Chapter 188: The Assassins
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Chapter 188: The Assassins
This night, twelve groups of forces arrived in White Dragon City from the Imperial City. Each group came with overwhelming momentum, gathering numerous experts and further complicating the already chaotic situation in White Dragon City.
With the involvement of the Imperial City's factions, even the martial artists of the Demon Sect temporarily quieted down. Strangely, there were no conflicts as they all observed, each suspecting the others of having called in reinforcements.
Ning Xiaochuan, however, remained largely unaffected. Returning to the inn, he immediately resumed his cultivation. His martial prowess had already reached the pinnacle of the Divine Body Realm—the peak of the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. There was no further room for breakthrough, so he now focused on advancing to the Transcendent Realm.
The Transcendent Realm also consisted of nine minor levels. With each advancement, the body underwent a transformation. After nine such transformations, one would transcend the mundane and attain the title of "Earthly Venerable."
Ning Xiaochuan circulated the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, drawing the energy from the air like flowing water into his body at thirty-two times the normal speed. It merged with his flesh and refined his blood.
At his current level, breaking through to the Transcendent Realm required waiting for the right opportunity. Once that moment arrived, he would find the gateway to the Transcendent Realm.
Boom!
Just as Ning Xiaochuan was deep in cultivation, a massive hole burst open in the ceiling of the inn. A pitch-black spear descended with a roar like a tiger shaking mountains and rivers. Profound Qi surged downward, rattling the tables and chairs.
"I knew someone wouldn’t stay quiet."
Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes snapped open, his pupils dark as ink. The Profound Qi within his body converged toward his brow, condensing into a single point of light.
Boom!
The divine ability "Blazing Sun Scorching the Heavens" erupted, raising the surrounding temperature eightfold. A beam of light collided with the spear’s tip.
The clash of two powerful streams of Profound Qi unleashed a terrifying shockwave, shattering the inn’s walls.
The spear-wielder was a man clad in black robes, his face concealed behind an iron mask. His fingers were encased in hooked iron gauntlets. "Ning Xiaochuan, hand over the Northern Abyss Divine Art, and I’ll spare your life."
Ning Xiaochuan flipped to his feet, purple Misty Profound Qi swirling around his arms. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "So you’re from the Emperor's Martial Palace."
"Nonsense! It’s not just the disciples of the palace who know you’ve cultivated the Northern Abyss Divine Art. Countless people covet this miraculous technique," the masked man retorted coldly.
"That only confirms you’re from the Emperor's Martial Palace," Ning Xiaochuan said.
The spear in the masked man’s hand was a Five-Star Mystic Artifact known as the "Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear." With a sweeping motion, he sent the entire roof of the inn flying.
Crash!
Wooden beams and pillars collapsed.
Ning Xiaochuan activated "Rainbow Teleportation," his body soaring into the sky like a radiant beam of light.
"Ning Xiaochuan, we’ve been waiting for you."
Outside the inn stood four masked warriors draped in black cloaks. Each held a two-meter-long "Dragon-Tendon Bow," arrows wrapped in dense Profound Qi already nocked.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four specially crafted arrows—forged from Black Iron and infused with Spirit Jade, making them One-Star Mystic Artifacts—streaked through the air, chasing Ning Xiaochuan into the sky.
These arrows were specifically designed to slay powerful mystic beasts, with each arrow worth over a million Small Coins.
The Dragon-Tendon Bows in their hands were crafted from the sinews of Dragon Elephants, their strings impossible for ordinary people to draw. Only a martial artist at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm could pull the bowstring to a firing position.
These four men were all at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. Though they couldn’t draw the Dragon-Tendon Bow into a full crescent shape, they could still unleash its terrifying power.
The moment Ning Xiaochuan leaped 66.67 meters into the air, four Mystic Arrows streaked toward him, trailing long tails.
Moreover, the arrows’ trajectories weren’t straight but curved, constantly shifting. No matter which angle Ning Xiaochuan dodged to, the arrows would pierce his body.
Ning Xiaochuan drew out Ming Yang’s heavy sword, gripping it tightly as he channeled all his Profound Qi. In rapid succession, he slashed thirty-two times, deflecting the four Mystic Arrows one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The arrows were knocked away—only to return.
