Chapter 471: The Woman Who Waited Over a Hundred Years

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, gazing toward the direction of Chu State.

In that instant, a hidden aura probe in the southeastern corner of Chu State was triggered, disintegrating into a faint, elusive mark that clung to the long-awaited figure.

"Mu Mu Tianxue…"

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

"I've waited nearly a hundred years—you've finally stepped out."

"One hundred and twenty-two years ago, your avatar attacked me in the Nine Heavens Ruins; one hundred and fourteen years ago, you ambushed me on the Golden Blade outside the capital of Yue State."

"Every time, you tried to kill me."

"Now, I'll give you one."

He concealed his form and flew toward the distance.

His aura trail glowed a deep blue, his figure flickering in and out.

Each flicker covered a vast distance; in the blink of an eye, he was far beyond the immortal city, personally founded and ruled for over a hundred years by the Master Tushan Sword Cultivators.

……

Near the border of Chu State.

A blood-colored aura trail concealed its form, fleeing toward the Spiritless Desert, abandoning its ancestral legacy of a thousand years, fleeing in disarray.

After more than a hundred years, she still looked like a girl—beautiful face, snow-white skin, a pure black palace gown clinging to her, revealing her graceful figure.

She strained to conceal her form, daring not to disturb even a single cloud around her.

"... Nascent Soul Ancestor..."

Mu Mu Tianxue flew thousands of li, confirmed no one was chasing her, and exhaled deeply.

Fortunately, the Liu Dao Sect's Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun did not choose Xuetudian as the place to assert dominance—otherwise, Huaxuedian would have been utterly annihilated, with not a single soul left alive.

This filled her with despair.

All her years of effort, the accumulated legacy of her ancestors over a thousand years, lost in an instant; she dared not even attempt to slow them down, and was still grateful they hadn't set their eyes on her.

"Good fortune or misfortune?"

"Perhaps this isn't such a bad thing."

Mu Mu Tianxue rallied herself, clenching the small blood knife at her chest, encouraging herself: "The Master Tushan Sword Cultivators and that Xiang Qiyu Sword Disciple are both dead—my two greatest mortal enemies are gone, and my path ahead is far clearer."

"Now, with Dari Sect and the orthodox-magic factions locked in conflict, cracks have appeared in the path to Nascent Soul—this is a heavenly opportunity even my ancestors never encountered. I've already been lucky enough."

"If, after many years, I ascend to Nascent Soul, I can burn a stick of incense for him at Master Tushan Xiancheng."

Her small face was filled with nostalgia and longing.

With all her enemies dead, it felt as though the past had dissolved into smoke, all gone.

"Just one stick of incense?"

Before her, the empty air grew translucent and hazy, revealing a young boy in green robes, curious.

The boy, at Jin Dan Chu Qi, stared intently at her—the woman he had once wanted to kill and had thought of for years.

"A Nascent Soul personally made a move,"

"You're still alive!"

Mu Mu Tianxue's body froze.

"Esteemed Daoist, I have urgent matters."

Without hesitation, she unleashed all her magic power—BOOM! —exploding into a thousand crimson thread-like blade lights, fleeing in all directions.

The sky suddenly erupted into a red ball of yarn, each thread ending in a palm-sized girl in a black palace gown, wielding a blood knife as tall as herself, fleeing at top speed.

In the blink of an eye, they flew kilometers away, moving at the utmost speed.

At the same time, her cultivation level was exposed—Jin Dan Peak, and the aura of a classic-level cultivation technique—the very one she had acquired in the Nine Heavens Ruins last time.

"How could she be so alert?"

Jiang Ding murmured in slight surprise.

"You've reached Jin Dan Peak—why are you so afraid?"

The azure magnetic pattern on his brow flickered.

KENG!

With a sword's chime,

A terrifying sword intent of Yi Gu Po Fa spread outward, causing the celestial and terrestrial spiritual energy within a fifty-kilometer radius to grow slightly sluggish.

Space itself grew thick and sluggish.

This naturally radiating pressure meant nothing to a Nascent Soul cultivator—they could part it effortlessly, even teleporting or casting spells without hindrance.

