Chapter 190: The Ruthless Ghost Envoy
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Chapter 190: The Ruthless Ghost Envoy
Though the woman’s words were sharp, Ning Xiaochuan wasn’t angered, for she spoke the truth. Compared to the experts of the Demon Sect, he was indeed just a novice.
Elder Qiu Xinghui’s expression darkened. He didn’t recall inviting this woman and was about to order her expulsion.
Ning Xiaochuan smiled faintly. "Elder Qiu, this lady is correct. Compared to the esteemed figures present, I am merely a junior."
He had no intention of arguing with her, but she seemed determined to provoke him. With a mocking laugh, she said, "Hmph! Ning Xiaochuan, you’ve already received the Imperial Authority Token from the Master of the Martial Palace. By seniority, you outrank everyone here. Yet you call yourself a junior? Are you deliberately mocking us?"
The seasoned martial artists present were no fools—they could tell this woman was targeting Ning Xiaochuan with ulterior motives.
A tall, gaunt middle-aged man stepped forward, his tone stern. "Miss, this is the Ninth Lady’s banquet. Dare you cause trouble here? Do you fear leaving in a coffin?"
"And who are you? Does the Heavenly Annihilation Dao’s Wanyu Hall answer to you?" retorted the woman in dark green robes.
The man’s face darkened. As a protector of the Xihua Sect with thousands of disciples under him, being berated by a young woman was a humiliation he couldn’t tolerate.
With a cold snort, dense Profound Qi mist surged from his body, enveloping the hall. His right arm gleamed with golden light, hardening like divine steel.
A golden flash streaked through the air as his palm descended toward the woman’s head—a devastating strike that forced the surrounding martial artists to retreat in alarm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden light flickered, shadows blurred, and Profound Qi erupted in all directions.
With a bloodcurdling scream, the middle-aged man was sent flying like a broken kite, landing lifelessly outside the hall.
The crowd gasped and rushed outside, only to find the man drenched in blood, his body cold—already dead.
"Protector Zhao was in the Transcendent Realm, yet that woman killed him in mere moves! She’s a demoness!"
"Demoness? She’s a slaughter star! We must capture her, or how will we answer to the Xihua Sect’s leader?"
Like a receding tide, the crowd surged back into the hall, surrounding the woman in dark green.
Yet she sat calmly, as if the killing were the most mundane act, showing no intention to flee.
Elder Qiu Xinghui’s forehead creased with wrinkles. "Miss, this is Wanyu Hall. Even if you possess earth-shaking power, you won’t leave here alive today."
The woman lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with disdain. "So you’re Qiu Xinghui of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao? Tell me—do you believe I could walk out of here today without you so much as touching a single hair of mine?"
Elder Qiu Xinghui's expression turned grim. This woman was far too arrogant, truly believing herself invincible under the heavens.
"Guards, seize her!" Elder Qiu ordered.
From outside the hall, six Death Warriors clad in black armor strode in, wielding Mystic Artifact war swords. Their armor, forged from Refined Meteorite Iron, weighed a staggering 4,000 kilograms. With each step they took, the ground trembled beneath them.
These were the elite warriors of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, volunteers who had willingly fused their bodies into iron, becoming the most fearsome "Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors."
Legends claimed that the combat prowess of the Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors could rival even that of the Dragon Elephant Divine Warriors.
Boom!
The six Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors raised their swords simultaneously, slashing down at the woman in dark green robes, intent on reducing her to mincemeat.
"Enough!" A commanding voice rang out.
A corpulent old woman materialized as a blur of shadows, standing firmly in the center of the hall.
She wore loose robes, her form seemingly woven from wisps of smoke, like a specter manifesting in the grand hall.
Yet, this mere apparition commanded such authority that every Martial Artist present bowed deeply, their faces filled with reverence and dread.
"This old woman wields immense authority," Ning Xiaochuan murmured under his breath.
Yu Ningsheng, standing beside him, condensed her voice into a thread and whispered into his ear, "I believe she must be the Ninth Lady."
Ning Xiaochuan stiffened slightly. "Impossible!"
In his mind, the Ninth Lady should at least be a stunning beauty, if not a young woman. How could a crone in her seventies or eighties still be called a "lady"?
Yu Ningsheng explained, "I’ve heard that Shang Pojun, the leader of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, had a daughter of extraordinary talent, the ninth in line, whom he personally designated as his successor. Shang Pojun lived for 153 years—even if he had a daughter, she would be over a century old now. No woman willingly admits to aging. The stronger a woman’s cultivation, the more she denies her age. When her father was still alive, it was perfectly natural for her to call herself the 'Ninth Lady.'"