They seemed sentient, their flight paths controlled by the martial artists.
The arrows’ power gradually weakened, their speed slowing.
"Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi!"
A surge of purple Profound Qi erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, blasting the four arrows away. They plummeted to the ground, shattering boulders and snapping trees in half.
CRASH!
Ning Xiaochuan gripped the heavy sword with both hands, descending from the sky in a devastating slash aimed at the Black-Faced Man standing at the center.
Among the five men wearing black iron masks, four were at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm—martial artists others could only look up to in awe.
But the man at the center, holding a spear, was even stronger—like an unshakable mountain rooted to the earth.
The Black-Faced Man’s gaze was sharp as he tightened his grip on the Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear. With a sudden tremor, he thrust it violently toward the sky.
CLANG!
The sword’s edge clashed against the spear’s tip, sending a shower of sparks flying.
The immense force was redirected by the Black-Faced Man into the ground, shattering the bluestone street beneath his feet. The impact caused the surrounding ten-meter diameter of the road to sink downward.
"Transcendent Realm cultivation!" Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Only a Transcendent Realm martial artist could have blocked that strike.
This was a true Transcendent Realm expert.
But Ning Xiaochuan could sense that the man hadn’t been in this realm for long—his Profound Qi was still unstable.
The Black-Faced Man sneered. "The gap between the Divine Body Realm and the Transcendent Realm is like the distance between heaven and earth. The fact that you can withstand two moves from me proves your combat power is at least equivalent to six Ninth-Level Divine Body Realm martial artists—enough to be Invincible in the Same Realm. But against me, you are destined to lose."
BOOM!
The Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear spun violently, unleashing a cacophony of tiger roars, ghostly wails, and mystic beast howls. A Dark Cloud surged from the spear, rushing toward Ning Xiaochuan.
Any other martial artist would have been helpless, watching as the spear impaled them.
But Ning Xiaochuan was different. Wings unfurled from his back as he shot upward against the current.
If only Little Red were here… Merged with it, even a Transcendent Realm martial artist could be slain. The thought flashed through Ning Xiaochuan’s mind.
Little Red did not accompany Ning Xiaochuan when he left Emperor's Martial Palace, instead staying with Ning Xin'er. With it taking care of Ning Xin'er, Ning Xiaochuan felt much more at ease.
Of course, even without Little Red, Ning Xiaochuan was confident in facing a newly advanced Transcendent Realm martial artist.
Ning Xiaochuan did not flee but hovered 33 meters above the ground, looking down at the masked attackers below. "Your combat style is ruthless, your Profound Qi sharp, and you even wield the military-forbidden artifact 'Dragon-Tendon Bow.' I’ve already guessed who you are. Go back and tell Captain Han Fu that if he wants to cultivate the Northern Abyss Divine Art, he shouldn’t resort to such tricks. He can come and bow to me as his master—if I’m in a good mood, I might just take him as my disciple."
Apart from the Law Enforcement Team of Emperor's City, Ning Xiaochuan couldn’t think of anyone else.
Sun Haixing wore a black iron mask, but beneath it, his expression changed. He was inwardly shocked—Ning Xiaochuan was far too sharp. After just a brief exchange, he had already deduced their origins.
Sun Haixing was the fourth-ranked member of the Law Enforcement Team, and the four experts who had come with him to White Dragon City were also elite members of the team.
"Ning Xiaochuan is proving more troublesome than expected."
Sun Haixing had initially thought capturing Ning Xiaochuan and forcing him to reveal the Northern Abyss Divine Art would be easy. Now, it seemed he would have to put in more effort.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you overestimate us. We are merely nameless nobodies with no connection to Emperor's Martial Palace," Sun Haixing said, deliberately making his voice hoarse to avoid further exposure.
Ning Xiaochuan only responded with a cold laugh.
Sun Haixing let out a sharp whistle, and a wolf-like fourth-grade mystic beast flew out, landing before him.
While Ning Xiaochuan could fly using his Martial Arts Divine Abilities, Sun Haixing had to rely on a mystic beast to take to the skies. Otherwise, even touching Ning Xiaochuan’s sleeve would be impossible, let alone capturing him.
"You all go and capture Yu Ningsheng. I’ll deal with Ning Xiaochuan."
