I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 1315 I Make No Choice

"I've brought you here! I've told you everything I know! Why? Why can't you let me go?!"

"Let me out! I'll do anything you ask if you can let me out!"

Inside the scroll, the Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator was still desperately begging for mercy.

"Ning Ruan, let me out."

The mournful voice, heard through the painting, was even clearer in the desolate, boundless landscape.

Ning Ruan's expression remained unchanged, not even a tremor in her eyelashes.

She simply said, "Let you go? No way."

"After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

Ning Ruan slightly raised her gaze and it fell on the figure lying quietly on the spirit boat, whose colors were still vibrant.

"So, you'd better go and be buried with them."

"That's fair."

As soon as Ning Ruan finished speaking, the begging Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator was about to open his mouth when he was pressed back to the ground by a group of ink-wash figures.

To carry out a physical attack.

Every move is deadly.

Even through the painting, Qian Jue, who remained silent to the side, felt a chill.

What's even more chilling is that Ning Ruan is clearly seeking revenge for the Chosen One who died on Earth.

He didn't understand when the two of them had crossed paths.

They had clearly fought each other before.

How come you suddenly seem so great?

However, regardless of the circumstances, the fall of the Flame Sparrow Clan was partly due to the efforts of the ten major races.

Ning Ruan could very well use the same methods to deal with this group of Nether Phoenix Clan members.

"..." The more I thought about it, the more complicated my feelings became.

Within the scroll, the only Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator whose mouth hadn't been gagged also managed to speak with difficulty:

"You came here for that destiny?"

"You want to avenge her?"

"Wait, she may not actually be completely dead."

"Her soul... her soul might still be there."

The last sentence was almost shouted out.

They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would miss their chance to speak.

Ning Ruan's fingers, which were holding the golden paintbrush, paused slightly.

next moment.

She raised her hand and gently tapped the scroll.

The group of ink-wash figures who were pressing down on the cultivators of the Nether Phoenix Clan seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped, taking a step back.

Suddenly free, the screams of the Nether Phoenix Clan cultivators abruptly ceased, replaced by heavy panting, as if a drowning person had grasped at a straw at the last moment.

He quickly replied, "Really, I'm not kidding you, she might actually still be alive."

"Is the soul still there?"

Ning Ruan narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone devoid of any emotion, "What do you mean?"

Her gaze fell once again on Chiling's corpse.

Life is extinguished, spirit dissipates, and the body grows cold.

No matter what secret methods are used to investigate, this is a corpse that is beyond dead.

Chi Ling is at the Foundation Establishment stage, but has not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Under normal circumstances, a person's soul dissipates naturally after death, without exception.

It is impossible for the soul to still exist several days after death.

He sensed the almost tangible killing intent in Ning Ruan's words.

The Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator within the scroll dared not conceal anything. Under the venomous gazes of his two companions, he hurriedly spoke:

"Our Nether Phoenix clan can only refine corpse puppets from a variety of corpses!"

"It has only a physical body but no soul. The result is just a low-grade product, with greatly reduced power. It can't even unleash a fraction of its original strength. Even in the future, it will be difficult to improve upon it."

"Therefore, in order to refine the most top-tier corpse puppet, one must use our clan's secret technique to forcibly lock the target's soul within their physical body at the very moment when the target is about to breathe their last and their soul is about to dissipate!"

"Only by refining the soul and the physical body together can the most perfect corpse puppet be born!"

"She is destiny. No one, no matter who, would allow such a perfect corpse puppet to lose its soul."

Therefore, her soul must still be inside her body.

Seeing that Ning Ruan did not interrupt him, the Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator's voice became increasingly urgent:

"After they succeeded, they were on the run and had no time to refine themselves in the environment!"

"Therefore I am certain that the soul of that destined one is still sealed within the body!"

Ning Ruan's expression remained unchanged, but a faint glimmer seemed to flash deep within her clear eyes before quickly disappearing back into them.

She raised her eyes, refocusing her gaze on the painting in front of her, her tone calm.

"Can it be taken out?" she asked.

The Nether Phoenix Clan cultivators within the scroll, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly said:

"Yes! Of course I can! I can break the soul-locking technique, and I can guide her soul out completely intact!"

"Take it out..." Ning Ruan paused, then asked the most crucial question, "Can it be revived?"

"..."

The sounds from within the scroll abruptly ceased.

After a full three breaths of silence, the Nether Phoenix Clan cultivator stammered, "This...this...I'm afraid he won't survive."

Fearing that Ning Ruan might order the ink-wash figures to attack again in a fit of anger, he explained very quickly:

"Her soul has been separated from her body for three days, and since it was forcibly imprisoned after death, she is already extremely weak, and her spiritual energy has begun to dissipate."

"Let alone possession and rebirth, even finding a suitable body is extremely difficult."

"Furthermore, possession is a heaven-defying act with many restrictions. Her remnant soul no longer meets any of the conditions for possession."

The answer was as expected.

Ning Ruan wasn't too disappointed.

She was only thinking of trying anything, if she could save them, she would; if not, she would make the three culprits pay with their lives.

"but!"

The cultivator from the Nether Phoenix Clan in the painting changed the subject, saying again, "Although she cannot be resurrected, I can guide her soul into a Soul-Nourishing Wood or a similar nurturing spiritual object!"

"As long as the spiritual object is not destroyed, her soul can endure, at least... at least retain a trace of consciousness, so as not to completely dissipate into the world."

"Moreover, the sooner the better!" he emphasized. "The longer the soul is locked in the corpse, the faster its spiritual essence will dissipate. Even if it is taken out in the end, it will only be a wisp of confused remnant soul, without any consciousness whatsoever!"

"I just want to live. If you agree to let me go, I can help you guide your soul right now."

"Let you go?" Ning Ruan chuckled. "Are you dreaming?"

"I want to save people, and I also want to kill you."

"I don't make a choice."

She said, "Now, you only have two choices: come out and help me guide my soul, and I will have this Lord of the Thousand Cities give you a quick death; otherwise, I will make you suffer endless torment until you die."

"You probably don't want to experience that pain again, right?"

Ning Ruan's face was radiant with a smile.

The contrast between his expression and his words was striking.

But Qianjue had no doubt about the feasibility of what she said.

If Ning Ruan says she's going to kill, then she really might actually kill.