Chapter 1259: Chapter 1259: Magnificent Is the Northern Sea!

Time rewinds to a few days ago.

It was said that one day, Ning Fan arrived at Xuanxiao Palace to cultivate in seclusion. A few days later, Ji Fuyao, following closely behind, completed her task of collecting Duowen Fragments along the way and also arrived at Xuanxiao Palace. However, because she was a step too late, she missed the opportunity to hand the fragments to Ning Fan.

With no other choice, Ji Fuyao had to request an audience with the master of Xuanxiao Palace—the Ancestor Luoluo, and respectfully inquired.

Ji Fuyao: "Greetings, Senior Luoluo. I have something to ask, may I trouble you to enlighten me?"

Luoluo: "Hehe, whatever it is, just ask directly. You know Lord Ning, there’s no need for too much formality with me."

Ji Fuyao: "May I ask, Senior Luoluo, did Senior Ning mention how long he will be in seclusion this time?"

Luoluo: "He didn’t say."

Ji Fuyao: "Then... in your opinion, how long will Senior Ning be in seclusion?"

Luoluo: "This... Lord Ning went into seclusion this time to refine and absorb the food he consumed along the way. Given the amount he ate, a normal person would need at least a thousand years in seclusion, but with Lord Ning’s abilities, perhaps he will emerge in less than a hundred years."

Ji Fuyao: "Ah? What should I do! Do I really have to wait a hundred years to see Senior Ning again?"

Luoluo: "From what you said, it seems you are eager to see Lord Ning?"

Ji Fuyao: "It’s not exactly an urgent matter..."

Luoluo: "Hehe, you need not hide this from me. I am still a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint and have the Wuxx Mountain Ancient Mirror in my possession, I have already discerned your matters with Lord Ning. You are intent on helping Lord Ning to collect the Duowen Fragments, and now that you have gathered quite a lot, naturally you wish to present them to him as soon as possible, that’s one; you came to the North Pole Palace to find the Soul Transforming Leaf, Saint Extermination Grass, and Dao-Sealing Spirit Spring, didn’t you? Lord Ning promised to help you find these three items, but now there’s still the Dao-Sealing Spirit Spring from the Star Era Palace that he hasn’t gotten for you yet, and you are eager to use it, thus hoping that he’d come out of seclusion soon, that’s two."

Ji Fuyao: "Ah, senior is truly insightful, nothing can be hidden from you."

Luoluo: "Hehe, there’s no need to be anxious. Early on in his seclusion, Lord Ning entrusted me to go to the Star Era Palace to obtain the Dao-Sealing Spirit Spring for you. I have already acquired it; you can take it directly. As for the fragments you wish to give to him, hand them over to me, and I will pass them to him when he emerges from seclusion."

Ji Fuyao: "Ah? Senior Ning was eager to enter seclusion, yet before he did, he still remembered the promise he made to me..."

In this way, Ji Fuyao, filled with gratitude, obtained the third item she was seeking.

By this time, it had been quite some days since she entered the Ziwei North Pole Palace. When she sent out a transmission to the myriad clans, surely many alchemists have been invited and are waiting for her return to together refine and eliminate the Northern Sea True Lord.

Thinking of this, Ji Fuyao felt it was unsuitable to linger any longer and it was time to leave this place.

There was only one regret, she wished to see Ning Fan again to thank him for his kindness, but there was no chance now.

Luoluo: "Senior Ning instructed before he went into seclusion, knowing that you are eager to return to the Fengnu Clan, he asked me to tell you not to wait for him to come out of seclusion but to attend to your urgent matters."

"Understood, in that case, I will take my leave now..."

Ji Fuyao stood outside the ancient parasol tree where Ning Fan was in seclusion, suddenly knelt down, kowtowed nine times towards the direction of the cave entrance, and after gazing at the entrance for a long while, she cast a spell and left the North Pole Palace.

Unable to express her thanks in person, she didn’t utter another word of thanks upon leaving.

But this kindness was deeply engraved in her heart, never to be forgotten, and she awaited the day when she could repay it with her life.

...

Northern Boundary River, Fengnu Clan, outside the Ziwei North Pole Palace.

Amidst the sea, a sudden flash of purple light condensed into a figure emerging from within.

It was Ji Fuyao.

The waiting members of the Fengnu Clan rejoiced at their clan leader’s safe return.

But upon seeing Ji Fuyao, they noticed that she had lost her physical body, leaving only her demon soul, which roused anger and outrage.

"How hateful! The demon of North Pole Palace dared to harm the Queen in such a way!" The members of the Fengnu Clan were all filled with righteous indignation, for Ji Fuyao was deeply respected within the clan, and this event was hard for everyone to accept calmly.

"It’s merely losing a physical body, I can restore it in the future, no need to make a big deal." Ji Fuyao coldly remarked.

When facing Ning Fan, Ji Fuyao revealed herself as an ordinary woman because that side was her true self. However, before the clan members, she had to maintain the dignity of a clan leader, suppress her true nature, and forfeit simple pleasures.

Otherwise, she would not be able to protect her people.

Nor be able to safeguard the home her mother and father left her...

"May I ask, did Her Majesty achieve her aims on this journey?" a nervous elder of the clan asked.

"Yes, I obtained all three herbs."

"Your Majesty worked hard!"

"Hard work? Heh, what hard work did I do, all three herbs were fetched by a kindly senior for me. If not for him, I wouldn’t even have saved my life in the North Pole Palace, let alone obtained the herbs."

"Ah? A kindly senior helped Her Majesty! Such a great favor, our clan will surely remember it forever!" the clan members said.

"Yes, this gratitude should be remembered. By the way, while I’ve been away, how many alchemists have arrived by invitation?" Ji Fuyao asked.

"No fewer than two hundred! All are Eighth Revolution Pill Refinement Masters, among them, twelve are Ninth Revolution Pill Refinement Masters..." a clan member reported.

"The number is indeed significant..."