Sun Haixing gripped the Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear and stood atop the Sky Spider Wolf. The beast spread its dual wings and soared into the air, charging toward Ning Xiaochuan at incredible speed.
With a sweeping motion of his spear, Sun Haixing unleashed a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl’s mouth.
Ning Xiaochuan, having cultivated his Heavenly Phenomenon Divine Body to its peak, channeled his Profound Qi wildly, instantly altering the weather across half of White Dragon City.
The sky darkened with dark clouds, the air grew heavy, and heavy rain began to fall in droplets.
Within the clouds, lightning flickered like purple serpents, and heavenly thunder boomed like a massive bell, creating a scene of awe-inspiring natural phenomena.
Though Ning Xiaochuan was only at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm, his strength was enough to rival Sun Haixing’s.
The two clashed repeatedly, chasing and battling across the skies above White Dragon City, startling many martial artists below.
While the Demon Sect’s martial artists had been causing chaos in White Dragon City, those were mostly low-level skirmishes. The older, more powerful experts had generally refrained from intervening.
Tonight was different—a battle between Transcendent Realm martial artists had erupted, a level of power surpassing even many of the older generation.
"Captain, should we intervene?"
A member of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion stood atop a palace roof, watching the distant battle, and whispered the question to Ji Hanxing.
Ji Hanxing wore armor, her figure curvaceous and heroic, standing straight with her hands behind her back, exuding more majesty than many men.
Her eyes were unlike those of ordinary people, with pupils as green as translucent jade, and her long hair was a striking turquoise. She said, "No need. This time, our primary mission is to solve the case. Since Ning Xiaochuan also wants to investigate, he must endure some hardships. Once he realizes his own limitations, he’ll naturally retreat obediently."
Ji Hanxing held some goodwill toward Ning Xiaochuan, but on this matter, there was no room for compromise.
"But what if someone seizes the Imperial Authority Token from Ning Xiaochuan?"
Ji Hanxing coldly snorted, "Anyone daring to take the Imperial Authority Token is courting death. Keep watching. Pay attention to the Demon Sect members—if they dare interfere, kill them without mercy."
This night, twelve groups of forces arrived in White Dragon City from the Imperial City. Each group came with overwhelming momentum, gathering numerous experts and further complicating the already chaotic situation in White Dragon City.
With the involvement of the Imperial City's factions, even the martial artists of the Demon Sect temporarily quieted down. Strangely, there were no conflicts as they all observed, each suspecting the others of having called in reinforcements.
Ning Xiaochuan, however, remained largely unaffected. Returning to the inn, he immediately resumed his cultivation. His martial prowess had already reached the pinnacle of the Divine Body Realm—the peak of the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. There was no further room for breakthrough, so he now focused on advancing to the Transcendent Realm.
The Transcendent Realm also consisted of nine minor levels. With each advancement, the body underwent a transformation. After nine such transformations, one would transcend the mundane and attain the title of "Earthly Venerable."
Ning Xiaochuan circulated the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, drawing the energy from the air like flowing water into his body at thirty-two times the normal speed. It merged with his flesh and refined his blood.
At his current level, breaking through to the Transcendent Realm required waiting for the right opportunity. Once that moment arrived, he would find the gateway to the Transcendent Realm.
Boom!
Just as Ning Xiaochuan was deep in cultivation, a massive hole burst open in the ceiling of the inn. A pitch-black spear descended with a roar like a tiger shaking mountains and rivers. Profound Qi surged downward, rattling the tables and chairs.
"I knew someone wouldn’t stay quiet."
Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes snapped open, his pupils dark as ink. The Profound Qi within his body converged toward his brow, condensing into a single point of light.
Boom!
The divine ability "Blazing Sun Scorching the Heavens" erupted, raising the surrounding temperature eightfold. A beam of light collided with the spear’s tip.
The clash of two powerful streams of Profound Qi unleashed a terrifying shockwave, shattering the inn’s walls.
The spear-wielder was a man clad in black robes, his face concealed behind an iron mask. His fingers were encased in hooked iron gauntlets. "Ning Xiaochuan, hand over the Northern Abyss Divine Art, and I’ll spare your life."
