Chapter 361

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from the side:

"Sister, there is no need to struggle in vain any longer."

"Before our Master, you and I are both mere ants."

Hearing this, Xu Zhihu whipped her head around.

She saw her own younger sister, Xu Weixiong, who had never been on good terms with her yet shared the same Xu family blood, looking at her with a calm expression.

In those eyes there was not a shred of sympathy or pity, only a kind of... respectful submission that felt strange to her.

"Weixiong?! You... how could you..."

Xu Zhihu looked at her sister in disbelief; she could clearly feel that the way Xu Weixiong gazed at that demonic dragon was filled with... awe and fanaticism?!

What... what exactly is going on?!

Seeing her sister's shocked and uncertain appearance, Xu Weixiong curled the corner of her mouth into a self-mocking cold smile.

Slowly, word by word, she recounted everything Ning Chuan had publicly revealed earlier: the earth-shattering secret regarding her own origins, and the despicable, shameless past of the Prince of Northern Liang, Xu Xiao.

"... So, Sister, do you still think that man is our father?"

"Is he still worthy of our loyalty, worthy of us dying for him?"

Although Xu Weixiong's voice remained clear and cold, it contained endless sorrow and... relief.

She paused, glanced once more at Ning Chuan, who hovered quietly to the side as if watching an entertaining play, and continued speaking:

"Moreover, submitting to the Master is not humiliation for us; on the contrary, it is... a tremendous opportunity!"

"The Master possesses vast divine powers and boundless magical strength, far beyond what ordinary mortals can imagine!"

"He can not only bestow upon us supreme power but also lead us to glimpse the higher realms, the scenery belonging to immortals and gods!"

"Sister, why must you... remain stubbornly deluded?"

Listening to her sister's words, Xu Zhihu felt her entire worldview completely collapse in that instant!

Her mind went blank, utterly unable to think!

So... so the father she had always revered as a deity was actually... actually the murderer of her adoptive sister's father?!

This cruel fact made her feel even more despair and pain than the earlier destruction of the Northern Liang Wang Fu!

She slumped to the ground, crying out in anguish, as if venting all the sorrow and grievance in her heart.

Watching this scene of sisters reuniting, or rather, "enemies recognizing each other," Ning Chuan's face remained utterly unruffled.

Waiting until Xu Zhihu's emotions had calmed slightly, he spoke indifferently:

"Now, I will give you one more chance to choose."

"Submit, or... die."

Xu Zhihu slowly raised her head; those phoenix eyes, once filled with hatred, now held only endless emptiness and bewilderment.

She looked at Ning Chuan, then at her younger sister, Xu Weixiong.

Finally, she gave a bleak smile and said in a hoarse voice:

"Heh... at this point, do I... still have any choice?"

She knew she no longer had any room to resist.

Ning Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

With a thought, an invisible demonic force instantly restrained Xu Zhihu's body.

Then, he said to Xu Weixiong at the side: "Weixiong, you do it."

Hearing this, Xu Weixiong did not hesitate for a moment and immediately stepped forward.

Looking at her sister, who had once been high and mighty but was now reduced to a prisoner, a complex light flashed in her eyes.

But ultimately, it turned into a cold respect.

She knew that from now on, the fate of both sisters would be completely held in the hands of the dragon master before them.

Ning Chuan once again condensed a drop of dark-golden draconic essence blood containing his origin power.

Then, he said to Xu Weixiong: "Pry open her mouth and feed it to her."

Hearing this, Xu Weixiong's body trembled slightly, but she followed the order nonetheless.

She walked up to Xu Zhihu and, ignoring the eyes filled with humiliation and resistance, forcibly pried open her mouth.

Then, she sent that drop of draconic essence blood, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations, into her mouth.

The moment the draconic essence blood entered her body,

Xu Zhihu's delicate figure began to tremble violently once more!

An indescribably vast energy erupted within her, repairing her damaged meridians and also... transforming her soul!

A moment later, those phoenix eyes, originally filled with resistance and hatred, gradually became docile, respectful, and even... carried a hint of fanaticism and dependence.

A mysterious connection originating from the depths of their souls was quietly established between her and Ning Chuan.

Seeing this, Ning Chuan could not help but burst into a hearty, unrestrained laugh!

Excellent!

Another proud and stunning beauty had completely submitted at his feet!

This feeling of controlling everything was truly... too wonderful!

He also imparted the 【Mystic Maiden Phoenix Chant Art】, a technique specially tailored for women, to the sisters Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu.

He had them cultivate together, verifying their progress against each other.

He believed that with these sisters' talent and aptitude, plus his own "assistance,"

their future achievements would surely be limitless.

Tonight, for these two stunning sisters who had just experienced the destruction of their family and death of their loved ones, only to be forced into submission by their enemy,

was destined to be a sleepless night filled with humiliation and pain, yet also... carrying a hint of strange excitement.

Brother Ning Chuan once again felt the thrill of his cultivation base surging forward.

…

The next day, at dawn.

Below Mount Qingliang, the delegation sent by the Liyang Dynasty to bestow the title, after days of anxious waiting and fearful dread,

finally received an audience with the mysterious and unfathomable Lord of the Dragon Isle.

With hearts trembling with awe and reverence, they slowly ascended Mount Qingliang, guided by Xu Weixiong, a mountain steeped in the scent of blood and fire.

Along the way, they gazed upon the devastated battlefield, and the uncollected remains of severed limbs and broken bodies.

Their fear of the Lord of the Dragon Isle deepened further.

When they arrived before Tingchao Pavilion,

they were utterly stunned by what lay before them!

There, suspended motionless above Tingchao Pavilion, was the exquisitely beautiful figure of Brother Ning Chuan.

Before him floated an ancient longsword, entirely dark gold in hue, its surface swirling with countless stars—this was the legendary sword once belonging to the Wang Fu: Great Liang Dragon Sparrow!

Around Brother Ning Chuan, countless pure streams of celestial spiritual energy, threads of the newly risen morning sun's essence, and even faint traces of thunderous power still radiating destruction—

all surged wildly, drawn as if by invisible threads, toward the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow!

Brother Ning Chuan was… was forging a weapon?!

【You have deeply comprehended the ancient art of weapon forging, combined with Daoist scriptures detailing talisman arrays…】

【You used your own vast, boundless dragon demonic power as the furnace flame, and the pure essence of the morning sun and heavenly tribulation thunder as your hammer…】

【Taking the divine sword Great Liang Dragon Sparrow as your base, you infused into it one of your own shed fangs—hard as stone, imbued with primordial power…】

【You are attempting to refine this mortal divine weapon into a true spiritual sword, capable of bearing your demonic power and divine arts…】

Brother Ning Chuan murmured incantations under his breath, his hands weaving intricate, unfathomable hand seals without pause.

One by one, mysterious talismans flew from his fingertips, searing themselves onto the blade of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow.

The entire forging process unleashed celestial phenomena!

In the sky, winds and clouds churned violently, and faint roars of dragons and tigers echoed through the heavens!

Beneath their feet, the earth trembled and cracked, as if an ultimate weapon of destruction were about to be born!

Standing not far behind Brother Ning Chuan, Xu Zhihu, Xu Weixiong, and Jiang Ni watched this scene, divine as a miracle.

Their beautiful eyes sparkled with awe and rapt devotion.

They never imagined their master could possibly know… could possibly master such legendary forging arts?!

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This was… omniscient, omnipotent!

And the envoys of the Liyang Dynasty were so terrified by this apocalyptic spectacle that they trembled violently, their legs buckled, and they collapsed to the ground.