After asking about some details, Ji Fuyao began to feel weary.

During her days in the North Pole Palace, she was continually in danger, wounded, and busy collecting Duowen Fragments, rarely resting. Now, as her heart relaxed, fatigue surged over her like a tide.

This obvious weariness did not escape the eyes of the ministers, so they advised.

"Since Your Majesty has returned, why not take some rest? We shall notify the alchemists that we will open the cauldron in seven days to refine and kill the North Sea Old Thief!"

"Seven days is too long, inform everyone that we will open the cauldron tomorrow! That North Sea Old Thief is no ordinary foe, the longer he remains, the more dangerous it becomes!" Ji Fuyao commanded.

"Tomorrow? But... for the refining and slaying of the North Sea Old Thief, Your Majesty will also need to participate, it’s more prudent to rest a few days and gather your strength..."

"No matter, I’m not tired. Someone, fetch a righteous corpse for me to serve as my temporary body. Tomorrow is the great ceremony, and I cannot appear in the wretched form of a demon soul."

"As you command!"

The term "great ceremony" resonated deeply with every member of the Fengnu Clan.

Tomorrow’s plan to execute the North Sea True Lord is not merely a punishment, but a celebration solely for the Fengnu Clan!

...

That night, the night was as cold as the sea.

Ji Fuyao, clad in the righteous corpse, stood by the window, gazing at the nighttime scenery of her clan’s land, as memories quietly flowed through her mind.

She missed her father and mother dearly, with an aching heart, but her father and mother would never return...

The only comfort she had was that tomorrow, the evil North Sea True Lord would be executed, and she would finally be able to console her parents’ spirits in heaven.

Ssss.

A sharp pain interrupted Ji Fuyao’s reminiscing.

She was currently wearing the unique righteous corpse of the Northern Boundary River, which served temporarily as a physical body, allowing the wearer to appear indistinguishable from having a fleshly form.

Yet it could not truly replace a physical body.

Because the righteous corpse is not a true physical body, forcibly binding a demon soul to the righteous corpse is incompatible. Whenever mana flows, she experiences intense pain.

"This righteous corpse is indeed not a long-term solution; once this matter is resolved, I must forge a new body..."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Suddenly, a series of cracking sounds came from outside the window.

Ji Fuyao’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and she looked towards the sound, seeing a middle-aged man tear open the space and step out.

It was a white-haired man surrounded by a nine-colored glow of good fortune, yet the moment he arrived, he quietly withdrew the Fortune Light.

His face was filled with weariness but remained icy cold without any emotion. His white hair seemed alive, moving with the wind; his gaze appeared to contain an entire starry sky, dazzling and impossible to behold.

Standing there, the entire Fengnu Clan seemed to have changed masters in an instant, even the Heavenly Dao here seemed to bow to his command!

Although his arrival was not subtle, if he wished, none but Ji Fuyao would be able to sense his presence!

"It’s you again! Three Terraces Star Lord Lie Yukou!" Ji Fuyao’s expression turned ugly upon seeing him, her beautiful eyes concealing a deep dislike, clearly recognizing him.

The arrival was no ordinary person!

This was an Ancient Great Cultivator belonging to the Northern Boundary River Foreign Clans, holding a superior position within them, the head of the Three Terraces Star Lords elected by the myriad clans, possessing authority to oversee them!

Facing such a figure, Ji Fuyao harbored not the slightest bit of reverence in her heart.

This very person! He received the news of the North Sea True Lord attacking the Fengnu Clan back then yet chose to ignore it. What nonsense is this about being the head of the Three Terraces Star Lords, just an idle seat-holder deserving no respect!

The white-haired Great Cultivator named Lie Yukou seemed not to hear the youth addressing him bluntly by name and showed no sign of anger.

His gaze remained calm, devoid of any visible emotions, calm enough to appear indifferent to all lives.

One does not anger at an ant’s disrespect simply because one cannot hear the ant’s words of irreverence; Lie Yukou’s presence imparted this very feeling.

"Again, that attitude... This person cares nothing for worldly matters, why choose him to oversee the myriad clans..." Ji Fuyao felt a profound sense of helplessness and dismay.

Suddenly, Lie Yukou spoke.

"Immediately cease the great ceremony; this is the order from the myriad clans."

"What!" Ji Fuyao’s beautiful eyes opened wide in anger, unable to understand why Lie Yukou, who typically ignored worldly affairs, would say such words.

"Not only that, you must release the North Sea True Lord, and refrain from executing him," Lie Yukou continued.

"On what grounds! Senior, you too are of Ziwei Immortal Cultivation, knowing well of my blood feud with the North Sea Old Thief, how can you speak of releasing him!" Ji Fuyao protested.

"The reasons behind this are beyond your qualification to know. But if you wish to follow in your father and mother’s footsteps, feel free to defy this order."

Lie Yukou replied indifferently.

He was here to convey orders, not to explain them. With the mandate delivered, his form blurred and he gracefully departed, leaving Ji Fuyao, as if struck by lightning.

She knew that Lie Yukou’s order was absolute, simply because Lie Yukou represented the will of the myriad clans of the Boundary River.

The myriad clans ordered her to release the North Sea True Lord, and if she defied, she would be making enemies of the myriad clans.

But why!

The North Sea True Lord is clearly a Beitian Cultivator, an enemy to the myriad clans! Why would the myriad clans shield an outsider, an enemy even, that is also of Ziwei Immortal Cultivation!

She could not fathom the reason behind it!

She only felt... unjust!

She sacrificed everything to avenge her parents, yet the allies of the myriad clans did not lend a hand when she sought revenge, instead obstructing her as she neared her goal.

It was simply outrageous!

The next day, dawn.

The Fengnu Clan’s great ceremony proceeded as scheduled.

Ji Fuyao ultimately did not obey the order from the myriad clans; this was her choice, the choice of the entire Fengnu Clan.