Ning Xiaochuan flipped to his feet, purple Misty Profound Qi swirling around his arms. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "So you’re from the Emperor's Martial Palace."
"Nonsense! It’s not just the disciples of the palace who know you’ve cultivated the Northern Abyss Divine Art. Countless people covet this miraculous technique," the masked man retorted coldly.
"That only confirms you’re from the Emperor's Martial Palace," Ning Xiaochuan said.
The spear in the masked man’s hand was a Five-Star Mystic Artifact known as the "Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear." With a sweeping motion, he sent the entire roof of the inn flying.
Crash!
Wooden beams and pillars collapsed.
Ning Xiaochuan activated "Rainbow Teleportation," his body soaring into the sky like a radiant beam of light.
"Ning Xiaochuan, we’ve been waiting for you."
Outside the inn stood four masked warriors draped in black cloaks. Each held a two-meter-long "Dragon-Tendon Bow," arrows wrapped in dense Profound Qi already nocked.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four specially crafted arrows—forged from Black Iron and infused with Spirit Jade, making them One-Star Mystic Artifacts—streaked through the air, chasing Ning Xiaochuan into the sky.
These arrows were specifically designed to slay powerful mystic beasts, with each arrow worth over a million Small Coins.
The Dragon-Tendon Bows in their hands were crafted from the sinews of Dragon Elephants, their strings impossible for ordinary people to draw. Only a martial artist at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm could pull the bowstring to a firing position.
These four men were all at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. Though they couldn’t draw the Dragon-Tendon Bow into a full crescent shape, they could still unleash its terrifying power.
The moment Ning Xiaochuan leaped 66.67 meters into the air, four Mystic Arrows streaked toward him, trailing long tails.
Moreover, the arrows’ trajectories weren’t straight but curved, constantly shifting. No matter which angle Ning Xiaochuan dodged to, the arrows would pierce his body.
Ning Xiaochuan drew out Ming Yang’s heavy sword, gripping it tightly as he channeled all his Profound Qi. In rapid succession, he slashed thirty-two times, deflecting the four Mystic Arrows one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The arrows were knocked away—only to return.
They seemed sentient, their flight paths controlled by the martial artists.
The arrows’ power gradually weakened, their speed slowing.
"Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi!"
A surge of purple Profound Qi erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, blasting the four arrows away. They plummeted to the ground, shattering boulders and snapping trees in half.
CRASH!
Ning Xiaochuan gripped the heavy sword with both hands, descending from the sky in a devastating slash aimed at the Black-Faced Man standing at the center.
Among the five men wearing black iron masks, four were at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm—martial artists others could only look up to in awe.
But the man at the center, holding a spear, was even stronger—like an unshakable mountain rooted to the earth.
The Black-Faced Man’s gaze was sharp as he tightened his grip on the Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear. With a sudden tremor, he thrust it violently toward the sky.
CLANG!
The sword’s edge clashed against the spear’s tip, sending a shower of sparks flying.
The immense force was redirected by the Black-Faced Man into the ground, shattering the bluestone street beneath his feet. The impact caused the surrounding ten-meter diameter of the road to sink downward.
"Transcendent Realm cultivation!" Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Only a Transcendent Realm martial artist could have blocked that strike.
This was a true Transcendent Realm expert.
But Ning Xiaochuan could sense that the man hadn’t been in this realm for long—his Profound Qi was still unstable.
The Black-Faced Man sneered. "The gap between the Divine Body Realm and the Transcendent Realm is like the distance between heaven and earth. The fact that you can withstand two moves from me proves your combat power is at least equivalent to six Ninth-Level Divine Body Realm martial artists—enough to be Invincible in the Same Realm. But against me, you are destined to lose."
BOOM!
The Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear spun violently, unleashing a cacophony of tiger roars, ghostly wails, and mystic beast howls. A Dark Cloud surged from the spear, rushing toward Ning Xiaochuan.
Any other martial artist would have been helpless, watching as the spear impaled them.
But Ning Xiaochuan was different. Wings unfurled from his back as he shot upward against the current.
If only Little Red were here… Merged with it, even a Transcendent Realm martial artist could be slain. The thought flashed through Ning Xiaochuan’s mind.
