Chapter 1090

【Ding, as you cultivate the Immortal Martial Dao and alter the course of the world's future, you have attracted the attention of Heaven and Earth; your destiny has increased.】

At that moment, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in Ji Yanran's mind, and then she felt her mind grow utterly clear, as if the dust of past years had been brushed away, leaving her heart as bright as a mirror.

"How miraculous!"

Ji Yanran opened her eyes in surprise, "I never expected I'd encounter something like this."

She glanced to one side, waved her hand, and her sword landed in her grip.

Qiang!

With a surge of true qi, the blade instantly slid free; its bronze blade gleamed a vivid green under the true qi's influence.

"A pity—this sword's material is too poor; it may not last long in battle with me."

The sword in her hand was a famed blade from Yue State.

But its material was utterly ordinary—just copper.

Knowing the future's material transformations, she was now fully aware that bronze weapons would be completely phased out in the not-so-distant future.

As her true qi flowed, she clearly perceived countless tiny cracks scattered throughout the blade.

These cracks were invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people and did not affect combat.

But to her, a master, they were as clear as patterns on her palm—if used against a peer-level expert, the blade would shatter in a single strike.

"Why not try the Sword Nourishing Technique?"

In the Primordial Pure Yang Art, besides sword techniques, there were also secret methods for nurturing weapons.

According to ancient texts, even common iron could be nurtured into an immortal weapon.

Ji Yanran was truly reluctant to abandon the sword that had accompanied her so long, so she decided to give it a try.

As she activated the cultivation method, the green luster on the blade intensified.

Under the nourishment of true qi, the cracks within the blade gradually vanished.

Even the sword's material itself began to change slowly.

What had once been mere bronze now, in Ji Yanran's eyes, radiated dazzling spiritual light.

Even after she withdrew her true qi, the sword remained as clear as a pool of water, reflective as a mirror.

Upon closer inspection, the material no longer resembled bronze—it looked as if it had been carved from the finest jadeite.

"What a precious sword!"

Ji Yanran marveled, and continued nurturing it for a while longer until the blade trembled and emitted a crisp, clear chime.

With a flick of her hand, the sword leapt into the air, twisting like a roaming dragon, flying autonomously through the sky like a jade dragon.

"Young Lady, the Wei Wang requests your presence!"

Just then, a maid flew in.

Seeing the jade dragon flying in the sky, she froze in shock.

Ji Yanran made no effort to hide it; she waved her hand, and the sword flew back into its scabbard.

"Impossible—how can a sword fly?"

"Could this be Yue State's ultimate sword art?"

"No, no—if Yue State had such sword art, how could it have been destroyed?"

The maid felt her mind a blur, unable to process what she had seen.

"Wei Wang?" Ji Yanran smiled lightly, "In a little while, there won't be a Wei Wang anymore!"

The maid was startled, not understanding what her Young Lady meant.

Ji Yanran ignored the maid's thoughts, slung the sword at her waist, and stepped forward toward the sky, as if an invisible ladder stretched before her.

The maid stepped forward and reached out a hand, but found nothing.

"There's no ladder!"

The maid was stunned; when she looked again at her Young Lady, she saw the girl already vanished into the clouds, robes fluttering like a celestial immortal.

The maid's spirit trembled, her heart pounding wildly.

"Guard well—I'll return shortly!"

With those words, Ji Yanran quickened her pace; as her voice faded, she shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, heading straight for the Wang Gong.

The Wang Gong was heavily guarded—one sentinel every five steps, one watch every ten steps; each formidable soldier held a long halberd, eyes cold as the most emotionless machines.

The soldiers guarding the Wang Gong were naturally the Wei State's most elite warriors—the Wei Wu Zu.

Since the Wei State's decline, the number of Wei Wu Zu had dwindled to just a few thousand—useless for waging war across the land, yet perfect for guarding the Wang Gong, turning it into an impregnable fortress where no matter how skilled the swordsman or assassin, none could enter the forbidden palace.

These men were the guarantee of the Wei Wang's safety.

Of course, this was under normal circumstances.

With transcendent power, to Ji Yanran's eyes, these soldiers were utterly insignificant.

She flew over the sky; the soldiers detected not the slightest disturbance.

Arriving at the forbidden palace, she heard the sounds of stringed instruments and raucous revelry filling her ears.

"Great King, are you truly going to act against that Ji talent?"

Suddenly, a voice caught Ji Yanran's attention.

"Hmph, act? Allowing her into the forbidden palace is an honor—I grant it, and commoners would die for the chance!"

Immediately after, a boastful voice rang out.

"The Great King speaks truly!"

Instantly, a chorus of agreement erupted around the room.

Immediately after, a chorus of agreement rose from the crowd.

Ji Yanran's expression turned cold.

After cultivating the martial Dao, her intuition had become extremely sharp.

When Wei Wang's invitation arrived, she sensed a troubling premonition.

She had not expected Wei Wang to have already developed sinister intentions.

Thinking of Wei Wang's scheming, the sword at her waist seemed to respond, trembling slightly, as a surge of battle intent rose within her.

Ji Yanran waved her hand, and the long sword spontaneously unsheathed and landed in her grasp.

The next moment, the emerald blade glowed brightly, reflecting upon her face.

The swordlight was chilling, its terrifying aura spreading everywhere.

Even those who did not cultivate martial arts felt a deadly sense of peril.

"Cut!"

The next instant, the swordlight descended, slicing the palace where Wei Wang stood flat to the ground; his ministers and Wei Wang himself were slain instantly, leaving only the dancers and musicians trembling, gazing upward.

Toward the sky.

"Wei Wang is unjust—he must be slain! After tomorrow, a worthy sovereign shall descend; you must not cause chaos."

Ji Yanran looked down, her icy voice ringing out, calming the panicked palace.

"Is there someone in the sky?"

"Impossible!"

The Wei Wu soldiers felt their entire worldview shatter.

Humans have no wings—how could they fly in the sky?

After waiting a while, everyone finally came to their senses and looked up again, only to find the figure in the sky gone, leaving them anxious and uncertain, wondering if they had imagined it.

Yahu Cottage.

Ji Yanran returned to her residence and casually opened the chat group.

Ji Yanran: "I just slew Wei Wang—will it cause any repercussions?"

Su Xiao: "You slew Wei Wang? What happened?"

Ji Yanran: "This is how it went…."

Su Xiao: "I see. Wei Wang is nothing. Even if you cut down the Qin Shi Huang of your world, it wouldn't matter."

Ying Zheng: "Miss Su seems to have a grudge against me?!"

Su Xiao: "I was just giving an example—Emperor Qin, don't take it personally."

Hu Yifei: "Indeed. Wei Wang is utterly insignificant."

Ji Yanran: "Good."

Ji Yanran: "That's good."