Chapter 325: Blood City Iron Seal

Chapter 325: Blood City Iron Seal

"It's Sister!"

Inside the concealment formation, Nie Lanzhi's face lit up with joy, and she nearly rushed out.

Ning Xiaochuan swiftly grabbed her from behind, pulling her back. He covered her mouth with his hand, signaling for silence, then whispered in her ear, "Danger. The White Fox Heir is nearby."

Nie Lanzhi felt her petite body pressed tightly against Ning Xiaochuan's firm chest, the warmth of his body seeping into her. The tickling sensation near her ear made her skin flush with heat. Shyly, she nodded. "Mhm... I’ll listen to the Minor Marquis."

Unaware of her reaction, Ning Xiaochuan slowly released her and turned his gaze toward the two figures in the distance.

"I clearly sensed the White Fox Heir’s aura earlier. How did it vanish so suddenly?" Nie Lanxin murmured gravely.

Standing in the fierce wind, she wore a delicate veil that revealed only her golden eyes. Her figure was slender yet curvaceous—full breasts, a perky jade-like rear, and an exquisite silhouette. Wrapped in white Profound Qi, she exuded an ethereal, fairy-like aura.

A glimmer of light emerged between her brows, and her celestial eyes brightened, casting a golden hue over the entire space.

"This is Sister’s eighth innate Divine Ability, the Law-Breaking Spirit Pupil. It can see through all illusions. Even a single coin buried 100 meters underground wouldn’t escape her sight. Amazing, right?" Nie Lanzhi boasted proudly.

"If she can see through the formation I set up, then I’ll admit she’s impressive."

Ning Xiaochuan’s formation was arranged using the principles of Mystic Gate Arts. He didn’t believe Nie Lanxin’s Spirit Pupil could penetrate it.

Just as Nie Lanxin activated her Law-Breaking Spirit Pupil, the rocks and soil on the mountain behind her began to shift.

Boom!

The White Fox Heir burst forth from the mountainside, wielding a battle sword. Transforming into a streak of white light, it thrust its blade straight at Nie Lanxin.

The sword Qi was like a white rainbow—blindingly fast.

Swish!

Ye Nan Tian’s eyebrows lifted. The Purple Cloud Flying Sword on his back shot out in an instant, trailing purple lightning as it unleashed seventeen sword lights in succession, forcing the White Fox Heir back.

With effortless grace, Ye Nan Tian flicked his sleeve, recalling the sword. It flew back and embedded itself into the ground in front of him, the tip sinking a foot deep.

"As the Sword Saint’s successor, no sword Qi within 50 kilometers can evade my mental transmission. White Fox Heir, using a sword to ambush us was your greatest mistake." Ye Nan Tian remained composed—his jade-like features handsome and carefree, his robes pristine, his sleeves billowing like a Celestial Sword Immortal.

The White Fox Heir planted its battle sword into the ground and smirked coldly. "If you hand over the Three-Leaved Life Grass you stole, I might spare your lives out of respect for the Sword Saint."

"Arrogant fool!"

Nie Lanxin flicked her sleeve, summoning a White Jade Pipa into her hands. Her jade fingers plucked the strings, and the sound waves instantly coalesced into an ancient white sword that slashed toward the White Fox Heir.

A mesmerizing ancient melody flowed from her fingertips, filling the air with rippling sound waves.

The soundwaves condensed into eighty-one jade sword-wielding Fairy Sword Maidens, forming a formation that wove a massive sword net to suppress the enemy. This was the Tianyin Sect's most powerful Divine Ability, the "Fairy Sword Maiden." The Tianyin Sect's greatest strength lay in soundwave attacks, which could be described as omnipresent and indestructible.

Nie Lanxin's martial cultivation had already reached the Ninth Level of the Transcendent Realm, and when she unleashed the "Fairy Sword Maiden" Divine Ability, its power became even more formidable. The Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast, the White Fox Heir, was forced into a frantic retreat, feeling as though it was being besieged by eighty-one Martial Artists at once.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Nan Tian gathered Sword Qi, his aura surging as he shot forward with his sword, resembling a White Rainbow Piercing the Sun.

Thud!

The White Fox Heir's protective aura was shattered by the Sword Qi, and its left arm was severed, blood gushing from the wound. Ye Nan Tian's strength had exceeded the White Fox Heir's expectations—that sword strike had been so fast it was nearly invisible to the naked eye, its force powerful enough to pierce mountains. Otherwise, it would never have broken through its protective aura.

Ye Nan Tian stood with his sword held horizontally, purple blade dripping with blood as he coldly stared at the White Fox Heir.

Boom!

The White Fox Heir hurled a black iron seal toward Ye Nan Tian and Nie Lanxin. Initially no larger than a fist, the seal expanded mid-flight to over 60 meters tall, its rusted surface covered in inscriptions and formations, emitting a blinding dark light.

After launching the iron seal, the White Fox Heir immediately reverted to its true form, transforming into a streak of white light as it fled into the sky.

Ye Nan Tian channeled Earth Martial Essence from within his body, condensing it into twelve energy swords that formed a formation, lifting the black iron seal and suspending it more than 10 meters above the ground.

Whoosh!

Nie Lanxin plucked a string on her pipa, and a white string detached, transforming into an impossibly thin thread that slashed toward the fleeing White Fox in the sky.

Ah!

One of the White Fox's legs was severed, falling from the air as it let out a pained scream.

