Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Mo Wenxian’s Troubles

Moreover, the Heavenly Immortal rules here seemed to directly prohibit any actions that would harm these guardian spirits. If violated, Ye Yun felt a vague unease, fearing that this Heavenly Immortal might still possess lingering methods capable of burying them all here.

“But why didn’t the Black Tiger violate the Heavenly Immortal rules by devouring those Water Spirit Bugs?” Ye Yun wondered aloud.

“You’d have to ask that Ice Python. If two supreme Immortal artifacts were competing, this situation likely wouldn’t occur,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path replied with a chuckle.

“Is the Black Tiger also a supreme Immortal artifact? It should’ve revealed flaws by now, given its unstable spiritual power. Those Water Spirit Bugs must’ve been created by the Black Tiger, so they weren’t truly alive.” After a moment’s thought, Ye Yun added casually, “If there’s a chance, I’ll just subdue the Black Tiger too.”

“Hah! Save that for next time,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path laughed at Ye Yun’s teasing remark.

“We’ve walked for a while, yet it still feels aimless.” Ye Yun and Shui Yingying hesitated before the branching paths. Splitting up might save time, but regrouping could prove difficult if danger arose.

Upon hearing Shui Lingling’s suggestion to take the middle path, the two relented. With no better options, they followed her lead rather than waste time debating.

Shui Lingling’s luck had always held. Though Ye Yun leaned toward the right path and Shui Yingying the left, they ultimately agreed to the girl’s choice.

“Ancestor of the Sword Path, can’t your soul power penetrate these paths?” Ye Yun asked as the middle route narrowed. He preferred the Ancestor’s foresight over blind luck—survival depended on strength, not vague chance.

“Hmm, there are complications. Each path leads to a separate inheritance. Endure the trials ahead, and the Heavenly Immortal’s legacy will be yours,” the Ancestor said after scanning with soul power.

“Three inheritances?” Ye Yun frowned. “A true inheritance requires wholeness. Splitting it weakens its meaning—like the spatial dragon egg’s fragmented spatial laws from the Xumi Treasure.”

“Perhaps the Heavenly Immortal grew arrogant, dividing his legacy. But it won’t vanish. Let the girls comprehend it in time.” The Ancestor chuckled. “Besides, splitting it has merits.”

“Like hiding it from destruction? ‘A crafty rabbit has three burrows.’” Ye Yun sighed. “Or forcing seekers to suffer for the full prize.”

“True, but the soul imprints here are fearsome. Know what that means?” The Ancestor’s eyes glinted.

“The inheritance’s power demands such safeguards?” Ye Yun’s eyes widened. “But memories should integrate gradually, not overwhelm. This Heavenly Immortal must’ve been extraordinary.”

“His reasons matter little. If he feared his legacy’s loss, he wouldn’t be obscure. Ask Mo Wenxian—he claims his little girl can fix flaws in cultivation methods.”

“If he’ll even tell us.” Ye Yun grimaced. Mo Wenxian’s spiritual power and true qi far surpassed his own. Without the Ancestor’s help, victory seemed impossible.

“Leave it to me. I’ll seize him and see what this Nine Palaces Annihilation Body truly is,” the Ancestor boasted, sensing Ye Yun’s worry. Mo Wenxian’s strength was daunting, but Ye Yun’s Earth Immortal realm progress might yet balance the scales.

“Alternatively, the demon spirit absorbing this demonic energy could challenge Mo Wenxian.” Ye Yun preferred solo victories—harvesting fortunes himself rather than relying on the Ancestor’s aid.

*

“Wenxian, this path’s too narrow. We followed those three, didn’t we?” A woman in blood-red robes—her eyes crimson—traced sword marks on the walls, perplexed by the dense spiritual energy.

“Who decreed paths must widen?” A girl lowered her hood, revealing youthful beauty. Eyes closed, she sensed the energy flow. “Wenxian wants fair competition. We shouldn’t rush.”

“My fault, then,” Blood Dress huffed, leaning close. “But that Blood Lion required his second palace to defeat. Troublesome.”

“He didn’t even use spiritual power!” The girl giggled, tapping Blood Dress’s forehead before re-donning her hood. “His Nine Palaces Annihilation Body rivals vicious beasts in raw combat.”

“San Ying, why hide that face? Not shy, are you?” Blood Dress teased.

“Unlike you, I avoid unnecessary attention,” San Ying retorted from beneath her cloak, prompting Blood Dress to pout.

*

“Wenxian, that Blood Lion’s poison…” A burly man eyed Mo Wenxian’s pallor.

“A minor wound. The blood toxin resists even the Nine Palaces Heavenly Art.” Mo Wenxian’s immortal-like features tightened. “Don’t tell them.”

“They dote on you. Give them some heed,” the man urged. Mo Wenxian forced a smile. Blood Dress’s boldness and San Ying’s hints were clear, but his waning lifespan left no room for attachments.

The Nine Palaces Annihilation Body granted peerless talent but devoured his lifeforce. Only rapid advancement prolonged his survival. At the body refinement stage, he’d confided in the girls, but awakening the Body’s legacy buried such vulnerability.

His purpose now: cleanse Blood Dress’s Killing Immortal Classic affliction and claim the Nine Palaces Heavenly Immortal’s inheritance on the Celestial-Demon battlefield. Time was scarce—hesitation meant death.

In the sea’s abyssal currents, only the true dragon prevails.