Mu Zixu’s eyes filled with terror as he suddenly realized he couldn’t move at all.

’This... This is...’

’Spatial confinement?’

’What does Mo Yang Immortal Monarch want to do to me?’

Beside him, Wang Yang’s pupils contracted violently. He instinctively wanted to save his friend, but after struggling several times, he found that only his eyeballs could move.

The two of them were terrified, but powerless to stop it. They could only watch as the large palm descended and landed on Mu Zixu’s head.

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch’s expression was cold. A mysterious pattern appeared beneath his palm, extending from its center all the way into Mu Zixu’s Sea of Consciousness.

There, he built a bridge, reconnecting to the Inheritance Hall.

As for the controlled Mu Zixu, his eyes were wide and vacant, like a string puppet.

*

Inside the Inheritance Hall, Song Wanning completely pulverized the spirit tablet fragments, then incinerated them with her Dan Fire.

From then on, there were no more spirit tablets in the Inheritance Hall. All that remained was the bare floor and the unconscious Ye Chuxue lying upon it.

The force of the earlier explosion hadn’t spared her. Her face and body were covered in blood, and her clothes were tattered, making her look even more pitiful.

Song Wanning slowly walked over to her, a cold glint in her eyes. She had originally planned to keep Ye Chuxue as a Treasure Hunting Mouse, but what just happened had made her change her mind.

’Even though I performed so brilliantly, these inherited treasures still came for Ye Chuxue!’

’If I can’t benefit, then I’ll just kill her.’

’It’s clean, simple, and gets her out of my sight!’

She looked down at Ye Chuxue.

In her past life, Ye Chuxue had repeatedly stood on her moral high ground, accusing her of being spoiled, willful, and treating human lives as worthless.

She had even tried to drive a wedge between her and Gu Qingyuan many times, saying that she was unworthy of him, that she had too much blood on her hands.

She even ridiculously promoted the concept of "all men are equal," earning the adoration of a large group of low-level cultivators.

A sarcastic smile touched Song Wanning’s lips.

’In the Cultivation World, strength reigns supreme. Morality and worldly dogmas are nothing but illusions in the face of absolute power.’

’Besides, I cultivated relentlessly and survived countless near-death experiences to reach the rank of Nascent Soul True Monarch. On what grounds should I be "equal" to those people?’

’Instead of blaming everyone but themselves, those people should just give up. Either strive to catch up, or lie down and accept their lot!’

’And if Ye Chuxue is so selfless, why doesn’t she share all the treasures she’s obtained?’

’What’s the point of chirping those fake slogans all day?’

’How ridiculous!’

’But the people in the Sect bought it completely, placing Ye Chuxue on a pedestal.’

’I just spoke a few truths and became some great villain. It’s quite ironic, really.’

’Now, it’s time to solve the problem.’

’After I kill Ye Chuxue, I’ll go deal with Gu Qingyuan and those three disciples.’

’Not a single one of the masterminds who harmed the Song Family in my past life will be spared!’

A wave of her hand, and her sword rose!

The sword light split in two, shooting straight for Ye Chuxue’s neck and heart.

She didn’t want to leave her even a sliver of a chance to live.

But in the next instant, a flash of sword light extinguished Song Wanning’s killing blow.

It didn’t cause the slightest ripple.

Song Wanning’s expression turned grave, and she immediately retreated.

Then, she saw a blurry black figure.

She couldn’t make out its exact appearance.

But its aura was immense, its posture as straight as a pine, and it radiated an oppressive presence.

Judging by the constant trembling of the sword at its waist, it had to be a Sword Cultivator as well.

Song Wanning’s face fell, and a mad torrent of Evil Qi swirled around her.

’As expected of a Heavenly Dao’s Favored. Even now, someone has stepped in to save Ye Chuxue!’

’The heavens really do dote on her!!!’

’But I’ll kill any god or buddha who gets in my way!’

’I refuse to let the Heavenly Dao have its way!’

Thrusting her Longsword forward, Song Wanning charged straight at the figure.

Endless killing intent surged toward him like a primordial beast. Mo Yang Immortal Monarch’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smirk as he raised a hand and effortlessly suppressed it.

Then, with a flash of light, Song Wanning suddenly found herself in a strange place.

The surroundings were desolate, with nothing but layers of sand dancing in the fierce wind.

Ahead, a figure descended from the sky like a deity.

He slashed down with his sword.

The heavens shattered.

The dense killing intent seemed poised to destroy everything in the world.

Yellow sand filled the sky, along with shattered stones and clumps of earth.

The firmament tore apart, and the stars exploded.

As space twisted and flickered, the silhouettes of figures from Otherworlds seemed to emerge halfway from spatial tunnels.

Song Wanning became a single grain of sand, tossed up and down by the impact.

She felt like a rootless wanderer, drifting without end.

In a daze, she forgot where she had come from and where she was going. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

All that remained in her mind was that world-shattering sword strike.

...

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the familiar scene, yet Song Wanning felt as if a lifetime had passed.

She didn’t know how long she had been wandering or what she had experienced. She only felt how insignificant she was, truly just a drop in the ocean.

Deep within her Sea of Consciousness, an untitled book floated quietly, glinting with killing intent.

Song Wanning came to her senses and finally understood that the person before her had bestowed an inheritance upon her.

Shock, confusion, suspicion.

She still hadn’t let down her guard.

’Who knows what his true intentions are?’

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch raised an eyebrow. Looking at the young woman before him, he finally understood why his Sword Spirit had said she was one of his kind.

Her stunningly beautiful face was a complete contradiction to the killing intent and viciousness she exuded.

’Towards her enemies, she is utterly ruthless.’

’Towards her seniors, she is brazenly arrogant.’

’Towards herself, she is brutally harsh.’

’The path of killing is a perfect fit for her.’

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch was not at all displeased by Song Wanning’s offense. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with admiration.

The two of them stared at each other, creating an atmosphere that was both strange and harmonious.

In the end, it was Song Wanning who broke the silence. "Are you with that guy from the Medicine King Sect?" she asked.

’Is he here to avenge that person from the Medicine King Sect?’

’Or to protect Ye Chuxue?’

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch’s expression was indifferent. His cold voice rang out, "He and I were merely from the same sect. We are not close."

"Not close? Then you must be here for her?"

Song Wanning’s eyes narrowed as she pointed to Ye Chuxue on the ground.

She began to calculate her chances of victory if she went all out.

Without even glancing at Ye Chuxue, Mo Yang Immortal Monarch said, "No."

"No?"

"Then why are you here?"

Song Wanning’s lips curled slightly. She didn’t believe him for a second!

The Heavenly Dao was biased, so now she suspected everyone with equal malice—especially this mysterious person who had appeared out of nowhere.

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch gave her a deep look.

"For you."

"Me?"

Song Wanning laughed.

’Someone like me, abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, and someone has come for me?’

"You need not be suspicious. I am from the Immortal Realm and am not controlled by the Heavenly Dao of this world."

Mo Yang Immortal Monarch explained the whole story. He couldn’t let a potential disciple slip through his fingers!

Especially since this young woman was so naturally suspicious.

When he finished, he looked at Song Wanning with a burning gaze. "I cultivate the Ruthless Way of Killing. The inheritance in your Sea of Consciousness is of my own creation!"

"Now, are you willing to enter my tutelage and cultivate the Ruthless Way of Killing?"

’The Ruthless Way of Killing?’

The corner of Song Wanning’s mouth lifted.

"I refuse!"