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Chapter 1281 If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why humiliate me?
"That pair of twin daughters from the Jiaolong clan, the one who's cultivating is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, right?"
"How much longer do we have to wait for her to ascend to the immortal realm?"
"If any further changes occur along the way, then all hope will vanish."
The Xuan Shui Clan expert spoke softly.
Before she could finish speaking, the Shadow Clan expert countered, "Then, in the opinion of Fellow Daoist Xuanfeng Clan, what should we do?"
The Xuanfeng Clan expert said expressionlessly, "We still need to find the ancestral land, but we can't do it the same way as before."
"I will personally lead the team there."
"What?!" the Shadow Clan expert exclaimed in surprise, "You're going in person?"
"Things have come to this point. If we don't go there ourselves, then our path to ascension will truly be cut off." The Xuan Shui Clan expert said, "At least from the current situation, the ancestral land is very likely to exist. If that's the case, then it's worth it for me to go."
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Shui is right." A deep, resonant voice rang out. "Now that we have clues, we must investigate to the end. Otherwise, wouldn't all our schemes over the past tens of thousands of years have come to nothing?"
"My Thunder Turtle clan is willing to travel with you, fellow Daoist."
“My Jiao clan is also willing to go together. However, although we must also search for our ancestral land, our two twin daughters can still serve as a last resort.”
The Shadow Clan expert said, "They are indeed on one path, but it is far too slow. The longer we wait, the greater the risk. If possible, it would be best to speed up her ascension."
The powerful member of the Jiao clan was silent for a moment: "We have already provided her with a lot of rare and precious materials. If we speed things up any further, it may damage her foundation. At that time, she may not be able to overcome the heavenly tribulation."
The Dark Clan expert said, "What is there to worry about? With the protection of all our clans, how could we be afraid that she won't survive the Heavenly Tribulation?"
The Shadow Clan expert remained silent for a moment before finally agreeing, "That will work too."
……
Two more groups of guests arrived on Ning Ruan's spirit boat.
And a patrol squad from another boundless bandit group.
The closer you get to the Eternal Realm, the more cultivators you will encounter along the way.
But the vast majority of them turned and ran away as soon as they saw them.
They didn't even give us a chance to talk.
Notorious and infamous—that's pretty much it.
"Has the pattern been removed?" Ning Ruan asked.
Lei Zhen nodded, "It's already been removed."
Ning Ruan: "What about the pattern I wanted?"
Lei Zhen: "They're carving it now, but there's only one spirit master, so it's slow. And what you want are seven swords..."
Thinking about this, Lei Zhen also had many questions.
Using the shape of a sword as a logo on a ship is certainly not a problem.
But seven swords... and seven swords of different colors, that's really strange.
As far as he knows, Ningruan doesn't have seven swords either, right?
"Then let's get it carved as soon as possible," Ning Ruan said.
Lei Zhen hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It's at most three days' journey from here to the Eternal Domain. We... we're afraid it's inconvenient for us to get close."
“Then we won’t get close,” Ning Ruan said casually. “You can wait for me outside the Eternal Domain.”
Lei Zhen: "..."
Lei Zhen was speechless.
"Aren't you afraid we'll take the opportunity to leave?"
"Afraid."
Ning Ruan said seriously, "So I have already placed a tracking talisman on the spirit boat. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can still find you."
"Of course, you can also abandon this spirit boat, which is indeed a problem."
"so……"
Ning Ruan patted the scroll at her waist.
"rather……"
Lei Zhen's expression changed drastically. He only managed to utter one word before he transformed into a streak of light and was sucked into the scroll at Ning Ruan's waist.
The scene before my eyes was too sudden.
So much so that the numerous bandits and guests who had paid protection money on the deck all stared in disbelief.
I never expected Ningruan to suddenly make a move.
The guests are fine.
The Wuyin bandits were already feeling guilty, and they were not naive enough to think that Ning Ruan would really let them go.
