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Chapter 112: Who Took Advantage of Whom?

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Chapter 112: Who Took Advantage of Whom?

Being restricted to cultivating the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi and no longer able to use Martial Venerable's Blood or the Golden-Threaded Purple Wood Box, Ning Xiaochuan’s cultivation speed was inevitably slowed down, forcing him to progress step by step.

However, this had its benefits. Recently, Ning Xiaochuan’s cultivation had advanced too rapidly, making his foundation unstable and his state erratic. Taking this time to consolidate his realm was actually a good thing.

Moreover, relying solely on the Demonic Sword to boost his cultivation could easily lead him down a dark path, eventually causing him to lose himself.

As Ning Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the stone bed, cultivating the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, a ghostly figure suddenly flew in from outside, moving with Lightning-like speed to snatch the Cold Jade Vial placed beside the bed.

She directly uncorked the vial and poured the Martial Venerable's Blood inside into her mouth.

"Who dares steal my treasures?!"

Ning Xiaochuan jolted awake, a golden light shooting from between his brows and striking the intruder.

The figure’s body was enveloped in a layer of crimson Blood Qi, blocking the golden light for a brief moment. Yet, she still let out a miserable cry and was sent flying backward.

The Cold Jade Vial in her hand was flung into the air, spinning wildly.

Ning Xiaochuan moved swiftly, catching the vial midair. Upon inspection, his heart ached—more than half of the Martial Venerable's Blood was gone, leaving only about forty drops.

This was an absolute disaster, a devastating loss.

This thief was ruthless! She had gulped down seventy or eighty drops of Martial Venerable's Blood in one go—wasn’t she afraid of bursting?

Ning Xiaochuan lit a lamp, revealing a beautiful young girl curled up on the ground, clutching her chest tightly and moaning in pain.

So this was the thief.

After drinking dozens of drops of Martial Venerable's Blood, she was finally feeling the consequences, wasn’t she?

Ning Xiaochuan examined her closely and exclaimed, "Huh? Isn’t this Princess Lanfei?"

The golden light from Ning Xiaochuan’s brow had struck Princess Lanfei directly in the chest.

Now, her chest was still bleeding, staining a large portion of her dress red.

"Didn’t the Ugly Old Crone say she had fully revived Princess Lanfei into a real person? Then why would she steal my Martial Venerable's Blood? Could it be that Princess Lanfei is still a Half-Corpse Slave, just more human-like than before?"

Bringing the dead back to life was already nearly impossible.

Ning Xiaochuan lifted Princess Lanfei from the ground and placed her on the stone bed.

Gradually, her pain subsided, and the wound on her chest healed at a visible rate. Soon, it was completely gone, without even a scar left behind.

Princess Lanfei had a graceful figure, delicate and fair skin, and naturally, her jade-like peaks were quite striking. However, Ning Xiaochuan wasn’t particularly interested in any of that at the moment. What astonished him was the speed of her physical recovery.

This kind of regenerative ability was no longer human.

It was too fast!

"First, the Ugly Old Crone reattached Princess Lanfei’s head and refined her into a Half-Corpse Slave. Then, she was placed inside the Ancient Cauldron to be tempered, absorbing the Ancient Elixir Qi. What kind of existence has she become now?"

"Just who is the Ugly Old Crone? I should have gone to the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall to seek out Master Huo and ask about her true identity!"

Ning Xiaochuan fetched clean water, untied Princess Lanfei's robe, and used a cloth to wipe the blood from her chest.

After cleaning away the blood, Princess Lanfei's chest was revealed in a dazzling expanse of fair skin, so mesmerizingly beautiful that Ning Xiaochuan couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart.

Just as his gaze lingered on her chest, Princess Lanfei's eyes snapped open, locking with his.

At first, she was stunned, then she felt the chill on her chest and realized her disheveled clothing as she lay on the bed.

"Shameless!"

Princess Lanfei hastily wrapped her robe around herself and retreated to the corner of the stone bed, assuming a defensive posture. A surge of white Profound Qi gathered in her palm, condensing into a Profound Qi Sword.

Her eyes were icy as she gritted her teeth and spat, "Ning Xiaochuan! What method did you use to bring me here? What exactly did you do to me?"

Damn it.

She’s forgotten what happened again.

Ning Xiaochuan felt deeply aggrieved. After all, he was the one who had suffered the greatest loss—dozens of drops of Martial Venerable's Blood had been consumed by her.

Yet now, it seemed as if he had taken advantage of her.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Xiaochuan suppressed the urge to seize Princess Lanfei and refine her back into Martial Venerable's Blood in a cauldron.

He shook his head lightly, choosing not to respond to her accusations, and instead rinsed the bloodstained cloth in the clean water.

Seeing that Ning Xiaochuan dared to ignore her, Princess Lanfei grew even more furious. A surge of dense Blood Qi erupted from her arm as she swung her sword toward his back.

"Swish!"

The sword Qi transformed into a crescent-shaped arc of white light.

Frowning, Ning Xiaochuan slapped the water basin, sending droplets splashing into the air. They vaporized and condensed into dozens of Sword Qi Shadows.

"Boom!"

The entire stone house exploded, sending Ning Xiaochuan and Princess Lanfei flying out amidst the rubble.

Princess Lanfei refused to let him go, determined to settle both old and new grudges—especially the humiliation she had suffered at Fire Demon Mountain.