Truly, only a woman could understand another woman’s mind.
Ning Xiaochuan was left speechless, realizing he had just gained another eye-opening lesson.
This imposing old woman—strictly speaking—was merely the Martial Soul Avatar of the Ninth Lady, not her true form.
"Are you the Saintess?" the Ninth Lady asked.
"Finally, someone of significance arrives," the woman in dark green robes said, rising to her feet. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the elegant curves of her body. As she stretched, her slender yet firm waist was revealed, along with a delicate navel amidst her snow-white skin.
She produced a token, emblazoned with a Ghost Head Seal, and declared solemnly, "The Saintess has arrived in White Dragon City. I am one of her six Ghost Envoys—the Ruthless Ghost Envoy."
At the sight of the token, every Martial Artist present—except the Ninth Lady—dropped to their knees, their faces filled with awe.
"The Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Clans pay homage to the Ghost Envoy!" they chorused.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart trembled. The origins of this woman dressed in dark green robes seemed anything but simple. Even the esteemed figures from the Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Great Families were kneeling before her. Could she be from the Demon Sect Headquarters?
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy put away the Ghost Head Seal Token, her round, bright eyes fixed on Ning Xiaochuan. The corners of her moist red lips curled slightly. "Ning Xiaochuan, why do you not kneel?"
Ning Xiaochuan replied, "I am not a member of the Demon Sect. Why should I kneel?"
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy no longer pressed the matter, instead declaring haughtily, "Our Saintess wishes to see you. Come with me."
"Apologies, but I have no connection with your Saintess. If she wishes to meet, she should come to me, not the other way around." Ning Xiaochuan had never liked being controlled, least of all by members of the Demon Sect.
"Don’t you want to know the truth about that past case from ten years ago?" The Ruthless Ghost Envoy sneered.
Ning Xiaochuan's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Let’s go."
Without another word, Ning Xiaochuan turned and strode out of the grand hall.
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy was mildly astonished, thinking to herself, This Ning Xiaochuan has quite the nerve. Countless within the Demon Sect would kill for a chance to meet the Saintess, yet he dares to refuse her summons?
The leaders of the Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Great Families wiped cold sweat from their brows, all convinced Ning Xiaochuan wouldn’t survive the night.
Once outside the estate, Ning Xiaochuan’s expression darkened. "We must leave White Dragon City immediately."
Yu Ningsheng, who had been following closely, said, "The Saintess of the Demon Sect holds an extremely high status. She might truly know the truth about what happened ten years ago."
"I already know the truth of that past case. I don’t need anyone to tell me. Right now, I’m only looking for more concrete evidence," Ning Xiaochuan replied.
A Green Deer Horse Carriage rolled down the street, driven by an elderly man wearing a bamboo hat. His head was bowed, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Need a ride out of the city?"
Ning Xiaochuan studied the old man intently before smiling. "Naturally. Miss Yu, you board first."
Yu Ningsheng, graceful and poised, lifted a foot to step onto the carriage’s shaft.
"Careful, miss."
The hat-wearing elder reached out, placing a hand on Yu Ningsheng’s arm. A surge of Profound Qi erupted from his aged palm, instantly rendering her unconscious.
Ning Xiaochuan hurried forward, supporting Yu Ningsheng as he placed her inside the carriage. "No questions. Just get us out of the city."
"Understood, Manor Lord."
The tattered-hatted elder let out a raspy chuckle before cracking his whip against the Green Deer Horse’s flank, sending the carriage charging toward the city gates.
"No one leaves White Dragon City!"
As they reached the gates, a group of black-clad figures descended from the walls, curved blades in hand, their bodies wreathed in Profound Qi, exuding a murderous aura.
The carriage driver let out a sinister chuckle and struck out with a single palm. A massive handprint, over ten meters long, materialized, sending the black-clad assailants flying. Their bodies slammed into the walls, bones shattered.
BOOM!
The elder struck again, this time shattering the city gate into pieces. The carriage surged through the wreckage, speeding into the wilderness beyond.
Behind them came three sharp whistles.
Three powerful figures clad in black robes, riding mystic beasts, swiftly closed the distance.
"Leave them to me."
Ning Xiaochuan opened the carriage's rear door, watching the billowing dust behind them.
"Lightning Divine Beast!"
Gathering the surging lightning in the sky, Ning Xiaochuan transformed it into three nine-meter-tall purple Lightning Giant Beasts, which charged backward at breakneck speed, slamming into the three mystic beasts. The impact sent the three martial artists tumbling off their mounts.
Seeing that the pursuers no longer gave chase, Ning Xiaochuan shut the carriage's rear door.