Even if this choice went against the will of the myriad clans of the Boundary River, they were determined nonetheless.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Those alchemists who had accepted the invitation suddenly quit and are unwilling to help us refine and kill the North Sea Old Thief! The grand ceremony cannot continue..." reported an armored man.

"Damn it, is this also the intention of the Myriad Clans..." Ji Fuyao gritted her silver teeth.

She knew that things wouldn’t be so simple!

Since the Myriad Clans forbade her from killing the Northern Sea True Lord, the alchemists invited by the Myriad Clans naturally wouldn’t help her anymore.

This way, things would go back to square one. There was no way the Fengnu Clan alone could kill the Northern Sea True Lord!

But what is the reason behind all this?

Initially, when Ji Fuyao received the orders from the Myriad Clans, she felt injustice and anger, but she soon calmed down, thinking it over for an entire night, eventually spotting some doubts.

The Myriad Clans did not forbid her from killing the Northern Sea True Lord from the start!

If they did from the very beginning, those alchemists would not have accepted the invitation initially. Yet, these alchemists suddenly quit only now, and Lie Yukou only came to announce the orders from the Myriad Clans the night before the ceremony.

"Did something happen last minute that made the Myriad Clans decide not to kill the North Sea? Judging from Lie Yukou’s attitude, I’m not qualified to know the inside story..."

Ji Fuyao was immersed in heavy thoughts.

Another armored man with a look of joy came to report, "Good news, good news! It turns out not all alchemists have left, many have reconsidered and decided to stay! The ceremony can proceed as planned!"

"That’s great!" Hearing this, Ji Fuyao was of course delighted, but even more so, she felt puzzled.

The orders from the Myriad Clans are absolute, since they do not permit the ceremony to be held, logically speaking, all alchemists should leave.

Yet in reality, some chose to stay.

Staying here would indeed earn the promised rewards from the Fengnu Clan, but it would offend the Myriad Clans, which seems unwise...

"Your Majesty, the ceremony has already begun, should you immediately go and observe it!"

"Naturally, I must go."

Ji Fuyao, riding a luxurious fish carriage, arrived at the venue of the celebration.

The venue was bustling with foreign clan cultivators gathered, engaged in lively discussions.

"Hahaha, what a delight! To think the Fengnu Clan could capture a Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saint. If they can refine kill this Northern Sea Old Thief, it will surely bolster the prestige of our Myriad Clans!"

"Such a public execution is definitely a slap in the face to the Beitian cultivators!"

"Refining kill is wonderful! To refine the convict live into expensive pills, is quite the sight! I can’t wait to see this Northern Sea True Lord suffering!"

Those discussing were mostly low-level masters, unaware that the Myriad Clans had changed their mind, preventing them from killing the Northern Sea True Lord.

"I didn’t expect the Northern Sea True Lord to end up here... This person was probably caught by the Fengnu Clan due to being swept by spatial turbulence during that one battle."

"That battle? What do you mean?"

"Daoist, aren’t you aware? Recently, in the Lost World Palace of Northern Heaven, a shocking battle broke out! Many Quasi-Saints besieged the palace headed by this Northern Sea True Lord. The Northern Sea True Lord had great momentum, even not caring for the palace, but unexpectedly, an Ancient Great Cultivator named Zhao Jian appeared out of nowhere, single-handedly killed many Quasi-Saints and Ancient Emperors including the Northern Sea. And later, a spatial turbulence swept Zhao Jian away to unknown whereabouts..."

"You’re saying the Northern Sea True Lord escaped from Zhao Jian’s hands through the spatial turbulence?"

"Indeed, though he escaped the initial threat, he couldn’t escape the subsequent ordeal, and in the end, got trapped by the Fengnu Clan again. Who knows, what the Myriad Clans truly mean, why did they suddenly change..."

These debaters were well-informed, not only aware of Ning Fan’s battle with the Northern Sea True Lord but also about the Myriad Clans’ sudden orders.

Some elder monsters with the rank of Immortal Emperor discussed in hushed tones.

"Hmph! That Fuyao girl doesn’t consider the bigger picture! The Myriad Clans have already ordered, yet she dares disobey and insists on the execution of the Northern Sea True Lord!"

"The bigger picture? Heh, you and I know, with Lord Lie Yukou’s demeanor, there’s no way he’d disclose the truths to Fuyao girl, sometimes knowing too much isn’t beneficial. Though he is cold and stern, he doesn’t drag innocents into messes, perhaps Fuyao isn’t aware of how important the Northern Sea True Lord is to the Myriad Clans."

"True, this matter is crucial, Fuyao likely doesn’t know the inside scoop. But now that she insists on proceeding, shouldn’t we intervene?"

"The order has been passed to her, if she doesn’t comply, someone will make her pay the price, but it has nothing to do with us Myriad Clans. What happens next, even if we witness it, we don’t intervene. It’s her own choice, she must face the consequences."

"Hiss! From your words, are the Demon Lords from Demon-Sealing Peak really going to act today..."

"Indeed, the Demon Lord from Demon-Sealing Peak won’t let the Northern Sea perish, will surely send people to rescue him. After today, the Fengnu Clan might cease to exist..."

"A pity, my Dao companion just died, I planned to choose Fuyao as my new companion, seems there’s no chance now..."

Ji Fuyao was unaware of the elder monsters’ discussions about her.

Her gaze was solely fixed on the Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron at the center of the venue.

The cauldron was about a hundred meters tall, condensed by the Punishment Power of the Heavenly Abyss prison, meant for the execution.

At this moment, the Spirit of the Northern Sea True Lord was locked inside this cauldron, meditating, healing his wounds, surrounded by the blue Rain Dao Trail, exuding Immortal vigor.

His expression was calm, showing no sign of impending execution.

His fingers occasionally calculating, calculating the day of Ji Fuyao’s demise.

Below the cauldron stood fifty to sixty alchemists—originally there were two hundred, but due to the mass exodus, only these were left.

