Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Putting Mu Zi Xu in His Place
The giant palm of spiritual power churned with fierce air currents, rising and falling with Mu Zi Xu’s momentum. The spiritual qi around them seemed to freeze.

Song Wan Ning’s expression went ice-cold.

Her Killing Sword Intent smashed forward like a battering ram and struck the palm head-on.

But the instant it touched, her sword intent split into 10 streams—spinning, scattering—shooting straight toward Ye Chu Xue behind him.

At the same time, Song Wan Ning charged directly into the giant palm.

“Insolent!”

Mu Zi Xu had been played again.

Shock and fury flashed across his face as he hurried back to protect Ye Chu Xue. He gathered spiritual power and knocked the sword intent aside—

And in doing so, left his giant palm exposed.

Song Wan Ning shattered it with ease.

It flickered once like fireworks—then vanished into nothing.

“You’re despicable!” Mu Zi Xu snarled, shielding Ye Chu Xue behind him. “You’re using her to restrain me! If you have the guts, fight me properly!”

Song Wan Ning couldn’t hold back a laugh. She looked him over as if he were something strange.

“I’m despicable?” Her voice carried a bite. “You, a Divine Transformation Stage expert, attacked me—a junior—and you’re calling me despicable?”

“Tsk.” Her lips curved in a faint, contemptuous smile. “In your world, your words are the rules. Of course you can’t stand being disobeyed.”

“To put it simply—you’ve all been spoiled too much.”

Her gaze sharpened. “You’re just a trace of divine sense. You really think you’re amazing?”

“Just now, I was only playing with you. And you took it seriously.”

“But I can understand,” she added, voice cool as frost. “You’ve been trapped here too long. If your brain stopped working, that’s only normal.”

Song Wan Ning’s words were poison. Each sentence stabbed straight into Mu Zi Xu’s heart.

His face turned red, his neck thickening. The finger pointing at her trembled, again and again.

No one had ever dared insult him like this.

This girl was arrogant beyond measure.

“Even as a trace of divine sense,” Mu Zi Xu ground out, “I can still kill you!”

Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone so badly.

“Is that so?” Song Wan Ning’s smile deepened, wickedness edging her eyes. “Then come at me.”

“Today, I’ll show you who really sets the rules in the Lower Realm!”

She raised her sword and swung.

On a distant mountain peak, a star at the edge of the sky flashed, bright and sudden.

The sword swung—soundless.

In the next moment, the starlight flared, then struggled violently, as if bound by invisible chains.

Mu Zi Xu’s pupils shrank. Instinct screamed danger.

He gathered every scrap of spiritual power and charged toward the sword.

But just as Song Wan Ning had said, this wisp of divine sense had lingered for hundreds of thousands of years. It was nothing like its former self.

In the next instant, the space around him snapped shut.

The hall stayed silent, yet a chilling, crushing sense of peril surged through him.

Mu Zi Xu staggered, dazed—as if he had fallen into an abyss, as endless seawater roared and flooded down upon him.

He roared and struck with his palm, scattering the water—

Only for even more to pour down without mercy.

It churned and raged, determined to drown him.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from the bottom of that sea.

“She…” Wang Yang breathed, staring at the water mirror. His face was filled with shock—and a fierce, delighted disbelief. “She has already cultivated the Sword Dao Domain?”

“With talent like this, her future is limitless! What on earth is Mu Zi Xu doing?!”

He sprang to his feet, panic surging.

Normally, a sword cultivator who could comprehend sword intent was already elite—unstoppable wherever they went.

But comprehending the Sword Dao Domain was far, far harder.

The Sword Dao Domain was a mental force forged by sword cultivators. Combined with the sword path, it could trap others inside one’s mind.

Within it, illusion became reality—and it could take a life with terrifying ease.

Even above the Spirit Realm, cultivators who could form the Sword Dao Domain were rare.

Yet this girl was only at the Nascent Soul Stage.

How could she possess such frightening mental strength?

How strong was her soul?

“Mu Zi Xu, Mu Zi Xu…” Wang Yang’s hands clenched. “You’re trying to wipe out a real genius!”

He looked ready to rush down and slap Mu Zi Xu twice just to knock some sense into him.

Mu Zi Xu didn’t like Song Wan Ning.

But Wang Yang did.

He would have gladly taught her every last piece of the inheritance.

At this moment, he only regretted one thing—he hadn’t left a wisp of his own divine sense in the Lower Realm. Now all he could do was watch and worry.

Bang—bang—bang—

Immortal Lord Mo Yang’s sword thrashed wildly, clanging against its scabbard as it tried impatiently to burst free.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang pressed his lips together, expression still controlled, and released his grip.

The sword shot into the air and spun a few excited circles.

Then it spoke, voice bright with glee: “Mo Yang, Mo Yang!”

“Your own kind!”

“I can smell your kind!”

It flew to the water mirror and stared longingly at the black-clad figure, even more excited than Wang Yang.

“Killing Dao! Killing Dao!”

“She’s a born seed for the Killing Dao!”

“Take her in! Take her in!”

It wriggled nonstop, as if it wished it could charge straight into the Lower Realm itself.

Wang Yang froze, then glanced at Immortal Lord Mo Yang—and instantly understood.

No wonder the solitary Immortal Lord Mo Yang had stopped.

He had taken an interest in that girl.

That idiot Mu Zi Xu had mistaken a fish eye for a pearl.

He would regret it one day.

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“Shameless brat—let me out right now!”

Trapped for too long, Mu Zi Xu finally panicked.

The little spiritual power he had left was nearly spent; even his figure had become faint, almost transparent.

No matter what, he had never imagined that he—a dignified True Immortal—would be pinned down by a little girl.

He feared Song Wan Ning would harm the legacy successor.

He feared even more losing face in front of Wang Yang and Immortal Lord Mo Yang.

Fury burned through him like poison.

The moment his shout ended, the seawater around him went utterly still.

In the space of a single breath, every scene vanished.

The vast Inheritance Hall returned, calm as ever, as if nothing had happened at all.

Mu Zi Xu stood on the floor. His form wavered, beginning to dissolve.

If Song Wan Ning struck again, he would vanish on the spot—without leaving behind even a single word.

“Wretched brat!” he spat, murder in his eyes. “You’ll regret this! Do you even know who I am?”

“This wisp of my divine sense has remained in the Lower Realm until now, and its energy is nearly exhausted. That’s the only reason you found an opening!”

“But my true body still exists in the Immortal Realm. Do you really think you’ve won?”

“As long as I live, don’t even think about surviving in the Spirit Realm or the Immortal Realm!”

“This is what you get for stopping me!”

In this situation, the girl would never allow him to leave the inheritance to the white-robed child.

That meant the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance in the Lower Realm would truly be cut off.

Absolutely not.

Mu Zi Xu shouted harshly, voice cracking with urgency.

“If you come to your senses in time, I can still give you one more chance!”