Chapter 35: Jing Family Nine Yin Bow, Wang Ping Azure Gleam Sword

Ah! Xiong'er!

Tie Lanshan no longer had any indifference at this moment, lunging forward with a staggering posture he had never had before.

At the moment his son's body was about to hit the ground, he caught him in a most flustered way.

Seeing the blood hole in his son's chest, Tie Lanshan's head rang, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

In the next instant, a sky‑rising fury welled up in his heart—who was it?

Who severed the hope of my Tie family?

"Cough… cough… cough… Father… Father!"

Tie Xiong's weak voice came over, instantly bringing Tie Lanshan back to his senses; he hurriedly lowered his head to look at his son,

At the same time, his spiritual power surged toward his son's chest as if it were free.

"Son, hold on; Father will surely rescue you."

Tie Xiong shook his head weakly and said, "Father… quick… quick flee! Jing… Jing family…"

Before he could finish speaking, a large amount of blood flowed from the wound, and Tie Lanshan's spiritual power could not stop the bleeding at all.

Only then did he notice the abnormality in his son's chest; upon hearing his son's words, Tie Lanshan snapped out of his grief.

Jing family, Jing Wuming.

His head suddenly snapped toward the direction the arrow came from, where a middle‑aged man in black clothing was slowly walking out.

He was holding a large bow upside down in his hand—this was the Jing family's Nine Yin Bow, which had shocked the Mojing Kingdom for over a thousand years.

Its matching arrows are the Nine Yin Arrows; bow and arrow together, few can resist them at the same rank.

Tie Lanshan narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the Nine Yin Bow in the opponent's hand, enunciating each word through gritted teeth:

"Supreme‑grade magical artifact Nine Yin Bow! Hah! Jing Wuming, you think highly of yourself, don't you? Why must you still use the Nine Yin Bow."

After emerging from the ancient forest, Jing Wuming stood at the edge of the valley and said with a smile:

"I originally just wanted to play with you father and son, but who would have thought you could actually set up one of the Tie family's three great fourth‑rank formations from back then—the Blood Moon Grand Formation—even though its power is only of the first rank,"

"but to avoid letting the night bring dreams, it's better to send you off early to join the Tie family's predecessors!"

Jing Wuming obviously had rich combat experience; before his words even finished, the Nine Yin Bow he was holding upside down had already been drawn to full.

Whoosh!

A black energy‑light arrow shot out from him, its speed so great that it was a third faster than the previous arrow.

Tie Lanshan was very familiar with the Jing family's Nine Yin Bow; seeing the black arrow in the air, he without hesitation crushed a piece of jade pendant in his hand.

After the jade pendant was crushed, a blue light curtain appeared, shielding Tie Lanshan within it.

Boom!

The black energy arrow struck the blue shield, producing a violent explosion sound.

Jing Wuming's face darkened; his full‑powered arrow was actually blocked.

Seeing this, Tie Lanshan burst out laughing:

"Jing Wuming, your Nine Yin Arrow technique hasn't reached perfection yet! If you could achieve the union of the two Yins, then today next year would likely be my death anniversary. Hahaha! You simply haven't mastered it!"

Tie Lanshan's mocking made Jing Wuming's face grow ever colder.

He certainly knew how powerful the Nine Yin Arrow technique of uniting the two Yins was, but such a realm could almost only be achieved by a great cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.

If he could achieve the union of the two Yins during the Qi Refining stage, he wouldn't be here hunting Tie Lanshan; instead, the family would have sent him directly to the family's secret realm for training, and he might even have been appointed as the junior clan leader.

Tie Lanshan's words were clearly meant to provoke him, yet Jing Wuming still couldn't help feeling angry.

He shouted angrily, "Old fool! Let's see how many of my arrows you can withstand!"

Having said that, he nocked another arrow; this time it was a fiery‑red arrow.

