Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 19: Fiery Sun Sect Disciples, Really Not That Great!

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Fiery Sun Sect Disciples, Really Not That Great!

「Fengwu Mountain Range.」

Ning Xuan tossed a Blue Demon Flower into his Storage Ring, muttering, "This won’t do. It’s too slow."

He had delved deep into the Fengwu Mountain Range for several hours, yet he had only found a few useful herbs. Ning Xuan was very dissatisfied with his progress. However, without a better plan at the moment, he could only press on.

Not long after, in a dark spot by a mountain stream, Ning Xuan exclaimed with joy, "Yinming Grass!"

Yinming Grass was not only one of the four main ingredients for Refining Yuan Lingyu Marrow but also had a wide range of other uses. It was extremely precious; only a single plant was needed for the refining process. Yet here, there was a small patch with more than ten plants at a glance!

Ning Xuan was bending down to pick them when, suddenly, the sound of something slicing through the air arose. In the instant he turned his head, an arrow flew past, grazing the skin on his neck!

BANG!

A large stone weighing a hundred-odd pounds behind him exploded on the spot!

"What piece of trash are you? How dare you steal the herbs of our Fiery Sun Sect!"

Amid the scolding, three figures appeared in Ning Xuan’s sight. One held a bow, another carried a long saber, and both had large packs on their backs. The one in the middle carried a medicine basket.

Hearing them announce their sect, the murderous intent in Ning Xuan’s eyes turned to astonishment. The Fiery Sun Sect... wasn’t that the sect of Mo Feng, the man he had killed in Qingyang Town? Had they not mentioned it, Ning Xuan would have almost forgotten.

"Heh, good that you’re scared. Now scram!" the man with the bow spoke again, his tone condescending.

"Mo Yu, can’t you ever change that impetuous temper of yours?" the burly man with the saber frowned. Then, his tone shifted. "The fact that he recognizes Yinming Grass means he’s knowledgeable. He must have other herbs on him."

"Right! Senior Brother Yi Ming is right! Kid, hand over all your herbs, then get lost! We’ll pretend we never saw you! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? You’ll kill me?" Ning Xuan’s voice was frigid.

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, finding it incredible. "Kid, are you deaf? We’re from the Fiery Sun Sect!"

Mo Yu proudly pointed at the man in the middle. "This is our Senior Brother Yuan Qing. He has abandoned martial arts for medicine and will soon become a Spirit Pill Master. Let alone killing you, even if he slaughtered your entire family, no one would dare breathe a word!"

Ning Xuan’s face remained expressionless. "The Yinming Grass is right here. If you have the guts, come and take it."

"You ignorant fool!" Mo Yu sneered coldly, immediately nocking an arrow to his bow.

WHOOSH!

The arrow tore through the air, heading straight for Ning Xuan’s throat. Ning Xuan didn’t move from his spot, but his hand suddenly shot out and easily caught the arrow.

The eyes of all three men narrowed.

"Young friend, where are you from?" Yuan Qing suddenly asked.

Ning Xuan didn’t answer, instead turning back to pick the Yinming Grass.

"Senior Brother Yuan Qing, why bother asking him? He’s about to be a dead man!" Mo Yu’s killing intent flared as he once again drew his bow. A faint, shimmering mist was visible around his hand—the result of mobilizing Element Force! To use Element Force so readily, Mo Yu’s cultivation had to be at least at the Seventh Layer Heavens of the Spiritual Realm!

The arrow ripped through the air, its tail leaving a long streak in its wake. It tore through the void, reaching Ning Xuan in an instant.

"Scram!"

Without even looking, Ning Xuan continued picking herbs with his right hand while his left swatted casually.

CLANG!

The arrow was swatted off course, flying off at a ninety-degree angle from his side. It shot across the river behind him, pierced through a large tree on the opposite bank, and continued on with enough force to shatter the rocks beyond it!

Mo Yu was dumbfounded.

"Kid, who exactly are you?!" Nearby, Yi Ming planted his saber into the ground like a staff and asked in a grim voice.

