Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Mu Zi Xu Breaks Down
Even though Mu Zi Xu hated her to death, he had no choice but to negotiate.

He had already made one wrong decision. This time, he couldn’t let the inheritance be severed in the Lower Realm.

[With threats and temptation together, she would surely waver.]

His eyes burned as he dangled another lure. “As long as you let me leave the inheritance for that child, I can leave an extra share for you as well!”

If he couldn’t choose, then he would simply leave both.

As long as the white-robed child received the inheritance, that was enough.

As for this girl…

With a heart demon clinging to her, her path to immortality was hopeless. Sooner or later, she would die in the Lower Realm.

“But you must promise me,” Mu Zi Xu continued, tone turning lofty again, “you will not use pills to harm others, and you will never roam the world under the name of the Medicine King Sect’s successor!”

The fact that she would poison the white-robed child was enough to show how vicious her intentions were. She was not fit to be the Medicine King Sect’s successor.

“Agree to these conditions, and I will hand the inheritance over to you!”

The way he looked at her—like he was granting charity—made Song Wan Ning laugh.

“Who gave you the nerve to bargain with me right now?”

Her mouth fell into a cold line. Shadowed eyes swept over Mu Zi Xu, and then her lips curved again.

Mocking. Unrestrained.

“Threaten me?” she said softly. “You’re that sure I’ll lose?”

“If anything, you should be worried about the forces you have in the Spirit Realm and the Immortal Realm.”

“Don’t wait until the Medicine King Sect truly disappears before you start crying about regret.”

Anyone could talk tough.

The future could wait for the future.

He could forget about forcing her to decide right now.

“You—” Mu Zi Xu’s face contorted. He hadn’t expected her to be this forceful, this utterly stubborn.

“Think carefully,” he insisted. “This is the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance!”

The Medicine King Sect had once been a top sect in the Lower Realm. He didn’t believe Song Wan Ning truly felt nothing at all.

“So what if it’s the Medicine King Sect?” Song Wan Ning’s gaze hardened. “Without your Medicine King Sect, I’m still an alchemy grandmaster.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Fine. Fine. Fine.” Mu Zi Xu laughed in anger.

Today, he had finally seen what true arrogance looked like.

A mere Nascent Soul Stage cultivator dared to be so insolent. It was laughable.

“You’ll regret this,” he said, voice heavy. Hatred burned in his chest at the thought that a junior had forced him into this corner.

But time was running out.

His eyes flicked to Ye Chu Xue unconscious behind him.

A decision settled.

Now he could only risk injuring his true soul—force the inheritance into the white-robed child’s body—and send her out safely.

Mu Zi Xu moved at once.

Only by racing the clock would he have even a sliver of a chance.

But Song Wan Ning had seen through him from the start.

She suddenly laughed.

Her smile was even more radiant than blooming flowers.

She didn’t move. She didn’t rush him.

She only stared at Mu Zi Xu in silence.

And for the first time in his life, fear rose in his heart.

“You—”

His eyes widened in terror.

The next second, he saw Song Wan Ning slash out.

The strike flew straight toward the neatly arranged spirit tablets.

In that instant, her Sword Dao Domain transformed into countless sword shadows. Killing intent surged like a tide as they swarmed forward.

“No—!”

Mu Zi Xu screamed and hurled himself toward them.

Back then, when the Spatial Storm struck, most of the disciples had been swallowed.

Elders and ancestors had protected the rest with their lives—only for both body and soul to vanish in the end, leaving nothing behind.

These spirit tablets were the only thing his obsession had managed to preserve for them.

Boom—

A tremendous blast shook the hall. Waves of force rippled outward, and the restriction around the tablets flared, trembling violently.

Song Wan Ning’s lips curved upward.

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes.

She slashed several more times, one after another.

Mu Zi Xu could no longer care about any inheritance. He fought like a madman to maintain the restriction, pushing his crumbling divine sense to the brink.

His eyes turned bloodshot, as if he wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh.

“How dare you…”

Song Wan Ning turned to him, tilting her head in that same infuriating way.

“Then let me show you whether I dare.”

She gave him a playful blink—and swung again without mercy.

In that moment, endless killing intent flooded the Inheritance Hall. Every inch of space seemed locked down.

Deep within her soul, boundless malice stirred awake.

Like a demon—yet like the Dao.

It was her.

One sword strike.

The restriction shattered.

Mu Zi Xu’s figure exploded into fragments, leaving only his furious howls to tear through the air.

“Lunatic! Lunatic!”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

“Kill you…”

His echoing roar met only Song Wan Ning’s scornful laugh.

Her sword fell—and the wind stopped.

Countless spirit tablets crumbled into dust.

The place became a wreck.

Song Wan Ning slowly lifted her head toward the sky, smiling with a deep, taunting meaning.

“I told you long ago: the Medicine King Sect is doomed…”

“Even the name is unlucky.”

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“Pfft—!”

As Mu Zi Xu’s soul slammed back into his true body, he spat out a huge mouthful of blood, splattering red across the stone table like shattered blossoms.

“Zi Xu!” Wang Yang’s heart clenched. He rushed forward, but Mu Zi Xu shoved him away.

Blood smeared Mu Zi Xu’s mouth. His eyes were vicious, his aura wavering violently.

In the water mirror, Song Wan Ning’s final words still rang out.

Mu Zi Xu’s blood surged with rage. He coughed up another mouthful.

“Bitch! Bitch!”

He braced himself on the table, fingers digging into the stone edge until the veins on the back of his hand stood out, ready to burst.

Staring at the shattered spirit tablets, his eyes slowly turned bloodshot.

Pain clawed through him, unbearable.

Because of that bitch, the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance in the Lower Realm was cut off—and even the spirit tablets of their dead disciples were destroyed.

Even if everything was rebuilt, it would never be the same.

He hated Song Wan Ning to the bone.

“Zi Xu, calm down!” Wang Yang grabbed his arm, brows drawn tight, helplessness filling his voice.

“Calm down?” Mu Zi Xu roared, turning his anger on Wang Yang. “She destroyed all the spirit tablets of my Medicine King Sect. How am I supposed to be calm?”

“And you still want to speak for her?” His eyes flashed. “Whose friend are you, exactly?”

“You—” Wang Yang’s temper flared at last. “If you had just sent her out, would any of this have happened?”

“You were the one who attacked first!”

Everyone had seen it clearly. Mu Zi Xu had brought this on himself.

“You—” Mu Zi Xu swayed, so furious a knot of qi jammed in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

“Look at how arrogant she is,” he rasped. “If it were you, could you stand it?”

“Someone like her should be ground to dust and scattered to the wind—never to be reborn!”

The moment those words fell, a surge of killing intent spread out and pressed down on Mu Zi Xu.

His curses caught in his throat.

Mu Zi Xu stared at Immortal Lord Mo Yang in shock.

“Immortal Lord, you—”

Cold seeped through him, bone-deep.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang glanced at them, expression flat.

Then he raised a hand—and pressed down toward Mu Zi Xu’s head.