Chapter 716: Ring

Nangong Wan's crimson round moon was clearly a step too slow to catch up. The black and white rainbow carved out a long arc, reaching the top of the hall in an instant, and struck down fiercely.

With a muffled "Bang," the red light paused, failing to pierce through, and only a few stone chips drifted down.

The cold woman was startled. Before she could understand what had happened, a flash of light appeared at the top, and swarms of three-colored flying insects burst out from above. After a buzzing sound, they quickly gathered in the center, forming a giant three-colored shield.

The cold woman felt a jolt of alarm. Without time to think, she flicked her hand, and a silver-patterned talisman appeared between her fingers.

Nangong Wan, seeing this from below, naturally knew her Senior Sister's intentions. Her jade face sank immediately. Instead of asking about the Reincarnation Divine Light, she reached for her waist and produced a small, hazy red flag. Without hesitation, she threw it fiercely toward the ground at her feet.

With a "Swish," the small flag turned into a wisp of red smoke and burrowed rapidly into the ground.

The cold woman waved her jade hand, activating the talisman's supernatural ability. Enveloped in a ball of hazy yellow light, she shot upward like a shooting star chasing the moon.

A "Puff" sound followed. The yellow light passed through the giant shield as if it were nothing, escaping directly toward the hall ceiling behind it.

But almost at the same time, Nangong Wan chanted an incantation, triggering the hidden restrictions within the cave dwelling.

The entire hall flashed with red light. A dazzling red light screen appeared on the walls, and even the ceiling and blue stone floor shone incessantly.

The red light seemed to be the nemesis of the yellow light the cold woman had transformed into. Upon hitting the light screen, she not only failed to escape immediately, but as the yellow and red lights intertwined, they acted like magnets; a massive wave of red light swarmed up, wrapping the yellow light tightly within.

Nangong Wan's Senior Sister was terrified, but she was a person of wide experience. After a brief moment of thought, she immediately recognized what kind of restriction this was.

With a solemn expression, she flicked her finger from within the yellow light. A bone-chilling white sword beam shot out, and after circling once outside, the red light began to scatter in all directions.

The cold woman was overjoyed. With a flash of yellow light, she broke through the restriction and escaped directly into the hall ceiling.

But just as her figure was halfway inside, a flash of purple light appeared before her eyes. Something suddenly covered her, trapping her within. With a violent tug, it forcibly dragged her out from the top of the hall.

A light, giggling sound followed. With a flash of a white shadow, a charming young woman dressed in white emerged from the top.

In one of her jade hands, she held a crystal-clear purple thread, the other end of which was connected to the cold woman.

Only then did this Great Elder of the Masked Moon Sect realize that she was covered by a net emitting a purple, fluorescent glow.

This treasure was ethereal, flickering in and out of existence!

The cold woman was extremely shocked and furious. Without a second thought, she flicked her ten fingers repeatedly, and over ten streaks of black and white sword Qi shot out. Then, still feeling uneasy, she opened her mouth. A ball of emerald-green flames was eerily spat out from her mouth, striking the purple net one after another.

The pale purple radiance flared, but the purple net received both the black and white sword Qi and the green fire unscathed. It appeared completely undamaged.

At this, the cold woman finally showed a look of panic. Just as she was about to grit her teeth and unleash a secret technique that would greatly damage her vitality to escape, the young woman in white chuckled, pulled the purple thread in her hand, and parted her fragrant lips to utter the word, "Shrink."

The somewhat loose net suddenly contracted and tightened.

The person inside the net was completely immobilized, unable to move a single inch.

The woman's face was blood-red. Ever since she had formed her Nascent Soul, she had always been looked up to by other cultivators. When had she ever encountered such a situation, let alone now that she was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?

Out of shame and anger, a cold light flashed in her eyes. The spiritual light around her body flared suddenly, surging to double its size, and a blood-red crimson glow began to swirl faintly in her eyes.

Seeing this, Silver Moon's smile vanished. Knowing things were going badly, she was just about to urge the "Jade Yang True Fire" contained within the "Purple Cheng Pouch" when Nangong Wan's voice came urgently.

"Do not take her life; just hand her over to me!" As this voice rang out, a fiery red round moon leaped from bottom to top, enveloping the cold woman within it.

The round moon then spun rapidly, and circles of red halos rippled out from the red moon as the center, filling the entire hall with mesmerizing light and shadows.

Han Li, watching the swirling, unstable round moon from below, felt his mind sway and his head spin, and he couldn't help but feel a jolt of alarm.

No wonder the cold woman was so wary of Nangong Wan's so-called "Reincarnation Divine Light"; it truly looked incredibly powerful.