And now, Ning Xiaochuan had dragged her onto a bed again, pushing her to the brink of fury.

Her Profound Qi Sword had shattered in the earlier clash, but her arms were even more terrifying than the sword itself. Every swing unleashed waves of Profound Qi more devastating than sword Qi.

When Ning Xiaochuan collided with her arm, he felt an overwhelming force crashing down on him. Even with his current Physical Strength, he could barely withstand it.

He quickly employed the martial technique "Star Shifting," drawing circles with his hands to disperse and neutralize the force of her strike. However, her attack was simply too powerful—he could only mitigate the impact, not redirect it.

How is she this strong?

Ah, right—it must be because she consumed dozens of drops of Martial Venerable's Blood.

After absorbing them, who knew how much her cultivation had advanced?

Princess Lanfei was also astonished. Her strength had suddenly surged to another level, almost beyond her control.

Why had her power increased so drastically?

In the distance, warriors near the ten martial arenas watched as Ning Xiaochuan and Princess Lanfei burst out of the stone house.

Their fierce battle drew the attention of many onlookers.

"Ning Xiaochuan and Princess Lanfei just rushed out of the stone house! They’re fighting like sworn enemies—it’s brutal!"

"Look, Princess Lanfei’s robes are disheveled and torn in several places. She’s clutching them tightly, and her belt is missing—where could it have gone?"

This was a scene ripe for wild speculation, and many minds conjured up vivid, scandalous images.

A young female genius spoke up, "No way. Ning Xiaochuan is known as the Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool in the World. He even rejected the marriage with Princess Qianxi for Yu Ningsheng’s sake. How could he possibly harass Princess Lanfei?"

"Just because he’s the Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool doesn’t mean he can’t fool around with women. I don’t buy it. Unless he’s the world’s greatest eunuch, there’s no way he’d stay chaste."

The battle between Ning Xiaochuan and Princess Lanfei grew increasingly intense, kicking up dust and sand that swirled through the air.

Even several instructors from the Emperor's Martial Palace took notice of their clash.

Beneath the shade of nearby trees stood two elderly men, observing the duel between Ning Xiaochuan and Princess Lanfei.

Jun Weisheng, with his three-foot-long white beard and deeply wrinkled face—a man over 120 years old—sighed, "Both are peerless geniuses with formidable Physical Strength. Ning Xiaochuan must be using the Jian Pavilion Marquis House’s secret techniques, effortlessly deflecting Princess Lanfei’s attacks to drain her stamina."

Yan Benjue, though over a century old, appeared no older than a middle-aged man in his forties, with jet-black hair and thick brows. He remarked, "Old Mu believes Ming Yang is the most talented of this generation, but he overlooked Princess Lanfei’s brilliance. Just her Physical Strength alone makes her nearly as strong as Ming Yang."

Jun Weisheng shook his head. "Princess Lanfei’s cultivation realm is still too weak to be a match for Ming Yang. His Supreme Sword Dao is nearly invincible within the same cultivation realm. Among the younger generation, few can withstand even a single strike from him."

Yan Benjue countered, "I believe Princess Lanfei has greater potential. She might just have what it takes to challenge Ming Yang."

This time, Jun Weisheng didn’t argue. "This generation has indeed produced several astonishing talents. Normally, only one emerges per cycle, but this time, there are multiple. The rise of Supreme Sword Dao cultivators truly enriches this era."

"When an emperor emerges, several kings will inevitably appear to temper him. But in the end, only the emperor will shine brightest, becoming the symbol of the era. The kings are merely rivals on his path to greatness, destined to be left far behind. Clearly, Ming Yang is that emperor."

Princess Lanfei grew stronger as the battle raged on, as if her power was inexhaustible.

Meanwhile, Ning Xiaochuan was inwardly furious—dozens of drops of Martial Venerable's Blood had been consumed by her, boosting her cultivation at an alarming rate.

This was utterly unfair.

If not for the crowd of warriors gathered around, Ning Xiaochuan would have summoned the Demonic Sword and plunged it into her skull, draining her Blood Qi dry to reclaim what was lost.

It wasn’t that Ning Xiaochuan was petty—it was just that Martial Venerable's Blood was far too precious. Every drop was as valuable as a rare mystic medicine.

"Princess Lanfei's combat prowess is simply overwhelming, forcing Ning Xiaochuan into a purely defensive stance. Tell me, how could he possibly have stripped her clothes off? It doesn't make sense!"

"How do you know he stripped her clothes?"

"If Ning Xiaochuan didn't strip her clothes, why would she try to kill him?"

"That... actually makes some sense... Ah—!"

Before the warrior could finish speaking, Princess Lanfei charged forward and struck him with a single palm, sending him flying over 10 meters away. He crashed onto the yellow sand, tumbling down the dune while coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Murong Wushuang rushed over from a distance, standing beside Ning Xiaochuan as she condensed a Profound Qi Sword in her hand, glaring warily at Princess Lanfei. "Brother Chuan, is Princess Lanfei trying to attack you again?"

Ning Xiaochuan gave a slight nod, his eyes burning with anger. "This time, I suffered a huge loss—she took advantage of me."

The warriors watching from afar exchanged strange glances. Now the logic made sense.

A young female genius whispered under her breath, "I told you Ning Xiaochuan is devoted and wouldn't harass another woman. Now you see—it was Princess Lanfei who tried to take advantage of him!"

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