Though the woman’s words were sharp, Ning Xiaochuan wasn’t angered, for she spoke the truth. Compared to the experts of the Demon Sect, he was indeed just a novice.
Elder Qiu Xinghui’s expression darkened. He didn’t recall inviting this woman and was about to order her expulsion.
Ning Xiaochuan smiled faintly. "Elder Qiu, this lady is correct. Compared to the esteemed figures present, I am merely a junior."
He had no intention of arguing with her, but she seemed determined to provoke him. With a mocking laugh, she said, "Hmph! Ning Xiaochuan, you’ve already received the Imperial Authority Token from the Master of the Martial Palace. By seniority, you outrank everyone here. Yet you call yourself a junior? Are you deliberately mocking us?"
The seasoned martial artists present were no fools—they could tell this woman was targeting Ning Xiaochuan with ulterior motives.
A tall, gaunt middle-aged man stepped forward, his tone stern. "Miss, this is the Ninth Lady’s banquet. Dare you cause trouble here? Do you fear leaving in a coffin?"
"And who are you? Does the Heavenly Annihilation Dao’s Wanyu Hall answer to you?" retorted the woman in dark green robes.
The man’s face darkened. As a protector of the Xihua Sect with thousands of disciples under him, being berated by a young woman was a humiliation he couldn’t tolerate.
With a cold snort, dense Profound Qi mist surged from his body, enveloping the hall. His right arm gleamed with golden light, hardening like divine steel.
A golden flash streaked through the air as his palm descended toward the woman’s head—a devastating strike that forced the surrounding martial artists to retreat in alarm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden light flickered, shadows blurred, and Profound Qi erupted in all directions.
With a bloodcurdling scream, the middle-aged man was sent flying like a broken kite, landing lifelessly outside the hall.
The crowd gasped and rushed outside, only to find the man drenched in blood, his body cold—already dead.
"Protector Zhao was in the Transcendent Realm, yet that woman killed him in mere moves! She’s a demoness!"
"Demoness? She’s a slaughter star! We must capture her, or how will we answer to the Xihua Sect’s leader?"
Like a receding tide, the crowd surged back into the hall, surrounding the woman in dark green.
Yet she sat calmly, as if the killing were the most mundane act, showing no intention to flee.
Elder Qiu Xinghui’s forehead creased with wrinkles. "Miss, this is Wanyu Hall. Even if you possess earth-shaking power, you won’t leave here alive today."
The woman lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with disdain. "So you’re Qiu Xinghui of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao? Tell me—do you believe I could walk out of here today without you so much as touching a single hair of mine?"
Elder Qiu Xinghui's expression turned grim. This woman was far too arrogant, truly believing herself invincible under the heavens.
"Guards, seize her!" Elder Qiu ordered.
From outside the hall, six Death Warriors clad in black armor strode in, wielding Mystic Artifact war swords. Their armor, forged from Refined Meteorite Iron, weighed a staggering 4,000 kilograms. With each step they took, the ground trembled beneath them.
These were the elite warriors of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, volunteers who had willingly fused their bodies into iron, becoming the most fearsome "Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors."
Legends claimed that the combat prowess of the Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors could rival even that of the Dragon Elephant Divine Warriors.
Boom!
The six Heavenly Annihilation God-Slaying Warriors raised their swords simultaneously, slashing down at the woman in dark green robes, intent on reducing her to mincemeat.
"Enough!" A commanding voice rang out.
A corpulent old woman materialized as a blur of shadows, standing firmly in the center of the hall.
She wore loose robes, her form seemingly woven from wisps of smoke, like a specter manifesting in the grand hall.
Yet, this mere apparition commanded such authority that every Martial Artist present bowed deeply, their faces filled with reverence and dread.
"This old woman wields immense authority," Ning Xiaochuan murmured under his breath.
Yu Ningsheng, standing beside him, condensed her voice into a thread and whispered into his ear, "I believe she must be the Ninth Lady."
Ning Xiaochuan stiffened slightly. "Impossible!"
In his mind, the Ninth Lady should at least be a stunning beauty, if not a young woman. How could a crone in her seventies or eighties still be called a "lady"?
Yu Ningsheng explained, "I’ve heard that Shang Pojun, the leader of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, had a daughter of extraordinary talent, the ninth in line, whom he personally designated as his successor. Shang Pojun lived for 153 years—even if he had a daughter, she would be over a century old now. No woman willingly admits to aging. The stronger a woman’s cultivation, the more she denies her age. When her father was still alive, it was perfectly natural for her to call herself the 'Ninth Lady.'"
Truly, only a woman could understand another woman’s mind.