After the round moon had spun for a full cup of tea's time, it finally stopped, leaving Nangong Wan's face pale.

Then, she waved one hand, and with a soft "Bang," the red moon dissipated into thin air, turning into specks of starlight.

Her Senior Sister's figure was revealed once more, floating in mid-air.

She was still bound tightly by the "Purple Cheng Pouch," but the astonishing spiritual Qi on her body had returned to calm. Her head was tilted to one side, unconscious, with a strange smile on her face.

"This is?" Han Li was somewhat surprised.

"Those trapped by my Reincarnation Divine Light cannot escape even if their Nascent Soul leaves their body, and this divine light carries an extremely powerful soul-bewitching ability. Senior Sister's consciousness has been temporarily lost to the divine light, which allows us to spare her life," Nangong Wan said with a smile, her face regaining a bit of color.

"To be able to prevent a cultivator's Nascent Soul from escaping—no wonder your Senior Sister was so wary of this technique. However, if you didn't have to spare her life, you could have used thunderous means to kill her. Why go through such trouble and be so restrained?" Han Li rubbed his nose and said somewhat helplessly.

"Killing this Great Elder Senior Sister of mine—that won't do! Since I intend to leave with you, the Masked Moon Sect will naturally suffer a great loss in strength. If you were to kill her as well, the sect would surely fall apart. The Masked Moon Sect's Great Elder from back then showed me some kindness. Although I won't sacrifice myself for the sect, I won't let the Masked Moon Sect suffer a disaster of total annihilation," Nangong Wan sighed softly and said with a forced smile.

"Hehe! But when this Senior Sister of yours attacked you and placed restrictions on you, she didn't show any mercy!" Han Li said with a bitter smile, muttering to himself.

"That doesn't matter. By sparing Senior Sister's life, I can consider it repaying the sect's great kindness. After leaving with you, I won't have to feel too uneasy. But the battle just now was truly dangerous. I didn't know Senior Sister still had such a heaven-defying demonic weapon as the 'Blood Demon Sword.' It almost caused you to suffer a major mishap. If I had known, I would have..." Nangong Wan's bright eyes swirled, her face full of apology.

But Han Li already knew what she meant. Han Li smiled immediately, not taking it to heart:

"It's nothing! The Blood Demon Sword couldn't do anything to me. It's better to take out the restriction token and leave the mountain as soon as possible!"

Nangong Wan nodded this time, with no intention of objecting.

On the side, Silver Moon cleverly shook her hand, and the "Purple Cheng Pouch" loosened immediately, shaking the cold woman out.

Nangong Wan stepped forward a few steps and, without standing on ceremony, pointed her jade fingers repeatedly, placing several types of restrictions on the cold woman's body before reaching out to fish an emerald-green storage bag from her. She shook it gently with the bag opening facing downward. After a flash of rosy light, a large pile of items fell out.

Seeing this, Han Li also walked over curiously.

The token for the Soul-Trapping Technique was naturally very easy to find; Nangong Wan flipped it out immediately and picked it up with a face full of joy.

As for Han Li, after his gaze swept over the pile of items, he suddenly reached out and beckoned. An object flew straight into his hand—it was a small, exquisite ring, pitch-black and lusterless.

Han Li frowned and held the object before his eyes, examining it over and over several times.

"Why are you taking this? This thing looks like just an ordinary magic tool," Nangong Wan said in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Han Li chuckled. He suddenly patted his waist with one hand, and a jade box appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a flash of green light, the lid was opened, and inside lay an identical pitch-black ring.

"Eh!" Nangong Wan's face revealed a look of astonishment.

Han Li placed the two rings together, and after a brief comparison, they were indeed exactly the same.

After a moment of thought, Han Li did not stand on ceremony; he placed both rings into the jade box and then tucked it into his storage bag.

Nangong Wan smiled sweetly and didn't say anything, not caring about the large pile of items. Instead, after thinking for a moment, she walked up to the motionless cold woman.

With a flash of red light on her hand, she bowed slightly, placed a jade hand skillfully on the woman's forehead, closed her bright eyes, and fell silent.

Han Li, witnessing this, seemed to know what Nangong Wan was doing. He stood where he was with a faint smile, saying nothing.

A moment later, Nangong Wan opened her beautiful eyes and raised her palm. In the center of her palm lay a blood-red small sword—it was indeed that "Blood Demon Sword."

"This demonic weapon is too powerful and poses a significant threat to the two of us; it's better to take it away. I won't use this item, but seeing how the golden arc just now could restrain this treasure, you should keep it just in case!" Nangong Wan only glanced at the small sword in her hand before shaking her head and tossing the demonic weapon to Han Li.

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