Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The Medicine King Sect Will Fall!
Song Wan Ning pressed relentlessly. Her words turned Ye Chu Xue’s face dark.

“You’re twisting things!” Ye Chu Xue snapped. “The Medicine King Sect is a great sect passed down through the ages. If its inheritance broke, it was only because of sudden disaster. Otherwise, how would other sects have any chance to rise into the top ranks?”

As she argued, she kept watching Mu Zi Xu’s expression from the corner of her eye.

When she saw his face dark as ink, Ye Chu Xue’s heart steadied.

She had won.

There was no way her opponent would receive the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance now.

“Heh.” Song Wan Ning’s sneer cut through the air. “You’re number one at kissing up. Too bad I don’t know if you have any other skills. I watched you just now—you were even slower than me.”

“If you’re the legacy successor chosen by the Medicine King Sect…” Her voice sharpened into a cold edge. “Then the Medicine King Sect is doomed. It’ll never rise again in this lifetime.”

“Bastard!”

Before Ye Chu Xue could even react, Mu Zi Xu finally exploded. He raised a hand and struck toward Song Wan Ning.

“How dare you curse my Medicine King Sect! You’re courting death!”

At first, it had been disgust.

Now it was killing intent.

For generations, the Medicine King Sect had built its name step by step, never daring to slack off.

Then a Spatial Storm had struck—most of their disciples swallowed, dying without even a grave. It was tragic enough.

And now this girl dared to insult their heroic dead to their faces.

She deserved to die.

A massive palm of spiritual qi slammed toward Song Wan Ning, cold and crushing.

Song Wan Ning’s brows lifted.

She flashed forward—and in the next instant, she appeared directly behind Ye Chu Xue.

Her sword touched the snow-white neck.

The icy contact made Ye Chu Xue’s skin erupt in goosebumps. She started coughing violently.

She was already weak.

At this distance, Song Wan Ning could crush her with a single finger.

The giant palm closed in, its power shaking the mind. Ye Chu Xue’s pupils quivered with terror.

No one expected Song Wan Ning to feint and seize Ye Chu Xue instead.

Mu Zi Xu withdrew his strike at once, forcing the spiritual qi back. The recoil jolted his soul, leaving him dizzy.

After all, it was only a trace of divine sense that had lasted for hundreds of thousands of years. Its strength was nowhere near what it once had been.

“Let her go!” Mu Zi Xu roared, his face flickering red and white with rage.

In all his years of cultivation, he had never seen such a wildly arrogant junior.

“Let her go?” Song Wan Ning’s smile turned sweet, and the blade pressed closer.

The cold edge sliced delicate skin. A thin line of blood welled up, bright against pale flesh—strangely, eerily beautiful.

“Cough—cough—” Ye Chu Xue choked, trembling.

She had thought her opponent was simply foolish.

Instead, she had run into a madwoman.

If she couldn’t get it, she would destroy it. People like that were the most terrifying of all.

Song Wan Ning leaned in, lowering her head to Ye Chu Xue’s ear. Warm breath brushed her skin.

Ye Chu Xue shuddered as a chill crawled up from her feet.

“You’d better be careful,” Song Wan Ning murmured. “If I slip and cut your throat, don’t blame me.”

A soft, low laugh followed.

“Heh-heh-heh…”

Ye Chu Xue’s scalp went numb. She shot Mu Zi Xu a pleading look, panic flooding her eyes.

She could barely use her qi right now. Facing a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—she had no chance at all.

Mu Zi Xu’s face sank.

“You think killing her will get you my Medicine King Sect’s inheritance?” he said with contempt. “Ridiculous.”

“As long as I don’t approve, even if you kill everyone here, you still won’t receive a single shred of my Medicine King Sect!”

A crushing pressure crashed down toward Song Wan Ning, heavy with superiority.

“I warn you—release her now. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t leave through that door alive!”

A dignified immortal was raging now, decorum stripped away by a junior.

Wang Yang’s brows knitted tighter and tighter, helplessness edging his voice.

“Mu Zi Xu is getting worse with age. Why argue with a junior?” He shook his head. “If you don’t like her, just throw her out.”

Mu Zi Xu wasn’t trying to uphold dignity at all.

He was making trouble on purpose.

To the side, Immortal Lord Mo Yang remained cold and still, like an ice sculpture.

If not for the slight tremble in the hand pressing down on his sword, Wang Yang might have believed there was only a statue beside him.

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“Medicine King Sect’s inheritance?”

Song Wan Ning’s smile vanished. Heat flared in her chest, sharp and bright.

“Do you really think I came for your Medicine King Sect’s inheritance?”

“Isn’t that why?” Mu Zi Xu began, anger rising. “You went to such lengths, inside her body—”

Before he could finish, Song Wan Ning struck.

One forceful blow knocked Ye Chu Xue unconscious on the spot.

Ye Chu Xue was still useful. Song Wan Ning couldn’t allow her to guess Song Wan Ning’s identity—if she did, it would affect future fights over opportunities.

So Song Wan Ning sealed Ye Chu Xue’s five senses in an instant and casually tossed her aside.

Thud.

Ye Chu Xue hit the ground hard and went completely limp.

Song Wan Ning wiped her hand in disgust, then tilted her head at Mu Zi Xu, wearing that same provocative look as before.

“You—”

Shock and fury twisted Mu Zi Xu’s face.

“What do you mean, ‘you’?” Song Wan Ning said lightly, lips curling. “Do you really think your Medicine King Sect’s inheritance is some peerless treasure everyone scrambles for?”

“In my eyes, it’s nothing but a pile of dog shit—completely useless.”

Her gaze swept over the rows of spirit tablets, her chuckle low and cruel.

“The Medicine King Sect is doomed. Doomed.”

“Hahaha—”

What inheritance?

She didn’t care.

If he refused to give it, then she would destroy it all.

No one would step on her head to climb higher.

“Brat! Brat!!!”

Mu Zi Xu’s rage shot straight through the roof. He raised a hand and struck again.

Killing intent filled the air. In an instant, the giant palm transformed into a golden fire lotus, blazing fiercely, as if it would burn through flesh and pierce straight into the dan tian.

Song Wan Ning’s expression tightened.

With a flick of her fingers, her life-bound sword flew into her hand with a sharp whistle.

She stepped the Seven Stars, moving like a ghost. Instead of retreating, she charged forward and slashed at the golden fire lotus.

Her sword intent was suffocating. Wherever it passed, the air compressed and shrieked.

It collided straight into the flames.

Boom—

Flames exploded outward, bright as day.

The force of the impact twisted the space around them.

Even Ye Chu Xue on the ground was caught in the shockwave, tossed away by the raging surge.

Mu Zi Xu jolted. He reached out with spiritual power, snatching Ye Chu Xue back and dragging her behind him.

It had not been easy for the Medicine King Sect to finally find a successor. Nothing could happen to her.

Song Wan Ning drew her sword back, spun, and slashed again.

Thick killing intent flooded the Inheritance Hall. Her life-bound sword hummed, trembling violently.

Just like its master.

Excited. Frenzied.

“Hmph!” Mu Zi Xu snorted, striking again with one hand.

If he wanted Song Wan Ning dead, she would not live.