No matter how much he hated her, his only option now was to negotiate terms with Song Wanning.

He had already made one wrong decision. This time, he absolutely could not let the inheritance be cut off in the Lower World.

’A mix of threats and incentives will surely sway her!’

His eyes burned as he threw out more bait. "As long as you’re willing to let me leave the inheritance for that girl, I can leave a copy for you as well!"

’Since I can’t choose one, I’ll just leave it for both!’

’As long as the girl in white receives the inheritance, that’s all that matters.’

’As for this woman...’

’She’s plagued by a Heart Demon. Her Immortal Path is hopeless. Sooner or later, she’ll die in the Lower World anyway!’

"But you must promise me you won’t use Elixir Pills to harm people, nor will you go around calling yourself a successor of my Medicine King Sect!"

’The fact that she would poison the girl in white is enough to prove how vicious she is. She is unworthy of being a successor to the Medicine King Sect.’

"As long as you agree to these conditions, I will hand the inheritance over to you!"

Mu Zixu once again adopted his high-and-mighty demeanor. The condescending look of charity on his face made Song Wanning laugh.

"Who gave you the nerve to negotiate with me now?"

The corners of her mouth turned down, and her shadowed eyes swept over Mu Zixu. Then, she smiled again—a mocking, insolent smile.

"Threatening me?"

"And you’re so sure I’m the one who’ll lose?"

"I think you’re the one who should be worried—about your precious forces in the Spirit Realm and the Immortal Realm!"

"Don’t come crying to me with regret when the Medicine King Sect is actually gone!"

’Anyone can talk tough.’

’I’ll deal with the future when it comes.’

’He can’t threaten me into making a decision right now!’

"You—"

Mu Zixu hadn’t expected Song Wanning to be so aggressive. She was just plain obstinate!

"You’d better think this through. This is the inheritance of the Medicine King Sect!"

The Medicine King Sect was once a top-tier Sect in the Lower World. He refused to believe Song Wanning wasn’t the least bit tempted!

"So what if it’s the Medicine King Sect?"

Song Wanning’s gaze hardened. She hated that charitable tone more than anything.

"I’m an Alchemy Grandmaster with or without your Medicine King Sect."

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Fine, fine, fine—"

Mu Zixu laughed in fury.

Today, he had finally witnessed true arrogance.

’A mere Nascent Soul Cultivator daring to be so presumptuous? How laughable!’

"You’ll regret this!"

His gaze darkened. The thought that he, of all people, had been backed into a corner by a mere girl filled him with rage.

But the situation was urgent.

Catching a glimpse of the unconscious Ye Chuxue on the floor behind him, he secretly made his decision.

’My only choice now is to risk injuring my true Divine Soul to force the inheritance into the girl in white and teleport her to safety.’

The moment he had the thought, Mu Zixu sprang into action.

He had to race against the clock for even a sliver of a chance.

However, Song Wanning had seen through his plan all along. She suddenly began to laugh.

Her smile was more radiant than a thousand blooming flowers.

She simply stared at Mu Zixu, and a wave of unprecedented fear washed over him.

"You—"

His eyes widened in terror. The next second, Song Wanning swung her sword.

She struck straight toward the neatly arranged spirit tablets.

Her powerful Sword Dao Realm manifested countless sword phantoms, which swarmed forward, seething with killing intent.

"No—"

Mu Zixu screamed, flying desperately toward the tablets.

Long ago, they had encountered a spatial storm. Most of the disciples were swept away. The Sect’s elders and ancestors had given their lives to protect them, but in the end, their bodies and souls were obliterated, leaving nothing behind.

These spirit tablets were the only tribute he could offer them!

BOOM—

A massive explosion erupted. Countless shockwaves blasted outward, activating the restrictive seals around the spirit tablets and causing them to ripple violently.

The corners of Song Wanning’s mouth lifted. With a sinister glint in her eyes, she unleashed several more sword strikes.

Mu Zixu could no longer be bothered with the inheritance. He desperately threw his power into maintaining the seals.

His eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh.

"How dare you..."

Hearing this, Song Wanning turned to look at him, tilting her head just as she had before.

"Then let me show you just what I dare to do."

She gave Mu Zixu a playful wink and swung her sword again without a shred of mercy.

In that instant, boundless killing intent flooded the entire Inheritance Hall, locking all space in place.

From the depths of her soul, endless malice was stirred.

Part demon, part Dao.

All her.

A single strike.

The seals shattered.

Mu Zixu’s form shattered violently, leaving only his furious howls to pierce the heavens.

"Madwoman! Madwoman!"

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

"Kill you..."

As his voice echoed, the only reply was a derisive snort from Song Wanning.

The sword fell. The wind ceased.

The countless spirit tablets had all been reduced to dust, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

She slowly raised her head toward the sky, a profound smile on her face.

"I’ve said it all along. The Medicine King Sect is destined for ruin..."

"Such an inauspicious name."

*

PFFT—

The moment Mu Zixu’s Divine Soul returned to his body, he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. It spattered across the stone table before him like scattered plum blossoms.

"Zixu!"

Wang Yang’s heart tightened. He rushed forward to support Mu Zixu, only to be shoved aside.

Blood streamed from the corners of Mu Zixu’s mouth. His eyes were savage, and his aura fluctuated erratically.

Song Wanning’s taunts echoed from the Water Mirror, causing his blood to boil once more. He spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Bitch! Bitch!"

His hands braced against the stone table, fingertips digging into the edge so hard the veins on them looked ready to burst.

As he stared at the shattered spirit tablets, his eyes grew bloodshot with unbearable anguish.

Because of that bitch, the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance was severed, and even the spirit tablets of the fallen disciples were destroyed!

Even if they could be remade now, it would never be the same!

He hated Song Wanning with every fiber of his being!

"Zixu, calm down!"

Wang Yang grabbed his arm, his own brow furrowed in utter helplessness.

"Calm down? She destroyed my Medicine King Sect’s spirit tablets! How can you tell me to calm down?"

Mu Zixu roared, turning his anger on Wang Yang.

"Are you still trying to speak for her even now? Whose friend are you, anyway?"

"You—"

Being yelled at like that, a spark of anger ignited in Wang Yang as well.

"If you had just sent her away in the first place, would any of this have happened?"

"You were clearly the one who struck first!"

Everyone saw it clearly. Mu Zixu had shot himself in the foot.

Even as a friend, Wang Yang couldn’t bring himself to applaud Mu Zixu’s actions today.

"You—"

Mu Zixu staggered, so enraged by Wang Yang’s words that he felt a knot of air stuck in his chest, leaving him breathless.

"Look how arrogant she is! If you were in my shoes, could you stand it?"

"Someone like her should be ground into dust, her soul annihilated for all eternity!"

The words had barely left his lips when a suffocating killing intent suddenly erupted, pressing down on Mu Zixu.

The rest of his tirade caught in his throat. Mu Zixu stared in astonishment at the Mo Yang Immortal Monarch.

"Immortal Monarch, you—"

A chill ran down his spine.

The Mo Yang Immortal Monarch shot them an indifferent glance.

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down on Mu Zixu’s head.