These alchemists appeared like ordinary foreign clan cultivators, showing no difference. But if there were a master of evil cultivators here, they’d surely see that magic seeds had been planted in the divine sense within each alchemist’s mind, controlled by a powerful demoness.

No wonder they didn’t leave!

They were completely driven by forces beyond their control!

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived, should we begin the cauldron?" an armored man asked respectfully.

"Not now, I have a secret order for you. Execute it immediately, once completed, I shall start the cauldron." With that, Ji Fuyao sent a secret transmission, issuing her command to the armored man.

Upon hearing the content of the command, the armored man’s expression changed drastically, for a good reason.

This order unexpectedly demands him to urgently gather the young clan members and flee this place, never to return.

It turns out that Ji Fuyao noticed various anomalies and foresaw a catastrophic disaster befalling the Fengnu Clan today.

No eggs remain unbroken in a toppled nest; hence, Ji Fuyao issued an emergency order for the younger generation to escape. In case of an unforeseen catastrophe, at least a lineage would remain for the Fengnu Clan.

"Why is the king issuing such an order? Could it be that a great disaster is looming over our clan?" The armored men turned pale with fear.

"Mo Wen, execute the order swiftly." Ji Fuyao sighed.

Time passed gradually.

Ji Fuyao calculated the time, contemplating that the younger generation should already have evacuated the place, and then she ordered the furnace to be ignited.

Inside the cold Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron, fierce flames suddenly sprang forth. These flames were not ordinary; initially, they were just the power of Samadhi True Fire, but they quickly grew to Sixfold, Ninefold, Twelvefold Darkness!

The Twelve Metaplasia True Fire is the ultimate form of Acquired True Fire. Being burned by such True Fire would make even an Immortal Emperor struggle to remain composed, yet Beihai True Lord, within the sea of fire, showed not a hint of discomfort.

A starved camel is still larger than a horse!

He is a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, the holder of the Rain Master Title! His Taoist practices naturally restrain fire! To refine him to death? Acquired True Fire isn’t enough! Even Innate True Fire requires a certain level to inflict damage on him!

"Hehe, little one, your furnace fire isn’t hot enough yet!" A disdainful laugh came from Beihai True Lord, resonating outside the cauldron, echoing between heaven and earth, ringing in the ears of every cultivator present like a thunderclap, like heaven collapsing!

This is the pressure of a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint!

Under such pressure, countless foreign clan cultivators were so shaken that they couldn’t stand steadily. Even Ji Fuyao, a celestial king, was dizzy, feeling great fear.

This is the power of a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint!

Even while gravely injured and trapped inside the prison cauldron, even across thousands of mountains and rivers, just a thought, a trace of pressure, can make all beings submit!

"Don’t be cocky! Since you find the furnace fire insufficiently hot, I shall make it burn even hotter!" Ji Fuyao forcibly suppressed the feeling of intimidation, gritting her teeth as she stepped towards the Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron.

Upon reaching the cauldron, she suddenly raised her hand and summoned a treasure, enveloping the entire venue in endless purple light.

That treasure turned out to be the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate, the supreme treasure passed down through the Fengnu Clan for generations!

"So this is the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate! Is it true that the Fengnu Clan possesses such an item?" In secret, countless old monsters showed expressions of shock, followed by covetousness.

Some old monsters already knew about this and weren’t surprised, but their gaze towards the treasure was equally fervent.

This is the supreme treasure of the Fengnu Clan, passed down through generations of Fengnu emperors, never shown to the world. But this time, perhaps sensing impending doom, Ji Fuyao decided to display it publicly instead of continuing to hide it.

Firstly, to refine and kill Beihai True Lord.

Secondly, to warn the myriad clans that although the Fengnu Clan has declined, it remains the gatekeeper appointed by the Purple Rose Celestial Emperor, and is not to be bullied by outsiders!

The previously composed Beihai True Lord finally changed his expression, turning solemn upon seeing the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate.

Sure enough!

With Ji Fuyao’s summoning of the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate, the furnace fire, equivalent only to Acquired power, suddenly surged!

It rose all the way to Innate Inferior Grade power!

The furnace fire of such power, if it merely hit Beihai True Lord once, might not be fearsome. As Beihai True Lord’s cultivation belongs to Water Discipline, even Innate flames against him need to reduce a large part of the power, having little effect.

But if he remained long in Innate furnace fire, given Beihai True Lord’s injured state, he would still suffer.

"Good, very good! You dare suppress me with the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate, very good!" Beihai True Lord’s tone finally turned ominous.

As the furnace fire surged ever hotter, he finally grunted several times, evidently suffering some injuries from the fire.

But if relying solely on this furnace fire, to kill him, a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint is still wishful thinking!

"But what if these three additional things were added?"

Ji Fuyao deeply inhaled, summoned three more items Ning Fan found for her: Saint Extermination Grass, Soul Transforming Leaf, Dao-Sealing Spirit Spring!

Upon adding the Saint Extermination Grass to the fire, Beihai True Lord’s Quasi-Saint aura continuously dropped, suppressed by this item!

Upon adding the Soul Transforming Leaf to the fire, Beihai True Lord felt enormous pain deep in his spirit, seemingly about to be refined alive!

Upon adding the Dao-Sealing Spirit Spring to the fire, Beihai True Lord experienced suppression of all his Taoist thoughts, reducing his rain intent from its full power to a fraction. Consequently, how could he withstand the raging furnace fire, instantly letting out endless screams?

This is the scream of a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint!

It made everyone’s skin crawl!

An Immortal Emperor is already the pinnacle of the Era of Decline, while a Quasi-Saint is even more profound and enigmatic than an Immortal Emperor, ordinary people might never see one in their lifetime, let alone hear such a shrill cry from a Quasi-Saint.

The Fengnu Clan is truly insane! They dare to publicly punish a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint, intent on refining him into pills!

Only now did some feel the reality of the situation, realizing just how rebellious and crazy the Fengnu Clan’s actions are!

