Chapter 472: Mu Mu Tianxue Says She Is Kind and Pure

"You're very kind?"

Jiang Ding, who had raised his sword and was about to beat her to death, paused his motion and gave her a strange look.

"Yes, I am very kind!"

Mu Mu Tianxue was emboldened and said with conviction: "Although I grew up in the demonic Huaxue Yu clan, I have always been pure and kind since childhood. I like little birds, little rabbits, little deer, and I could never bear to see them get hurt."

"Whenever I came across a lost little animal, I would always rescue it and then release it back into the woods."

"Of course, I would occasionally kill a person too."

Seeing the look in Jiang Ding's eyes was off, she gave a dry laugh: "But those people were all from the Yu clan, the Poison Corpses, the Hundred Ghosts, the younger generation of these years, and people from the Xiang Qiyu Sect. Don't be fooled by them claiming to be righteous — in their hearts they are truly filthy."

"They all wanted to kill me, to snatch me away and turn me into a furnace cauldron. I had no choice."

"I am innocent!"

"Maybe."

Jiang Ding shook his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Many matters and grievances in the Cultivation World are hard to sort out clearly. The territory of the Xiang Qiyu Sect was also seized by the Xiang Qiyu Sect's founding ancestor after he wiped out the original sect.

But there is one thing —

The Xiang Qiyu Sect does not use humans as cultivation materials.

The reason he had listened to her speak for so long was nothing more than a measure of respect for a great enemy who had long since been etched into his heart since childhood.

When a person grows older, they always feel a certain fondness for familiar things, hoping to leave behind more memories. Expressed outwardly, this inevitably brings much more tolerance.

"Brother Jiang..."

Mu Mu Tianxue's heart trembled, and she had a premonition of something.

"Use a different form of address."

Jiang Ding cut her off.

"Jiang Ding!"

Mu Mu Tianxue said, a little flustered and exasperated: "This old lady really is innocent. I only kill enemies, and there are so many of them I can't kill them all. I've never slaughtered a city, never massacred mortals on a large scale."

To others, all of this would be laughable.

When do cultivators ever distinguish between kindness and evil?

But she had studied her opponent carefully. The person before her seemed to possess a strong sense of morality, treated mortals extremely well, and almost never bullied the weak.

Sword cultivators were also always stubborn.

Therefore, she had decided this would be useful!

"I'm telling the truth!"

"I have a Heavenly Spiritual Root, a Blood Spirit Sacred Body, and peerless comprehension. I was simply born at the wrong time. In truth, I truly possess the bearing of a supreme prodigy — I am extremely useful!"

Mu Mu Tianxue frantically piled up her own worth. Seeing that her opponent remained unmoved and showed faint signs of making a move, her heart trembled more and more.

"Look, it's all true!"

Steeling her heart, she stepped forward a little, slightly lowered her head with its flying tresses of beautiful hair, and placed it before the youth.

"I'll open my divine soul — go ahead and search it!"

"This Miss is so pretty, and her talent so excellent — it would really be a pity to die!"

Mu Mu Tianxue emphasized once more.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, such generosity?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised. He smiled, but was unafraid of any divine soul trap, and placed his hand directly on her fair, delicate forehead.

This was something he had intended to do all along.

For this reason, even in such impoverished circumstances, he had still delayed the time for refining his flying sword and dug out his last reserves to purchase a Nascent Soul-grade soul-searching talisman, in order to confirm that Mu Mu Tianxue had not done anything over these past hundred-plus years with the Yong Po Fa steel fragments that would draw the attention of the Dari Sect.

The forehead felt smooth and tender, and his heart instinctively stirred.

Jiang Ding frowned and severed this messy instinct that had arisen.

His divine sense surged into Mu Mu Tianxue's sea of consciousness, examining her memories bit by bit from the time she first learned to speak, downloading them into his own divine soul as if watching a film.

Born into the Huaxue Yu clan but not bearing the surname Yu, raised by her grandfather — a Jin Dan cultivator of the previous generation of Huaxuedian — much ostracism from the Yu clan youths within the family, the cold-blooded ruthlessness of demonic Jin Dan cultivators, their indifference, the life-and-death struggles within the clan, killing the Huaxue Son after coming of age...

