Chapter 957: Long Nü: The Mongols

"So what?"

Long Nü sneered, "I'm not afraid!"

Guo Jing was speechless.

This isn't about whether you're afraid or not~.

When the Mongols march south, it won't just be one or two people who suffer.

Indeed, Huo Du's status and position were low; under normal circumstances, he could never prompt the Mongol Khan to act for him.

But now that he's dead, his value has skyrocketed.

The Mongols now have a just cause for invasion.

Haven't you heard? Even in modern times, the Japanese used the excuse of a missing soldier to justify invading the Central Plains.

A prince, no matter how neglected he may be in daily life, still holds greater status than a soldier.

A just cause—this is essential in warfare, ancient or modern.

With this justification, the Mongols' invasion of the Southern Song becomes entirely legitimate, and their troop mobilization becomes far more effective.

Huo Du's death has too great an impact.

"Miss Long, this is a matter of state and country—it cannot be resolved by whether you're afraid or not."

Hao Datong frowned, "If the Mongols invade southward, how many civilians will be forced to flee for their lives? Alas!"

Long Nü's expression subtly changed.

She was merely aloof by nature—not heartless or cruel.

If her actions led to widespread suffering and death across the land, she would care deeply.

"I will handle this matter."

Long Nü said calmly, waved her hand, and instantly, a distant mountain was erased.

At this display, everyone present nearly died of fright.

Turning a person into ash was already shocking.

Now, erasing an entire mountain into ash was beyond the imagination of anyone in this world.

"Has Miss Long become an immortal?"

"There's a true immortal in the Ancient Tomb!"

Regaining their senses, everyone turned to Long Nü—no trace of doubt or other thoughts remained.

This woman was too powerful.

Powerful beyond any possibility of resistance.

If she could erase a mountain with a wave of her hand, she could erase a city just as easily.

Such power made her invincible in this world.

Hao Datong stepped forward and asked, "Miss Long, have you truly become an immortal?"

Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing Long Nü's answer.

Even Guo Jing felt the same way.

Becoming an immortal or deity—this was a temptation even emperors could not resist.

Long Nü shook her head: "No. I merely gained the favor of the Dao Lord Brother and cultivated a trivial skill."

She looked toward Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong, go bring back my sister. I must communicate with the Immortal and have him send someone to handle affairs in this realm."

Sun Wukong nodded: "Alright."

As soon as she spoke, her figure flickered and vanished.

Hao Datong was startled—then suddenly he remembered.

"I recall there was an old woman named Sun Wukong in the Ancient Tomb, nearly seventy years old—was that just now the same woman?"

Guo Jing was stunned: "Master, that's impossible! The woman just now was younger than even the third-generation Quanzhen disciples!"

"It is indeed this old woman."

Before anyone could answer, a clear voice rang out.

Everyone turned to see Sun Wukong standing behind Long Nü, gripping a beautiful Daoist nun.

The nun was naturally Li Mochou.

At this moment, Li Mochou was utterly bewildered.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What happened?

In the Ancient Tomb, the only things she truly feared were the traps.

Long Nü and Sun Wukong—she had never taken them seriously.

She had only waited for Huo Du's group to exhaust Long Nü's Qi, then enter the tomb to seize the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture.

Yet in the blink of an eye, she was captured.

And the one who captured her, they said, was Sun Wukong.

The Sun Wukong who had reversed aging.

It shattered her entire worldview.

How could this be possible!

Reversing aging—even the Founding Mistress and Wang Chongyang, whose cultivation reached the heavens, could not reverse aging!

"Sister, has Sun Wukong mastered the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture?" Li Mochou's voice trembled, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

She was a full cycle older than Little Dragon Girl; though still beautiful now, one day she too would be powerless against the knife of time, becoming a crone with skin rough as tree bark.

Merely imagining such a fate filled her with fear.

She did not want that day to come at all.

If she had the Jade Maiden Heart Scripture, would she not be able to retain her youth forever?