"Judging by this situation, if no external force intervenes, it could truly seem that the Fengnu Clan will manage to kill Beihai True Lord through refining!" The old monsters hidden in dark corners were all moved. Witnessing the punishment of an enemy Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint firsthand truly excited them! Regrettably, external forces will surely intervene. Beihai True Lord is too important; he must not die here.

"Masters, it appears Beihai Old Thief can no longer withstand the furnace fire; you may begin the sacrificial refining of this scoundrel!" With all preparations complete, Ji Fuyao gracefully saluted the surrounding Alchemists politely.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, with us here, we shall surely refine Beihai True Lord into pills, presenting them to the lord!" All Alchemists vouched confidently.

Each Alchemist released their Medicine Soul power, controlling the furnace with Medicine Soul, refining Beihai True Lord with the furnace fire.

At a glance, it seemed they were indeed refining and killing Beihai True Lord.

But only Beihai True Lord, within the furnace fire, knew that at this moment, he wasn’t being refined; rather, someone was healing him!

"This feeling of healing with Medicine Soul, could it be..." Beihai True Lord perceived something, instantly elated.

He knew well that it was his friends from Three Mountains and Five Peaks who had come to save him!

This friend really has a peculiar taste, not directly appearing to disrupt the execution scene and save him.

Instead, this friend used the execution to heal him, treat the injuries to his Spirit, and reshape his physical defense!

Such a style of action, is unmistakable!

It is absolutely the old monster from Demon-Sealing Peak who is rescuing him!

"Haha, I mentioned that my friends from Demon-Sealing Peak have a deep relationship with me and would not sit idly by."

Knowing his safety is assured, the Northern Sea True Lord once again becomes calm and composed, quietly healing within the furnace fire.

Outside, the Alchemist allies maintain the appearance of desperately trying to kill the Northern Sea True Lord, continuously pouring rare herbs into the furnace fire, all sourced from the Fengnu Clan treasure house.

The endless medicinal power disintegrates in the furnace fire.

Dozens of Pill Masters’ Medicine Souls are guided by an obscure purple Medicine Soul hidden in the furnace fire, directing the medicinal power to envelop the dying Spirit of the Northern Sea True Lord.

A day passes, and most of his Spirit injuries have healed!

Three days pass, and his Spirit injuries are completely healed!

Five days pass, and his physical defense starts to regrow!

Seven days pass, and his physical defense reshaping is complete!

Apart from the Alchemy Demon secretly controlling everything, no one knows that at this moment, not only has the Northern Sea True Lord not been killed, but his injuries have healed, and his aura has returned to its peak!

In just seven days, his physical defense was reshaped, which made the Northern Sea True Lord click his tongue in admiration, thinking that this Alchemy friend’s Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor soul nurturing technique has improved quite a bit, almost rivaling Daoist Chang Sang’s Three Mulberry Ancient Tree.

Sigh, unconsciously thinking about Daoist Chang Sang again.

The Northern Sea True Lord suddenly feels a sharp pain.

Oh, the murderous pain!

Many of his friends fell victim to Ning Fan’s hands. He truly wants to punish Ning Fan severely, to honor his friends’ spirits!

No, he must not act hastily! That thief’s methods are strong; previously, even when he called upon friends, Ning Fan could not be killed. This time, he must plan long term and make extensive preparations to be confident in eliminating this scourge!

"Haha, Brother Daoist, your killing intent is exposed, is there someone you wish to kill?" came a voice from within the furnace fire, inaudible to others, only heard by the Northern Sea True Lord.

It was sent by the Alchemy Demon secretly healing him.

"Yes, there’s a despicable thief, extremely hateful, who killed all my brother Taoists. I wish I could grind his bones to dust! Unfortunately, this guy’s methods are strong. I, alone, am no match for him; revenge may be a long way off," the Northern Sea True Lord gritted his teeth and said.

"Haha, one’s strength is insufficient, why not gather the strength of the crowd! When the day comes for Brother Daoist’s revenge, feel free to call on me! I want to see what kind of three heads six arms this guy has and how he dares to oppose my brother!" the Alchemy Demon said boldly.

"That... because of this matter, I have already involved many friends, how dare I let my virtuous brother get involved!"

"Why is Brother Daoist being so courteous! We are as close as life and death companions. Brother Daoist’s matters are my matters! It’s fine if I don’t know, but knowing the matter, I can’t sit idly by!"

"How could I repay my virtuous brother for his kindness!" The Northern Sea True Lord said emotionally.

"Hahaha! If Brother Daoist truly wants to repay, a pot of wine would suffice!" The Alchemy Demon still remained bold and cloud-piercing.

"Come to think of it, the brother’s injuries are already healed. Are you planning to continue resting in the furnace fire, allowing me to help regulate your body, or immediately leave to teach the Fengnu Clan a lesson!" the Alchemy Demon asked.

"Haha, after resting for so long, my blood has become somewhat stagnant; it’s time to come out and move around." The Northern Sea True Lord smiled, but his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Mere Fengnu Clan, a bunch of ants, dare to use him for refining, indulging in such extraordinary humiliation. If he bears it, he wouldn’t be the Northern Sea True Lord!

...

"I wonder how the Northern Sea True Lord inside the cauldron is doing, it’s been so many days and seems like there’s no more cries of agony coming from him."

"Could he have been refined to half-dead, unable to make any sound?"

"Haha, if that’s the case, that’s quite an amusing thing!"

In the venue, some spectators were discussing the Northern Sea True Lord inside the Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron, suddenly hearing explosive sounds, their expressions changing dramatically.

Boom boom boom!

The Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron was booming with sounds, as if someone was attacking from inside, trying to shatter it!

With each explosion, massive shock waves spread from within the cauldron, knocking numerous Pill Masters and spectators close by off their feet!

"Impossible! The Northern Sea True Lord is not dead yet! He still has strength to attack the Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron from within!"

