I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 1302 Sparring with the Blazing Feather

Ning Ruanzhen patiently waited until she finished her meal before flying out.

His gaze fell on the group of prodigies behind Chi Ling.

"They didn't come with me."

Perhaps fearing that Ning Ruan might misunderstand, Chi Ling took the initiative to explain, "They came on their own, to find you."

"?"

Ning Ruan raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the dozen or so faces behind Chi Ling that she still vaguely remembered.

Yesterday's carefree spirit seems to have vanished.

Instead, there was a sense of exhaustion and lingering fear.

"Looking for me?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow.

Behind Chi Ling, a young cultivator dressed in a blue feather robe, whose aura seemed slightly weak, stepped forward with a stiff upper lip.

He was the first one to gag at the banquet last night because of the stench of corpses, and his cultivation level was relatively weak among the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Ning...?" He cupped his hands in a gesture of humility, his tone filled with struggle and pleading, "Last night, what Senior Lei said... still stands?"

Upon hearing this, the group of prodigies behind him involuntarily quickened their breathing and fixed their gazes on Ning Ruan.

Ning Ruan then remembered.

She did indeed send Lei Zhen to deliver a message yesterday.

But passing on a message is just that—passing on a message.

She actually had little hope for this.

How could these guys possibly be really seeking asylum?

but now……

Clearly, last night's earth-shattering battle had a profound impact on them.

"Are you all coming?" Ning Ruan asked.

The dozen or so cultivators nodded in unison.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, we have come here for this very reason."

"Yeah yeah."

Even encountering Chiling was an accident.

They were also unaware that Chiling was going to challenge Ningruan to a duel.

I was really terrified last night.

Overnight, the Lord of Yan City perished, and the Lord of Xuan Shui City suffered severe injuries.

Even with the combined forces of the city lords of the ten major races, they all met such a miserable end.

What if those two Nether Phoenix Clan cultivators who seem to have escaped are bold enough to come back and kill us again?

How could these so-called prodigies possibly withstand it?

Death is not so scary.

To be turned into a mindless corpse puppet that becomes a free henchman for one's enemies is unacceptable.

They can die, but they cannot die so pathetically.

Neither dignity nor pride would allow myself to end up like this.

Compared to this, seeking refuge with Ning Ruan is nothing.

“It counts, of course it counts.” Ning Ruan nodded slowly.

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, the group of prodigies visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves easing somewhat.

"So... how much does it cost?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Spirit stones and rare treasures are both fine. You can show them to me after I'm done fighting."

Ning Ruan just finished speaking.

A scorching wave of air suddenly exploded out, causing the group of geniuses to retreat.

Chi Ling's face was cold, her colorful dress fluttered without wind, and her spiritual power surged around her, like a raging fire about to start a prairie fire.

"Didn't you hear what Fellow Daoist Ning said? Whatever it is, let's talk about it after we finish fighting."

"..."

Almost none of those who managed to get into Ningruanmen could fight Chiling.

Seeing this, they had no choice but to back down.

Since Ning Ruan has already agreed, they're not in a hurry.

In contrast, they were also very curious about the outcome of their match.

"Little Red, let's go."

Under everyone's gaze, Ning Ruan suddenly uttered four words to Hong Jian beside her.

The red sword seemed to be sentient, and instantly flew towards her.

The next moment, Ning Ruan's figure blurred, and she was already standing on the red sword.

Without uttering a single wasted word, a flash of red light appeared, and the man and sword transformed into a streak of light, instantly soaring into the sky and hurtling towards the outside of the Shadow City.

Seeing this, Chi Ling snorted coldly, and a flash of multicolored light appeared around her, making her look like a magnificent phoenix as she followed closely behind.

The remaining dozen or so prodigies looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then also rode their magical artifacts and followed at a distance.

They couldn't even observe the battle from a distance last night.

But today is different. Even just observing these two fights could be very beneficial.

……

Two streaks of light flew one after the other over the movie theater.

Immediately following behind were more than a dozen streaks of light relentlessly pursuing them.

The group was quickly recognized by many cultivators.

"Wasn't that the Flamebird Clan's Blazing Feather just now? Who was she chasing?"

"They came from the direction of Yunxi Terrace, and it seems like they were chasing Ning Ruan?"

"The people behind them seem to be the same geniuses who attended the Azure Sea Tide Banquet yesterday. Where are they going?"

"..."

This extremely strange commotion instantly attracted the attention of many cultivators.

Especially since Ning Ruan was among them.

In an instant, quite a few cultivators silently followed after them.

Until they left the city.

The red sword light ahead stopped without warning when it reached a deserted mountain range.

Ning Ruan's figure appeared in mid-air.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her blue robes fluttering in the strong wind, calmly watching the colorful figure chasing after her.

As the light faded, Chi Ling landed several dozen feet opposite Ning Ruan, her expression more solemn than ever before.

She didn't act immediately, her phoenix eyes fixed on Ning Ruan, as if trying to see through her inside and out.

"You said you'd fight fair and square," Chi Ling said in a cold voice, enunciating each word clearly. "The illusion techniques you used against Man Shan yesterday cannot be used."

"Of course not." Ning Ruan said calmly.

Chiling was still uneasy and continued, "Also, the painting you used when you killed that Shadow Clan member... cannot be used either."

"That one? You mean Wang Xuan?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow.

Chiling: "..." It would be fine elsewhere.

This place is right outside the film studio.

Only this person dared to address Wang Xuan by his full name so directly.

“Anyway, we can’t use that kind of painting,” Chiling emphasized.

"No need," Ning Ruan nodded.

Seeing that she readily agreed, Chi Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, so she added, "Celestial artifacts... are also not allowed!"

Ning Ruan: "..." Are you here to list her life-saving methods?

She raised her eyes, looking directly at Chi Ling: "Are you still going to fight or not?"

"beat!"

Without hesitation, Chi Ling replied, "I am Chi Ling of the Flame Sparrow Clan. Please enlighten me!"

"Human, Ning Ruan, please enlighten me!"

The moment she finished speaking, Ning Ruan had already rushed out first.

Using his escape technique, he arrived in front of Chi Ling in an instant.

She threw a punch without hesitation.

Chi Ling could no longer dodge, but she quickly activated the defensive artifact she was wearing.

He placed his hands in front of his body.

"boom--!"

Ning Ruan's fist landed.

It slammed solidly into Chiling's crossed arms, which were in a defensive stance.

However, when the fist made contact, it first struck a layer of crimson light that suddenly lit up.

That was the protective aura emanating from the pair of phoenix feather bracelets on Chi Ling's wrist.