. "There must still be a ton of work to do at the Dao Xuan Institute. I have to..."

"Master, when we came here, I already told the elders that we wouldn't be returning to the Dao Xuan Institute for the time being," Si Lanyi said, taking her hand. Moreover, the disciples who came with her never even entered the Imperial Tomb; after Si Lanyi emerged, she had already sent a message for them to return ahead of time.

Without waiting for Yun Wangshu's response, Si Lanyi turned to Ning Xuan. "Brother Xuan, before we leave, there's probably one more place we need to go."

"Where?"

「Miao Jiang. Wan Jue Ridge.」

The area was shrouded in a thick, poisonous miasma. This was truly a land where no birds flew and no human tracks could be found. It was filled with all kinds of terrifying poisonous insects and strange creatures. Forget the creatures; the poisonous miasma that lingered all year round could easily claim the life of a King Realm Martial Artist.

Yet at this moment, a group of people was strolling through the rugged mountains.

That's right. Strolling.

The man in the lead walked leisurely, as if in his own courtyard. The poisonous miasma fled from him like a mouse from a cat, keeping a wide berth. As for the poisonous insects and strange creatures, they scrambled to escape long before he approached.

He was, naturally, Ning Xuan.

Behind him, Yuan Xueying and the others had grown accustomed to the sight after their initial shock.

Suddenly, Ning Xuan stopped. The women behind him immediately tensed, bracing for danger.

"What are you all doing?" Ning Xuan asked, puzzled by their reaction as he turned around.

"Isn't there danger?" Yuan Yurong asked, her face a little pale. She was terrified of soft-bodied creatures. If not for Ning Xuan, she would have rather died than come to a place like this.

"There's no path ahead," Ning Xuan said, shaking his head. He then turned to Si Lanyi. "Are you sure this is the place?"

Si Lanyi immediately took out a map. Standing beside Ning Xuan, she looked ahead and nodded, her brow furrowing deeply. Before them was nothing but a sheer cliff.

Wawa also stepped forward. She wasn't scared at all; in fact, she even leaned over to peer down below. "Yi Yi," she asked, "do you think the Yin Yang Sect is down there?"

The reason their group was here was for Zhongli Ruoruo. While Ning Xuan and the others were at the Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace, it was thanks to Zhongli Ruoruo's help that Si Lanyi was able to comprehend the legacy in such a short time. But just as Si Lanyi was about to enter seclusion and needed a Burial God Flower, Zhongli Ruoruo's identity was exposed while she was searching for one. When Si Lanyi received the Burial God Flower from her, Zhongli Ruoruo didn't say a word about what had happened. By the time Si Lanyi emerged from her seclusion, it was too late. The Master of the Yin Yang Sect had taken Zhongli Ruoruo back to Wan Jue Ridge.

Si Lanyi had tried coming here before, but she couldn't even breach the outermost perimeter, let alone reach this point. She had no choice but to give up.

"I don't know. What do we do now?" Si Lanyi said, shaking her head before looking to Ning Xuan. Here, she was at a complete loss.

Ning Xuan smiled. "That's simple enough. We just need to find someone and ask."

"There's nobody here at... woah! Junior Brother, where did he pop out from?" Wawa stared in amazement at the person Ning Xuan held in his grasp. At the same time, she couldn't help but reach out. The man's face was a grotesque canvas of garish colors.

The man himself was stunned, both by Ning Xuan's speed and by Wawa's boldness. He knew just how frightening his appearance was. Lucky souls occasionally wandered in during the one time a month the miasma was at its weakest. Upon seeing his face, they would, at the very least, scream in terror. Is this girl an idiot?

Ning Xuan stopped Wawa before she could touch him. The man was covered in toxins, and he wouldn't dare gamble with Wawa's safety.

As Ning Xuan set the man down, he asked, "Tell me, how do we get to the Yin Yang Sect?"

The man rattled off a long string of gibberish.

Si Lanyi and the others looked on, completely baffled.

Ning Xuan chuckled and began gathering materials from their surroundings. After a few flashes of movement, his hands were full of various strange herbs. Then, he pried open the man's mouth and shoved them all inside.

The man's eyes looked vacant, but inwardly they were filled with disdain. Heh heh, this kid is hilarious. Does he not know we've been handling poisons since birth? These little things are...

His thought was cut short as his expression changed dramatically. A searing pain shot through him.

Holy hell! I'm poisoned!

As Ning Xuan dropped him, his voice rang out. "You have ten breaths. After that, you'll never speak again."

"Oh, and don't try to neutralize the poison. Otherwise, the time will be reduced—"

Before Ning Xuan could finish, the man cried out, "Save... save me! I... I'll talk..."

This time, it was no longer gibberish.

Ning Xuan lifted him up and rapidly tapped several points on his body, instantly sealing the poison. The man didn't dare to delay. He took out a golden leaf and placed it in his mouth.

A strange sound then carried through the air.

The next moment, a massive snake head appeared before Ning Xuan and his group. Upon seeing that there were six people, the snake head miraculously split into five more. Then, all six heads stretched forward.

"Wow, wow, wow! Junior Brother, look! It has six heads!" Wawa exclaimed in astonishment.

The man wore a smug expression, but a single glance from Ning Xuan made him shrink back. In a weak voice, he said, "Stand on them. They will take you into the Yin Yang Sect."

Ning Xuan didn't hesitate, stepping onto one of the heads. It was quite cooperative, allowing him to stand on it. Si Lanyi and the others did the same.

"My poison..." the man began.

Ning Xuan tossed him a porcelain bottle. "Help yourself."

The snake heads descended, retracting into a cave in the cliff face.

Just as Ning Xuan and his group landed, a piercing sound screeched from above. The previously docile python was about to fly into a rage, but Ning Xuan merely gave it a casual glance. The ancient serpent, whose age was a mystery, immediately cowered. It prostrated itself on the ground, not daring to move an inch, ignoring the frantic, piercing sounds from above.