Ning Xiaochuan was left speechless, realizing he had just gained another eye-opening lesson.
This imposing old woman—strictly speaking—was merely the Martial Soul Avatar of the Ninth Lady, not her true form.
"Are you the Saintess?" the Ninth Lady asked.
"Finally, someone of significance arrives," the woman in dark green robes said, rising to her feet. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the elegant curves of her body. As she stretched, her slender yet firm waist was revealed, along with a delicate navel amidst her snow-white skin.
She produced a token, emblazoned with a Ghost Head Seal, and declared solemnly, "The Saintess has arrived in White Dragon City. I am one of her six Ghost Envoys—the Ruthless Ghost Envoy."
At the sight of the token, every Martial Artist present—except the Ninth Lady—dropped to their knees, their faces filled with awe.
"The Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Clans pay homage to the Ghost Envoy!" they chorused.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart trembled. The origins of this woman dressed in dark green robes seemed anything but simple. Even the esteemed figures from the Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Great Families were kneeling before her. Could she be from the Demon Sect Headquarters?
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy put away the Ghost Head Seal Token, her round, bright eyes fixed on Ning Xiaochuan. The corners of her moist red lips curled slightly. "Ning Xiaochuan, why do you not kneel?"
Ning Xiaochuan replied, "I am not a member of the Demon Sect. Why should I kneel?"
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy no longer pressed the matter, instead declaring haughtily, "Our Saintess wishes to see you. Come with me."
"Apologies, but I have no connection with your Saintess. If she wishes to meet, she should come to me, not the other way around." Ning Xiaochuan had never liked being controlled, least of all by members of the Demon Sect.
"Don’t you want to know the truth about that past case from ten years ago?" The Ruthless Ghost Envoy sneered.
Ning Xiaochuan's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Let’s go."
Without another word, Ning Xiaochuan turned and strode out of the grand hall.
The Ruthless Ghost Envoy was mildly astonished, thinking to herself, This Ning Xiaochuan has quite the nerve. Countless within the Demon Sect would kill for a chance to meet the Saintess, yet he dares to refuse her summons?
The leaders of the Forty-Nine Sects and Eighty-One Great Families wiped cold sweat from their brows, all convinced Ning Xiaochuan wouldn’t survive the night.
Once outside the estate, Ning Xiaochuan’s expression darkened. "We must leave White Dragon City immediately."
Yu Ningsheng, who had been following closely, said, "The Saintess of the Demon Sect holds an extremely high status. She might truly know the truth about what happened ten years ago."
"I already know the truth of that past case. I don’t need anyone to tell me. Right now, I’m only looking for more concrete evidence," Ning Xiaochuan replied.
A Green Deer Horse Carriage rolled down the street, driven by an elderly man wearing a bamboo hat. His head was bowed, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Need a ride out of the city?"
Ning Xiaochuan studied the old man intently before smiling. "Naturally. Miss Yu, you board first."
Yu Ningsheng, graceful and poised, lifted a foot to step onto the carriage’s shaft.
"Careful, miss."
The hat-wearing elder reached out, placing a hand on Yu Ningsheng’s arm. A surge of Profound Qi erupted from his aged palm, instantly rendering her unconscious.
Ning Xiaochuan hurried forward, supporting Yu Ningsheng as he placed her inside the carriage. "No questions. Just get us out of the city."
"Understood, Manor Lord."
The tattered-hatted elder let out a raspy chuckle before cracking his whip against the Green Deer Horse’s flank, sending the carriage charging toward the city gates.
"No one leaves White Dragon City!"
As they reached the gates, a group of black-clad figures descended from the walls, curved blades in hand, their bodies wreathed in Profound Qi, exuding a murderous aura.
The carriage driver let out a sinister chuckle and struck out with a single palm. A massive handprint, over ten meters long, materialized, sending the black-clad assailants flying. Their bodies slammed into the walls, bones shattered.
BOOM!
The elder struck again, this time shattering the city gate into pieces. The carriage surged through the wreckage, speeding into the wilderness beyond.
Behind them came three sharp whistles.
Three powerful figures clad in black robes, riding mystic beasts, swiftly closed the distance.
"Leave them to me."
Ning Xiaochuan opened the carriage's rear door, watching the billowing dust behind them.
"Lightning Divine Beast!"
Gathering the surging lightning in the sky, Ning Xiaochuan transformed it into three nine-meter-tall purple Lightning Giant Beasts, which charged backward at breakneck speed, slamming into the three mystic beasts. The impact sent the three martial artists tumbling off their mounts.
Seeing that the pursuers no longer gave chase, Ning Xiaochuan shut the carriage's rear door.
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