Scene after scene, the life of a demonic overlord slowly unfolded before him.

Jiang Ding swept past all of this, focusing his search on the memories of these past hundred-plus years since he had appeared.

Obtaining the inheritance and the slaughter within the Nine Heavens Ruins, the years-long stakeout on Golden Blade Mountain, the initial hearing of the deaths of the Kong Que Demon King and the false-Dan cultivator Zhou Kunlong and the suspicions that followed...

And also, that silver-white pellet fragment glimpsed by chance, completely forgotten after a period of time.

'No further surprises.'

'This is good.'

Jiang Ding lowered his hand from her smooth forehead and fell silent, lost in thought.

The Blood Spirit Sacred Body was extraordinary indeed.

Cultivating Dong Xue Dao Gong Fa advanced a thousand li in a single day — her aptitude was terrifying. Moreover, she possessed the ability to create avatars, able to split off up to nine avatars, each sent to different places, unrestricted by distance.

If the main body died, the avatar with the highest sequence would automatically take over, its divine soul transforming to become the new main body.

As for where the other eight blood avatars were, in what places, what strength, what identities — Mu Mu Tianxue knew nothing of this. She had severed the related memories many years ago.

This was a terrifying aptitude on par with the Five Elements Reincarnation Dao Body!

Her ability to survive was terrifyingly tenacious.

Even the previous generation's Huaxue Old Ancestor of Xuetudian — a typical demonic figure, cold and ruthless — could not bear to let such a supremely talented granddaughter die, and tacitly allowed her to take charge of the Huaxue Yu clan under the surname Mu.

The only flaw lay in her inheritance — it was only a Fa-grade Gong Fa, unable to pull ahead of the Xiang Qiyu Sect. It was only by the True Person Bai Mei's heavy treasure the Xiang Qiyu Stele that she had barely managed to equal cultivators of the same rank, which was why the stalemate had lasted for nearly a hundred years.

After obtaining the Dian-grade Gong Fa from the Nine Heavens Ruins, even this flaw was covered over.

If not for the restriction of the Clear Spirit Dao Contract, she would already possess the strength to destroy the Xiang Qiyu Sect.

In terms of personal character,

he did mostly strike at enemies, using their blood for cultivation, and rarely slaughtered the innocent.

This Cultivation World actually has no shortage of enemies—within the sect and outside it—as long as one is not yet invincible, opponents are plentiful.

"Jiang Ding, how about it?"

Mu Mu Tianxue opened her eyes wide, looking at him hopefully: "Can you spare me? I can do things for you. We're both prodigies; in the future we might both rank among Nascent Soul."

Jiang Ding deliberated once more.

After a long while,

he shook his head.

His hand brushed his brow and drew out an azure flying sword from within.

"Why?"

Mu Mu Tianxue was somewhat desperate, flustered and furious: "This old lady is this beautiful, this talented, and this kind and pure—I've never killed an innocent. Why do you still want to kill me?"

"That should perfectly align with your Dao heart."

"Fellow Daoist, here's what I think."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless, unhurried.

"Everyone who wants to kill me."

"Must die."

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword left its sheath, its radiance illuminating fifty kilometers.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

Mu Mu Tianxue said nothing, ignited her essence blood, her body disintegrated, and she turned to flee.

In every direction, palm-sized little girls in black skirts lifted a blood-blade as tall as a person, burning all their essence blood; their speed faintly surpassed the scope of peak Jin Dan, reaching the realm of quasi-Nascent Soul.

Every one of these little figures carried an identical aura; relying on the Sacred Blood Spirit Body, even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not tell them apart.

Then, all of them stiffened simultaneously, dazed and blank.

Their brows split apart,

a bloodline revealed itself.

Azure sword qi of annihilation erupted from within, turning every fleeing little figure into drifting white ash that fluttered down through the air.

Two

These past few days, my state hasn't been great—I've been staying up all night reading Mike's book.

Finished the book, and my heart felt empty.

Sigh, why am I not like Shaosheng, with a beautiful, mature big sister who likes me, appreciates me, supports me, and cares for me?

This damned reality—never mind, then.

(End of chapter)