Tie Lanshan clearly realized in his heart that this treasure of his could not withstand continuous bombardment from a supreme‑grade magical‑artifact‑level Nine Yin Bow.

So, he waved his right hand, placed his son's corpse into a storage bag, and directly used the stones scattered throughout the valley to flee deep into the mountains.

Jing Wuming gave a cold snort and shouted arrogantly:

"Run! Can you actually get away?"

Saying that, he actually shot up into the sky and continuously fired arrows of various colors into the air.

Wang Ping, hidden in the trees, watched the two receding figures. Wang Ping flew out from the treetops.

Formation Master, Tie family, Jing family, Mojing Kingdom, Nine Yin Bow, Blood Elixir, Spirit Elixir!

Everything that happened tonight opened Wang Ping's eyes wide; he hesitated whether to follow them.

In the end, he still gave up the idea of following them; he had no confidence in blocking Jing Wuming's strong bow.

Where is the limit of the Pangu Seal's defensive Dao? Wang Ping still doesn't know; now, aside from the Pangu Seal, he has no other effective means against enemies.

After glancing once more at the direction the two had gone, Wang Ping turned his head and flew toward the Juobao Market.

Wang Ping decided that, after returning, he would quickly forge his own flying sword; before obtaining the intermediate Qing Light Sword Technique, a high‑grade flying sword capable of withstanding his formidable spiritual power would greatly aid his strength.

After returning, Wang Ping directly bought many materials in the market, then immediately entered seclusion there.

Meanwhile, outside, the events that occurred last night in the Wan Ning Mountain Range have already spread.

Thirty‑five cultivators lost their lives in the Wan Ning Mountain Range overnight, causing a great commotion that left many cultivators uneasy.

The Juobao Pavilion directly organized three Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivators and thirty Qi Refining late‑stage cultivators to enter Wan Ning Mountain for investigation.

They inspected for a full three days and three nights, and ultimately walked out of the Wan Ning Mountain Range and entered Zhao Kingdom.

The outside turmoil did not affect Wang Ping; in the rented cave dwelling, he had already been in seclusion for over a month.

One month of intense seclusion cultivation left Wang Ping's hair disheveled, his complexion wan, and his eyes filled with blood.

Although his appearance was miserable, the results were astonishing.

Gazing at the five magical artifacts floating around him.

Blade, spear, sword, rope—each emitted a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power.

The most conspicuous was the three‑foot sword in the centre; its blade emitted spiritual power fluctuations that were more than twice as strong as those of the other four items.

It turned out to be an extremely rare supreme‑grade magical artifact in the cultivation world.

Gazing at the sword in the centre, a faint smile appeared on Wang Ping's weary face.

Over the past month, he spent fifteen hundred spirit stones on refining materials, ultimately crafting the five magical artifacts before him.

Two swords: one upper‑grade for his own use, one supreme‑grade, which he intends to sell; as for the remaining three artifacts, the black blade, golden spear, and red rope are all upper‑grade magical artifacts of excellent quality, each estimated to fetch about 2,500 spirit stones.

As for that supreme‑grade flying sword, even ten thousand spirit stones might not be enough to buy it; besides, who knows how many cultivators practice the sword Dao in the cultivation world.

Wang Ping gestured, and that upper‑grade flying sword emitting a faint azure light had already flown into his hand.

He intends to sell the supreme‑grade flying sword; the only reason he keeps the upper‑grade flying sword is that he likes this azure‑colored sword.

At the moment this flying sword took shape, he was deeply captivated; despite the second flying sword surpassing this azure‑light‑emitting one in both power and appearance.

But there's nothing he can do; Wang Ping fell for it at first sight.

Gently stroking the sword, Wang Ping whispered:

"From now on, you shall be called Azure Edge!"

As for the remaining four items, Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"You shall be called Black Blade, Golden Spear, and Red Rope respectively!"

As for that supreme‑grade flying sword, Wang Ping racked his brain but could not think of a name, so he simply said:

"Just call you Nameless!"