Little Red did not accompany Ning Xiaochuan when he left Emperor's Martial Palace, instead staying with Ning Xin'er. With it taking care of Ning Xin'er, Ning Xiaochuan felt much more at ease.
Of course, even without Little Red, Ning Xiaochuan was confident in facing a newly advanced Transcendent Realm martial artist.
Ning Xiaochuan did not flee but hovered 33 meters above the ground, looking down at the masked attackers below. "Your combat style is ruthless, your Profound Qi sharp, and you even wield the military-forbidden artifact 'Dragon-Tendon Bow.' I’ve already guessed who you are. Go back and tell Captain Han Fu that if he wants to cultivate the Northern Abyss Divine Art, he shouldn’t resort to such tricks. He can come and bow to me as his master—if I’m in a good mood, I might just take him as my disciple."
Apart from the Law Enforcement Team of Emperor's City, Ning Xiaochuan couldn’t think of anyone else.
Sun Haixing wore a black iron mask, but beneath it, his expression changed. He was inwardly shocked—Ning Xiaochuan was far too sharp. After just a brief exchange, he had already deduced their origins.
Sun Haixing was the fourth-ranked member of the Law Enforcement Team, and the four experts who had come with him to White Dragon City were also elite members of the team.
"Ning Xiaochuan is proving more troublesome than expected."
Sun Haixing had initially thought capturing Ning Xiaochuan and forcing him to reveal the Northern Abyss Divine Art would be easy. Now, it seemed he would have to put in more effort.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you overestimate us. We are merely nameless nobodies with no connection to Emperor's Martial Palace," Sun Haixing said, deliberately making his voice hoarse to avoid further exposure.
Ning Xiaochuan only responded with a cold laugh.
Sun Haixing let out a sharp whistle, and a wolf-like fourth-grade mystic beast flew out, landing before him.
While Ning Xiaochuan could fly using his Martial Arts Divine Abilities, Sun Haixing had to rely on a mystic beast to take to the skies. Otherwise, even touching Ning Xiaochuan’s sleeve would be impossible, let alone capturing him.
"You all go and capture Yu Ningsheng. I’ll deal with Ning Xiaochuan."
Sun Haixing gripped the Ghost-Seeking Soul-Snatching Spear and stood atop the Sky Spider Wolf. The beast spread its dual wings and soared into the air, charging toward Ning Xiaochuan at incredible speed.
With a sweeping motion of his spear, Sun Haixing unleashed a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl’s mouth.
Ning Xiaochuan, having cultivated his Heavenly Phenomenon Divine Body to its peak, channeled his Profound Qi wildly, instantly altering the weather across half of White Dragon City.
The sky darkened with dark clouds, the air grew heavy, and heavy rain began to fall in droplets.
Within the clouds, lightning flickered like purple serpents, and heavenly thunder boomed like a massive bell, creating a scene of awe-inspiring natural phenomena.
Though Ning Xiaochuan was only at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm, his strength was enough to rival Sun Haixing’s.
The two clashed repeatedly, chasing and battling across the skies above White Dragon City, startling many martial artists below.
While the Demon Sect’s martial artists had been causing chaos in White Dragon City, those were mostly low-level skirmishes. The older, more powerful experts had generally refrained from intervening.
Tonight was different—a battle between Transcendent Realm martial artists had erupted, a level of power surpassing even many of the older generation.
"Captain, should we intervene?"
A member of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion stood atop a palace roof, watching the distant battle, and whispered the question to Ji Hanxing.
Ji Hanxing wore armor, her figure curvaceous and heroic, standing straight with her hands behind her back, exuding more majesty than many men.
Her eyes were unlike those of ordinary people, with pupils as green as translucent jade, and her long hair was a striking turquoise. She said, "No need. This time, our primary mission is to solve the case. Since Ning Xiaochuan also wants to investigate, he must endure some hardships. Once he realizes his own limitations, he’ll naturally retreat obediently."
Ji Hanxing held some goodwill toward Ning Xiaochuan, but on this matter, there was no room for compromise.
"But what if someone seizes the Imperial Authority Token from Ning Xiaochuan?"
Ji Hanxing coldly snorted, "Anyone daring to take the Imperial Authority Token is courting death. Keep watching. Pay attention to the Demon Sect members—if they dare interfere, kill them without mercy."
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