"Damn you, Ye Nan Tian! Nie Lanxin! I will make you pay tenfold for today's humiliation!" The White Fox Heir's venomous voice echoed through the air.

Both Ye Nan Tian and Nie Lanxin knew the White Fox Heir had the backing of a Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast ancestor, so they couldn't let it escape—they had to eliminate the root of the problem. Without hesitation, they gave chase.

With the three powerhouses gone, peace returned to the area.

Ning Xiaochuan dispelled his concealment formation and stepped out.

Ye Nan Tian and Nie Lanxin had pursued in such haste that they hadn't retrieved the black iron seal the White Fox Heir had thrown. The seal had fallen to the ground, shrinking back to fist size, its rusted surface making it appear utterly unremarkable—like nothing more than a worthless lump of iron.

But something the White Fox Heir had used to save its life couldn't possibly be ordinary.

Ning Xiaochuan reached down to pick it up but failed on his first attempt. "Huh? It's incredibly heavy."

Despite its small size, the iron seal weighed over 5,000 kg, its material unknown but impossibly dense.

"A Seventh-Grade Mystic Artifact."

Ning Xiaochuan exerted more strength before finally lifting it, smiling faintly. "It seems Nie Lanxin and Ye Nan Tian are truly formidable when working together—they forced the White Fox Heir to abandon a Seventh-Grade Mystic Artifact just to escape."

Ning Xiaochuan had previously fought the White Fox Heir and was well aware of its formidable strength. With its cultivation level, encountering Nie Lanxin or Ye Nan Tian alone wouldn’t have left it in such a wretched state.

Nie Lanzhi said, "Of course! My sister possesses the 'Dark Moon Heart Palace,' and Senior Brother Ye has the 'Profound Yang Heart Palace.' When they join forces, they are practically invincible. No one could possibly stand against them."

"Is that so? Not necessarily."

Ning Xiaochuan swiftly maneuvered, flying several hundred meters away, where he found a bloodied severed leg on the ground. Wisps of Blood Qi surged from the wound, flickering like crimson flames in the air.

This was one of the White Fox Heir’s legs.

"The blood of a Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast is a rare treasure indeed." Ning Xiaochuan’s heart swelled with delight.

The Small Red Dragon widened its eyes and lunged forward, eager to devour the severed leg in one gulp.

But Ning Xiaochuan was faster. He swiftly stored the leg inside a Mystic Wood Box, carefully preserving it to prevent the Blood Qi from dissipating.

"Roar! Roar!"

The Small Red Dragon tugged incessantly at Ning Xiaochuan’s pant leg, howling in protest.

"This leg is of great use to me. You can’t have it—for now." Ning Xiaochuan tossed the dragon a massive Dragon Eye, one meter in diameter, before stowing the Mystic Wood Box into his Heaven and Earth Bag.

Holding a drop of blood in his hand, Ning Xiaochuan followed its lingering aura, moving swiftly as if searching for something.

"Minor Marquis, what are you looking for?" Nie Lanzhi trailed closely behind him, curiosity brimming in her voice.

"The White Fox Heir."

Using mental transmission, Ning Xiaochuan traced the blood’s connection to locate the White Fox Heir’s current hiding place.

Blood and body were intrinsically linked—there had to be a connection.

Suddenly, Ning Xiaochuan halted, his gaze fixed on a sheer cliff ahead.

The cliff was steep, smooth, and utterly barren, devoid of any signs of life.

Anyone standing beneath it would find nothing unusual.

Boom!

Without warning, the cliff exploded, massive stones tumbling down.

The White Fox Heir shot out like Lightning, darting from the falling debris and slashing at Ning Xiaochuan with its sword.

Ning Xiaochuan had already anticipated its hiding spot. A black iron seal flew from his sleeve, expanding into a colossal mass the size of a small mountain, smashing the White Fox Heir away.

Already injured from Nie Lanxin and Ye Nan Tian’s combined assault, the White Fox Heir was no match for Ning Xiaochuan. Its body was sent crashing back into the cliff, leaving a massive crater.

Crash!

More massive stones rained down from the cliff’s peak.

Ning Xiaochuan recalled the iron seal, shrinking it back to fist size as it hovered above his palm.

"Ning Xiaochuan, return my 'Blood City Iron Seal'!" The White Fox Heir limped out from the cliff, covered in dust, utterly disheveled.

Ning Xiaochuan said, "In your current state, you’re no match for me. However… if you agree to help me with something, I might just return this seal to you."

"Hah!"

The White Fox Heir laughed coldly. "And if I refuse?"

"It doesn’t matter. If you want to be a cripple for the rest of your life, no one can stop you." Ning Xiaochuan smiled faintly and prepared to leave with Nie Lanzhi.

The White Fox Heir glanced at its injured leg and finally gritted its teeth, calling out, "Can you really make my severed leg regrow?"

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Ning Xiaochuan’s lips as he turned around. "I am an Advanced Heart Nurturer. If even I can’t restore your severed leg, then no one else can."

"What exactly do you want from me in return?" the White Fox Heir asked.

"No rush. First, I’ll reattach your leg, and then we can discuss cooperation. It’s better to resolve grievances than to hold onto them, don’t you think?"

With a friendly smile, Ning Xiaochuan took out a Mystic Wood Box, retrieved the White Fox Heir’s severed leg, and prepared to reattach it.