"What a powerful shock! Does this person still have such strength, perhaps he truly wants to emerge from the cauldron!"

"This is utterly impossible! The Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron is formed by the punishment power of the celestial prison, imbued with the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate, even a Quasi-Saint would struggle to escape."

"But the Northern Sea True Lord is not an ordinary Quasi-Saint, he is... a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint! A rare being!"

"Danger! The cauldron is cracking!"

"Retreat quickly! This vile being truly wants to come out!"

"Bad!"

Boom——

With an ear-piercing sound, the Heavenly Abyssal Cauldron finally shattered!

An elder with an immortal and Taoist aura, surrounded by the brilliance of rain, emerged, immediately unleashing a bloodbath!

Under the spreading Rain Intent of the Northern Sea True Lord, countless spectators who had previously mocked him were transformed into pools of blood, unable even to escape with their Demon Souls.

Ji Fuyao’s face turned pale as she witnessed all this, realizing that the Northern Sea True Lord’s injuries had fully healed and his physical defense reshaped during this period without any sacrificial refinement, instead having been healed.

The vicious tiger has been released.

"Why... Why help an enemy, especially one so evil, when we are both heirs of Ziwei and members of the myriad clans..." Ji Fuyao remarked that the myriad clans had intervened in saving the Northern Sea True Lord.

Even if not directly involved, this act must have gained the tacit approval of the myriad clans.

At this moment, Ji Fuyao felt deeply disappointed in the myriad clans of the Boundary River.

This is how the Ziwei Immortal Cultivators conduct themselves? If so, then she will no longer identify with the Ziwei Immortal Cultivation...

From today onwards, she renounces the name of Ziwei.

"I, the Northern Sea True Lord, have come here to exterminate clan affairs. Those who resist me will have their forms and souls vanquished, never to reincarnate!"

The Northern Sea True Lord walked amidst the bloody winds with a merciful smile, yet the words he spoke were icy cold.

His murderous intent in an instant locked onto every person of the Fengnu Clan.

Clearly, he planned to spare no one here.

"Oh? It seems many of the Fengnu Clan escaped quickly, were they alerted in advance? You little brat, your senses are sharp, knowing today’s crisis and planning to leave a legacy for your clan!" The Northern Sea True Lord squinted at Ji Fuyao.

With just a single glance, Ji Fuyao felt as though all the world’s rain flooded into her eyes.

All she felt was excruciating pain in her eyes, now transformed into blood water, destroyed.

"Rest assured! No one escapes from whom I’m going to kill! Those who left here, I will find and slay each one later! As for you, hehe..."

"Did you not want to refine me?"

"A return for a favor, I won’t give you a quick death either. I’ll refine you into an expensive pill!"

"Hahahaha! Such sweet revenge, truly satisfying!"

The Northern Sea True Lord waved his robes, conjuring endless rainwater to transform into a colossal cauldron, intending to engulf Ji Fuyao and refine her.

This revenge, what a triumph!

Today he would take out his frustrations on the Fengnu Clan, as he suffered greatly at Ning Fan’s hands and had no confidence in avenging against Ning Fan anytime soon. He carried this anger in his heart, and it was right for this occasion to vent!

He would vent fiercely!

He wanted to make the ant-like Ji Fuyao neither able to live nor die!

He wanted...

Just as the Northern Sea True Lord was about to act against Ji Fuyao, suddenly the situation changed abruptly!

The rainwater he controlled all slipped from his grasp, no longer obeying him, unable to engulf Ji Fuyao, and even the colossal cauldron formed by the rainwater shattered in an instant.

He suddenly lifted his head, and then his eyes almost burst!

At this moment, the rainwater between heaven and earth no longer followed his command, but a command from another!

At this moment, a figure arrived riding nine dragons, radiant with golden light like a god appearing!

It was Ning Fan who had heard the Ant Lord’s request and left the North Pole Palace to return to the outside world.

He had made the Ziwei North Pole Palace recognize him as master, allowing him to enter and leave freely, as easily as entering and leaving the Xuan Yin Treasure.

Everyone was shocked by Ning Fan’s sudden appearance!

Moments ago, the place was under Northern Sea True Lord’s rain oppression, and everyone thought his divine might was unparalleled and unbeatable.

In the next moment, a more formidable figure arrived, with rain oppression even stronger, and even the Northern Sea True Lord in his presence appeared as mud before the clouds.

Who is this!

Why is he here!

"He is Zhao Jian, the ancient great cultivator who killed countless saints alone in the Yishi Palace battle!"

Oh!

Countless gasps passed around.

Everyone was frightened by Ning Fan’s fierce reputation.

Understandably, the myriad clans of the Boundary River were precisely stuck in battles with Beitian Cultivators, and such a time, the arrival of Beitian’s great cultivator heralds great calamity today!

None of the foreign tribes present are likely to survive!

"Quick! Notify the Three Terraces Star Lords! It’s a crisis! Truly urgent!" Countless foreign clan cultivators panicked.

Even the Northern Sea True Lord was panicked!

Deep down, he hated Ning Fan, wished he could cut Ning Fan into a thousand pieces.

But previously, despite calling friends, he couldn’t kill Ning Fan, leaving a deep shadow in his mind, harboring a trace of fear for Ning Fan.

Although he had the Alchemy Demon helping, healing his injuries, he still lacked the courage to battle Ning Fan.

Even with Alchemy Demon as an ally nearby for assistance, he had no confidence in defeating Ning Fan.

Not enough! Not enough! He needs more daoists, many more people to subdue this beast!

"Tsk! Didn’t expect you would chase me all the way here and refuse to relent! Like an unyielding ghost! Unfortunately, I have urgent matters today and lack time to entangle with you. Consider this your final warning not to pursue!"

The Northern Sea True Lord spoke with the fiercest tone, saying the weakest words.

Could he not be a coward? Between the lines, he was merely saying he planned to flee and hoped Ning Fan would relent and stop pursuing him?