Upon seeing this, their faces turned ashen, their legs went weak, as if they wanted to escape but were afraid that Ning Ruan's words would take them back the moment they turned around.
The atmosphere on the deck changed abruptly.
Ning Ruan was not surprised by the reactions of the crowd.
She slowly raised her hand and took out the golden paintbrush that was not unfamiliar to the Boundless Bandits.
Then, looking at the group of trembling bandits, he wore his usual harmless smile.
"Don't be afraid."
Her voice was still clear and melodious, with a hint of lazy laughter.
"I just wanted to invite Senior Lei inside to 'rest' for a bit."
"..."
They even took out the pen.
How could it be just an invitation to go in and rest?
Even so, no one dared to question it.
Ning Ruanfei flew up to the second floor.
Back in the room, I unfurled the scroll before me.
Looking at the tiny ink-wash figures frantically searching for an exit, I gently tapped the scroll.
Lei Zhen's voice immediately came from inside:
"Young Fellow Daoist Ning, what are you trying to do?"
“I have never disobeyed your orders along the way, nor have I ever had any bad thoughts about you.”
“I believe you’ve never disobeyed my orders, but…” Ning Ruan paused, “I don’t believe you’ve never had any ill intentions.”
"Don't you want to kill me?"
Without a second thought, Lei Zhen replied, "Why would I kill Fellow Daoist Ning? I had no such intention."
"Do you dare to swear an oath to Heaven?"
"..."
Lei Zhen certainly wouldn't dare.
It's impossible that he was suddenly taken hostage and threatened by Ning Ruan; it's impossible that he was truly willing to do so.
"Young Fellow Daoist Ning, no matter what, I have always been cooperating with you."
"Of course, otherwise why would I give you another chance?"
Ning Ruan responded with a light laugh.
With a paintbrush in hand, he skillfully began to draw ink-wash figures on the scroll.
In a short while, Lei Zhen sensed the despair that the leader of the Wild Goose had felt back then.
A large group of crooked, ink-wash figures swarmed towards him.
"Get out of my way!" Lei Zhen's expression changed drastically, and he roared.
Even though his cultivation was stripped away, his body was gradually weakening.
However, the combat experience of a Golden Core Realm expert over many years remains.
He exerted all his strength and threw a punch, instantly turning the few ink-wash figures at the forefront into scattered ink dots.
But those ink dots quickly regrouped in mid-air.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed back into a crooked little man, fearlessly lunging forward once more.
"boom!"
A tiny, ink-wash-style figure's fist slammed solidly into his eye socket.
It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting.
Lei Zhen was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds rang out.
More ink-wash figures rushed up and punched and kicked him.
The moves were completely unpredictable, yet extremely cunning.
What humiliated him even more was that the attacks by these ink-wash figurines were completely devoid of skill.
It was the most primitive form of punching and kicking, and some even grabbed his thighs and tried to bite them with their teeth.
How can this be called a fight?
It was clearly a fight between children!
When has he, a Golden Core elder of the Thunder Leopard Clan, ever suffered such an insult?
More and more ink-wash figures appeared, layer upon layer, like a black tide, completely engulfing him.
Unable to draw upon spiritual power, one naturally cannot use a defensive shield.
A barrage of fists rained down on him, the intense pain causing him to gasp for breath.
But how powerful is the soul of a Golden Core cultivator?
Even when suppressed, their spirit remains as firm as a rock.
But that's the problem.
Strength cannot match the divine soul.
At this moment, my body was in excruciating pain, almost to the point of numbness.
Yet, the soul remained steadfastly clear, making the pain all the more acute.
"Ning Ruan!"
Lei Zhen roared, his spirit surging, causing the figures of the ink-wash figures around him to become somewhat ethereal. "A scholar can be killed! But not humiliated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more ink-wash figures rushed forward and pinned him to the ground again, rendering him unable to move.
Lei Zhen could only continue roaring, "What exactly do you want? If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why humiliate me like this?"