But for a Jin Dan cultivator, it was a prison of life and death!

The countless crimson thread-blades froze; each palm-sized girl at their tips, clad in black gowns and wielding knives equal to their size, likewise froze, their faces twisted in terror and despair.

"Mu Mu Tianxue, it's been many years—I've missed you."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

He idly plucked at the sharp crimson threads beside him, producing a crisp, melodious sound like a guzheng.

XIU!

The entire mass of crimson threads was violently yanked back by an immense external force, forcibly dragging the palm-sized Mu Tianxues—now scattered kilometers away—back toward him.

The crimson threads retracted, the palm-sized girls returning one by one, melting like liquid, merging together.

Moments later,

A girl with snow-white skin, delicate features, dark, lively eyes, and a pure black palace gown stood before him, surrounded by a blood knife as tall as a person, curved like a crescent moon.

"I pay my respects to the Xiang Qiyu Sword Disciple."

Mu Mu Tianxue forced a dry laugh, knelt, and bowed deeply.

After confirming repeatedly that the opponent was only at the early stage of Jin Dan, and could even be said to have advanced not long ago, a preposterous thought that had once surfaced in his heart over a hundred years ago appeared again.

Moreover, he saw through the fog, imprinting it firmly upon his heart.

A faint despair covered his heart.

Jiang Ding ignored her, came before her, disregarded the faint fragrance at her nose, and found a delicate, snow-white storage bag on her slender waist, which was as slender as a single grasp.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his divine sense carrying the sword intent of destruction surged into it, instantly destroying the various complex prohibitions within, bringing the many things inside into view.

"Not bad."

"Fellow Daoist Mu is very wealthy."

Jiang Ding praised.

What appeared in his divine sense was indeed piles of heavenly treasures and earthly herbs, including first, second, and third grades, with a large number of third-grade heavenly treasures and earthly herbs appearing, such as Blood Spirit Copper, Green Jade Stone, Blood Bone Wood, and so on.

More than ten magical treasures, with upper, middle, and lower-grade magical treasures all present; the thousand-year accumulation of the three families of Huaxuedian was all here.

He estimated slightly the value of these things.

"Four hundred and twenty million low-grade spirit stones!"

Jiang Ding's spirit perked up.

This counted as choosing an incredibly good time.

Mu Mu Tianxue had fled her old nest in a wretched state, rushing to the Northern Plains to pursue her Dao path, carrying all the assets of Huaxuedian accumulated over countless years on her person.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary time, even if Huaxuedian were annihilated, one would not find so many third-grade heavenly treasures and earthly herbs, as they were all scattered in various secret vaults.

These heavenly treasures and earthly herbs before his eyes should be sufficient for cultivation for more than ten years.

The only regret was that there was not a single fourth-grade item.

Generally speaking, lower-stage cultivators wishing to obtain the resources of higher-stage cultivators need immense luck, just as a Foundation Establishment cultivator accidentally obtaining a set of Jin Dan-grade heavenly treasures and earthly herbs, and Jin Dan cultivators are the same.

Jiang Ding sighed and stopped paying attention to these heavenly treasures and earthly herbs.

His divine sense searched carefully within the storage bag, especially rummaging through miscellaneous items like skirts and dressing mirrors.

Finally, at the bottom of the storage bag, he found a jade box; he rudely thrust his divine sense into it, and a trace of joy appeared in his eyes.

A deformed anti-law steel warhead lay quietly here, having been forgotten for who knows how many years.

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, did not take it out, and directly stored the entire snow-white storage bag into his possession.

"Brother Jiang, can you let me go?"

Mu Mu Tianxue opened her innocent big eyes and pleaded: "My aptitude is very good; I possess the Water Spirit Root and the Blood Spirit Saint Body. Even with poor inheritance, I only needed three hundred years to reach the peak of Jin Dan.

My comprehension is also very good; I completed the cultivation of the Dian-class Gong Fa very quickly, and it took me only a hundred and some years to cultivate from the late stage of Jin Dan to the peak of Jin Dan."

"I am also very kind and have never done anything bad."

"If you let me go, I can help you do many things!"

(End of this chapter)