Smirk!

The Northern Sea True Lord turned into a streak of rain light and fled swiftly, intending to escape as soon as Ning Fan arrived, not daring to linger for even a moment.

This scene made the various foreign clan cultivators sneer in disdain: Wasn’t the Northern Sea True Lord just boasting that he would destroy the Fengnu Clan? And claiming that he would annihilate those who obstruct him forever, preventing reincarnation. Why then did he choose to flee before accomplishing this? It truly brings shame to the Quasi-Saint monsters!

"Did I permit you to leave?"

Ning Fan’s voice was icy and indifferent. With a finger flick, nine rain dragons emerged from beneath him, sealing the entire Fengnu Clan with just an instant. No one could enter or leave.

Naturally, the Northern Sea True Lord couldn’t escape either.

He was both shocked and enraged! Enraged that Ning Fan was so hauntingly relentless; the True Lord had just recovered from his injuries, hadn’t even had time to plan his next wave of vengeance, when this man had already come to hunt him down, relentlessly giving no chance for survival!

Shocked because, the last time he encountered Ning Fan, there were not nine rain dragons! But now, there were!

These were nine rain dragons! A number even he, at his peak, couldn’t cultivate!

Why, why could Ning Fan possess such a thing!

It’s detestable; it must be that this thief stole his rain dragons, consumed them, refined them, and thus cultivated such numbers!

"You wretch, you killed my fellow Daoist, seized my Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella, devoured my rain dragons; I will never share the skies with you! Ah, ah, ah, ah!" The Northern Sea True Lord was so angry he almost lost his mind.

Ning Fan, however, did not even glance at him.

After blocking all of Northern Sea True Lord’s escape routes, Ning Fan didn’t deal with him immediately, instead gracefully landed beside Ji Fuyao.

Upon seeing her eyes destroyed, Ning Fan’s gaze instantly darkened, displeased.

"It was my fault; I shouldn’t have let you go ahead of me. I should have waited until I left seclusion, to refine and kill this beast together."

"No, this matter is indeed my Fengnu Clan’s affair, and has nothing to do with you, Senior, nor involve any destiny." Although Ji Fuyao’s eyes were destroyed, she couldn’t see Ning Fan’s arrival, but she could sense his presence and hear his voice.

At that moment, all the suppressed grievances and injustices burst forth, unable to be held back.

Ning Fan’s presence was like a straw of hope amidst despair, making her grasp it.

But... today’s matter seems to have deep hidden complexities, entangled with the Northern Sea True Lord in numerous ways; she didn’t want Ning Fan to be drawn into this.

"...Therefore, Senior should leave quickly. Today’s matter, do not get involved. If my deduction is correct, not only are the Three Terraces Star Lords involved behind this affair, but also the Demon-Sealing Peak is part of it; I’ve noticed some Alchemists have Demon Seeds within them..."

"Be quiet; let me heal you first. Without your eyes, how can it be? Without them, you won’t be able to witness the revenge with your own eyes."

Ning Fan’s tone was calm, uninterested in whatever secrets Ji Fuyao revealed.

Whatever the Three Terraces Star Lords or Demon-Sealing Peak, he didn’t care about any of them.

His sole interest lay in refining and killing the Northern Sea True Lord.

In this affair, he and Ji Fuyao, and the Fengnu Clan, were on the same side.

If anyone wanted to prevent the killing of the Northern Sea True Lord, not only would the Fengnu Clan be displeased, but he too would be unhappy.

He raised his hand, summoning the Three Mulberry Ancient Tree.

Under the treatment of the Three Mulberry Ancient Tree, Ji Fuyao’s eyes showed signs of restoration.

Ji Fuyao suddenly chuckled.

"Senior, though this body has lost its eyes, it isn’t my physical defense, merely a righteous corpse. If my Demon Soul leaves the body, I can still see the outside world. Please don’t waste mana on treating just a righteous corpse."

While speaking, Ji Fuyao’s palm-sized Demon Soul flew out from the righteous corpse, landing on Ning Fan’s shoulder and sitting down.

But thinking of today’s grave matters, Ji Fuyao’s expression darkened again, advising, "Senior should leave quickly; I know you are not of the True Spirit Races, you are a Beitian Cultivator, at odds with the True Spirit Races; Even if you don’t intervene in this matter, just by appearing here, the Three Terraces Star Lords won’t let you go. You may be an ancient great cultivator, but those are also ancient great cultivators. How can you alone resist several of the same level joining forces against you? Regarding today’s affair, you would best not involve yourself anymore. I’m really, really unwilling to implicate you..."

"You’re quite verbose!" Ning Fan was somewhat annoyed by Ji Fuyao’s lengthy speech.

He flicked his fingers, causing Ji Fuyao’s Demon Soul to fall from his shoulder.

Then he ignored Ji Fuyao and also withdrew the Three Mulberry Ancient Tree.

Meanwhile.

Seeing Ning Fan summoning the Three Mulberry Ancient Tree, Northern Sea True Lord’s eyes turned blood-red, as memories of times with Changsang Daoist vividly replayed.

Everyone has inviolable reverse scales!

Everyone has unabiding memories!

At that instant, inside Northern Sea True Lord, there was no longer a trace of fear towards Ning Fan; he felt his long-cooled blood turning hot, boiling, and filling his chest.

"Ning Fan! The thousand faults lie solely with me, you shouldn’t have killed my Daoist friend, shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have!"

"I can endure your relentless pursuit against me, but this particular hatred, I cannot tolerate!"

"The path of this old man might be humble as grass in your eyes, but even the grass can have fury, can scorch vast lands!"

"You may kill my body, extinguish my path, yet only my heart’s hatred, even if you covered the heavens and overturned the world, you cannot erase it!"

"Rather than bear the guilt of killing a Daoist friend and live wretchedly, I would prefer living splendidly until the last moment, fighting endlessly with you!"

