Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 382: The old man here really doesn’t respect martial ethics!

DRIP!

Blood dripped down, falling right into the mouth of the youngest elder, which was agape with shock.

"Gods, it's a demon!"

Despite his advanced age, the youngest elder was so terrified he collapsed to the ground screaming. The two old men closest to him immediately dragged him back.

Ning Xuan leaped down from the cauldron. His gaze swept over the seven elders, then to the unbothered crowd behind them. He subconsciously asked, "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing to death... Holy shit! Where are my clothes?!"

Shivering, Ning Xuan looked down to see his clothes riddled with holes. They now resembled a beggar's rags, leaving large swathes of his skin exposed.

"Sir, may I ask where this place is?" Ning Xuan asked as he reached for the hand of the old man closest to him.

The man's reaction was incredibly quick. Ning Xuan's grasp met only air.

An expert! Ning Xuan's heart tightened. He then took a closer look at the other elders around him.

At first glance, they appeared to have no cultivation, yet they exuded an aura of profound simplicity. Ning Xuan couldn't see through their cultivation realms at all.

Holy shit, no way. Seven Holy Realm powerhouses? Ning Xuan felt his scalp tingle. This was getting a bit ridiculous.

However, he soon calmed down, realizing what had happened. It was they who had been performing the ritual to the heavens. In the space-time passage, their ritual chants had sounded like the heavenly music of the Great Dao. If the seven elders possessed Holy Realm cultivation, wasn't that perfectly normal?

Wait a second. They had just mentioned they were performing a ritual to pray for rain.

Does that mean I... am totally screwed!

Once Ning Xuan understood the situation, his only thought was to escape. He definitely couldn't bear the wrath of seven Holy Realm powerhouses.

Just as Ning Xuan made a move, the elder in the center of the seven spoke.

"A human?" he asked.

"No, you have the wrong person. Farewell!" Ning Xuan denied it without a second thought and tried to bolt.

But his escape didn't go as planned, as the old man caught his wrist.

"You bleed the same blood as us. You are indeed human." With those words, he released Ning Xuan's hand.

"I have some matters to attend to at home. Gentlemen, I must be going." Ning Xuan inwardly sighed in relief, but he still didn't dare to linger. He had tainted their sacrificial offering! If he didn't leave now, things would get troublesome.

"A human?? Brother, you're saying he's a human?!" The same elder who had collapsed in fear was now right beside Ning Xuan as he spoke.

Just great. His other hand was grabbed as well.

"He really is! Kid, how did you end up in our Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron?!" the elder demanded, his expression unfriendly as he pointed at the large cauldron behind them.

Ning Xuan followed his gaze and found he couldn't look away. The cauldron was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, as well as various flowers and mythical beasts. It exuded a vast and ancient aura.

It was definitely a supreme treasure. Ning Xuan's mind immediately started racing. After all, he was truly broke.

"I'm asking you a question!" After confirming that Ning Xuan was human, this elder straightened up with renewed confidence. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I don't know either. I was struck by lightning and can't remember anything. Ouch, my head hurts so much!" After speaking, Ning Xuan brought his free hand to his head.

And then...

THUMP!

He fell stiffly to the ground.

These old men really have no class. They didn't even check on me; they just let go! Ning Xuan couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

But this was also a good thing. Clutching his head, Ning Xuan lay on the ground, "writhing in agony," deciding to wait and see how things developed.

The seven elders saw through Ning Xuan's ruse immediately, but they just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. The leader, however, was more experienced. He gave a subtle look, and they all began to ignore Ning Xuan. The air temperature here was sweltering, and the ground was frighteningly hot. They'd just see how long this fellow could keep up his act.

As for him claiming to be cold... the blood of the mythical beast inside the Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron was rendered exceptionally gentle and warm by the cauldron itself. Feeling cold was a normal reaction. Once that caked layer of blood rolled off his skin, he would realize just how bad it was.

However, they had miscalculated. The bloodstains on Ning Xuan's body dried on the ground, yet he still showed no sign of getting up.

"Could we have been mistaken? He's not faking it?"

"The aura from beneath the ground is growing stranger. The high temperature can scorch the Divine Soul, so how is he showing no reaction?"

The seven elders looked at one another, completely puzzled.

On the ground, Ning Xuan was also ranting furiously in his mind. Damn it, what kind of hellhole is this?! Seven Holy Realm powerhouses just popping up is one thing, but why is the ground so bizarrely hot?! Can't anyone give me a hand? I can't hold on much longer!

Just as Ning Xuan was about to invent an excuse to get up himself, the youngest elder's conscience finally kicked in, and he helped Ning Xuan to his feet.

"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.

"Huh, my head doesn't seem to hurt anymore. What's on this ground? It can actually cure ailments!" Ning Xuan quickly seized the opportunity.

"Who are you?" the elder asked him again.

Ning Xuan just shook his head.

"Let's see if anyone here recognizes him." Without another word, the elder pulled Ning Xuan in front of the kneeling crowd.

Everyone looked at Ning Xuan, then shook their heads in unison.

"You're not from Baijia Village, which means you must be an outsider!" As the elder's words fell, his gaze locked onto Ning Xuan, making Ning Xuan's skin prickle with pain.

The kneeling crowd also began to glower. A terrifying Majestic Pressure instantly formed.

Ning Xuan was astonished. The Majestic Pressure was a result of the combined power of all the kneeling people. Each person's aura was distinct, indicating they all practiced different Cultivation Techniques. For them to merge their power so instantly was truly bizarre. And their attitude had shifted far too quickly.

"Sir, what do you mean by 'outsider'?" Ning Xuan immediately asked.

Seeing Ning Xuan remain unfazed under the Majestic Pressure created by over a hundred people, all seven elders raised their eyebrows.

"An outsider is anyone from beyond Baijia Village, of course! Tell us, which of the seven great families are you from?!" the youngest of the seven elders demanded in a deep voice.

Understanding dawned on Ning Xuan, and he quickly replied, "I have no connection whatsoever to these 'seven great families' you speak of. I'm from the Yuan Ling Continent."

"Yuan Ling Continent? Where is that?" the youngest elder asked, glancing at their leader.

"Another dimension. The reason I appeared here is because I'm looking for someone. Have you seen her?" As Ning Xuan spoke, a Recording Stone hovered in the air. The image that appeared on it was precisely the one of Wu Pianpian that Luo Tianyi had shown him deep within Bi Luo Palace.

Good thing I had the foresight to record the scenes from the five Void Mirrors. This will definitely clear me of any suspicion! Ning Xuan inwardly sighed in relief.

"What is this Sorcery?!" The youngest elder, who was closest to Ning Xuan, jumped back at the sudden appearance of the Recording Stone, his expression wary as if facing a great enemy.

Ning Xuan was completely bewildered. It's just a Recording Stone. With their Cultivation Realms, how could they possibly have never seen one?

"Youngest, come back!"

The leader of the seven elders felt the corner of his mouth twitch.