The more the Northern Sea True Lord spoke, the more emotionally expressive he became. His words revealed a kind of desperate and tragic determination, inexplicably moving all the foreign clan cultivators who heard them.

Moreover, some old monsters aware of Northern Sea’s significance emerged from the shadows, witnessing Northern Sea True Lord intending to oppose the infamous ancient great cultivator Zhao Jian with his mere second-grade self, moved deeply. Blood, cold for ages, felt even the slightest warmth.

Magnificent, Northern Sea!

As cultivators, one should defy the heavens, do things against the orders of heaven! Even if the enemy is as powerful as heavenly might, one should not easily concede, not bow!

A mantis, though possesses two arms, dares to stop the chariot!

How can we, with two arms, not dare to battle against the heavens!

Fight, fight, fight!

Countless foreign clan cultivators, originally fearing Ning Fan’s fierce reputation, had their blood ignited at this moment, their battle intent burning fiercely!

So what if it’s an Ancient Great Cultivator!

This place belongs to the myriad clans of the Boundary River; dare to come here, and you must pay the price!

As for the Northern Sea True Lord, it’s impossible for us to let you be killed easily, for this individual carries the hopes of all the descendants of Ziwei!

"Hahaha! Brother Daoist, your words resonate with my heart! Today, I shall join hands with you in battle! Let’s witness together the prowess of the Ancient Great Cultivator Zhao Jian!"

The Alchemy Demon, hidden in the shadows, was moved by the actions of the Northern Sea True Lord and emerged from his hiding.

He intended to fight side by side with the Northern Sea True Lord, but just as he stepped out, a massive shadow loomed overhead.

With a thunderous boom!

Before the Alchemy Demon could show his face, he was already crushed beneath a majestic mountain of Dao, leaving him in utter shock.

"A Saintly Dao Mountain! This is impossible, impossible! You’re no saint, how could..."

With one move, he subdued the Alchemy Demon, who had a First Order Quasi-Saint cultivation!

With another gesture, nine dragons rushed across the heavens and earth, attacking the Northern Sea True Lord from all directions.

With a splatter.

The Northern Sea True Lord barely withstood the impact, managing to block five rain dragons, but the remaining four still struck him, inflicting unbearable pain to his organs, resulting in severe injuries.

So strong! He is even stronger than the last encounter!

"I thought Ji Fuyao was already annoying enough, but I didn’t expect you to be even more loquacious."

"However, your words are somewhat touching. I didn’t expect you to share such deep affection with your Daoist friend, proving yourself to be a person of integrity."

"I previously underestimated you."

"Today, I will give you a swift end to resolve this karmic connection."

"I grant you death."

Poor Northern Sea True Lord had just recovered from his injuries, only to encounter Ning Fan again. Before long, he was heavily injured once more under the Nine Dragons.

After all, though his injuries were healed, his divine skills were not as powerful as before. The rain dragons, which he relied upon, were all devoured by Ning Fan. Without them, the Northern Sea True Lord was like a toothless tiger, severely diminishing his rain technique’s power.

Furthermore, the remaining power of his rain techniques was intensively countered by Ning Fan.

Thus.

The one revered by all as the "Majestic Northern Sea", the Northern Sea True Lord, was once again shattered physically by Ning Fan.

His Spirit captured.

Having captured the Northern Sea True Lord, Ning Fan did not choose to leave the Fengnu Clan, even though he sensed several powerful auras approaching, likely with ill intent.

But so what!

No matter who comes today, nothing can deter his resolve to refine and kill the Northern Sea True Lord!

Northern Sea True Lord: "Why, why do you want to refine and kill me again! Didn’t you say you’d give me a quick death! You lied, you lied!"

Ning Fan: "Rest assured! It won’t be painful. I never lie unless there’s a reason to. As for you, I’m not disdainful enough to deceive. If others refined and killed you, naturally it would be unbearable. But if I do it myself, you would feel only a momentary discomfort, more comfortable than euthanasia."

Northern Sea True Lord: "No! Don’t kill me! I am crucial, with significant ties. If you kill me, the myriad clans of the Boundary River won’t spare you, neither will the Demon-Sealing Peak... nor the secret clans... uh uh..."

Ning Fan silenced the Northern Sea True Lord with divine skills.

Then took out the Refining God Cauldron.

To send off the Northern Sea True Lord with it.

"Ji Fuyao, I have a question for you. You only mentioned wanting to refine the Northern Sea True Lord into expensive pills, but did you specify a type?" Ning Fan asked.

"Any, any kind..." Ji Fuyao still felt dazed, unable to recover for a long time.

In just a short moment, the First Order Quasi-Saint Alchemy Demon was subdued by Ning Fan, and the Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint Northern Sea True Lord was once again thrown into the cauldron.

This... this transformation in circumstances happened too quickly, she couldn’t keep up with it.

The senior was...[too] powerful.

"Oh, alright. This cauldron is special; I might accidentally refine the material into True Spirit Races... or some special thing. Since you didn’t specify what to refine it into, I’ll improvise. Uh-oh, I got distracted talking to you and didn’t control the fire well, burned the Northern Sea True Lord to char..."

Charred??????

All the foreign clan cultivators who heard this were terrified and broke out in cold sweats.

Just imagining the Northern Sea True Lord being burnt to char made them tremble with fear.

What kind of Ancient Great Cultivator is this Zhao Jian? Is he really the ten-generation benevolent person, matchless in righteousness, as the Beitian Cultivators preach?

Why does he seem so frightening?

Someone might ask, with such a terrifying Ancient Great Cultivator Zhao Jian here, why don’t you foreign clan cultivators run away? Why stay and watch? Aren’t you afraid to die?

If someone really asked this, these foreign clan cultivators would be on the verge of tears from grievance, "Do you think we don’t want to run! Haven’t you noticed the nine rain dragons sealing the entire Heavenly Dao topography of the Fengnu Clan! We want to escape too, but our abilities don’t allow it..."

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