Yuan Qing’s eyes flickered as he probed, "Are you from Wuling, perhaps under Young Master Ning Yang’s special protection?"

"Ning Yang? Who does he think he is? Sooner or later, I’ll twist off his head and kick it around like a ball!"

Yuan Qing smiled, breathing an inward sigh of relief. "Ignorance breeds fearlessness! For that remark alone, you deserve to die a thousand times over! You’re merely in the Spiritual Realm, perhaps considered a genius in the wilds. But you have vastly underestimated the power of a sect! Today, I will surely shoot you down!"

Mo Yu snapped back to reality, his voice cold and seething with murderous intent.

Ning Xuan stood up, placed the Yinming Grass into his Storage Ring, and spoke calmly, "I’ve already witnessed the capabilities of your Fiery Sun Sect disciples. Frankly, they’re nothing special."

Yuan Qing’s eyes fixed on the Storage Ring in Ning Xuan’s hand, a flicker of greed in his gaze. Mo Yu and Yi Ming, however, were both stunned.

"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to speak so carelessly of my sect?!" Mo Yu retorted, refusing to believe him.

Ning Xuan smiled. "You both share the surname Mo. How is Mo Feng related to you?"

"You’ve seen my brother?! Where is he?!" After a moment of shock, Mo Yu took several steps forward. A major reason for their presence in Wuling City was to search for Mo Feng.

"He’s dead. I killed him." Ning Xuan shrugged, unconcerned about the consequences. After all, dead men tell no tales.

"What! You bastard, I’ll kill you!" Mo Yu was utterly consumed by rage. He began advancing step by step, firing arrows as he moved.

"Junior Brother Mo, get back!"

As all of Mo Yu’s arrows missed their mark, Yi Ming noticed that his opponent’s expression remained as calm as still water. He realized the danger and shouted a warning.

But it was too late.

In one fluid motion, Ning Xuan tilted his head, reached back to snatch an arrow from the air, and closed the distance to strike...

An arrow pierced straight through Mo Yu’s neck from the side! Blood spurted wildly! Logically, Mo Yu shouldn’t have been so easily taken down, but he had been blinded by rage.

"You... you..." Clutching his neck, he finally calmed down, but it was far too late. His eyes filled with endless regret. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Ning Xuan slapped his head, and Mo Yu’s body toppled to the side.

"Now it’s your turn." His voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Arrogant!" Yi Ming snorted coldly. He set down his pack and advanced, dragging his long saber. "You killed a disciple of my sect. How do you wish to die?"

Yi Ming was in no hurry to attack. He would not repeat Mo Yu’s mistake.

"Take your own life."

After a brief pause, Yi Ming laughed. "You do have some self-awareness."

"I was telling you to take your own life." Ning Xuan shook his head, looking at Yi Ming as if he were an idiot.

"Good! Very good! Where’s your weapon? Let’s see if your strength matches your big mouth!"

Ning Xuan shook his head again. "There’s no need. If I used a weapon, you wouldn’t last a single move. If you don’t believe me, then come and try to cut me."

"Courting death!"

With an enraged roar, his long saber sliced through the air. A peerless Sword Light tore through the void, slashing toward Ning Xuan from an uncanny angle. Having learned from Mo Yu’s mistake, Yi Ming unleashed his strongest attack from the start! This strike was the perfect embodiment of wild, domineering, and uncanny power. Clearly, he had used a Martial Skill.

Like a slippery eel, Ning Xuan twisted his body and dodged the terrifying strike. Unexpectedly, Yi Ming rotated his wrist, and the frigid blade followed him like a shadow. Still in the middle of his twist, Ning Xuan threw a punch without a second thought.

CLANG!

With a metallic ring, the saber shattered on impact as if it were glass. The hilt flew from Yi Ming’s grasp. Staring at the cracked and bleeding webbing of his hand, his eyes filled with utter disbelief. Using his full strength as a cultivator at the Ninth Layer Heavens of the Spiritual Realm, he had executed a Yellow Level High Grade Martial Skill, only for his weapon to be shattered by a single punch?!

"Be careful!"

As Yuan Qing shouted a warning, Yi Ming snapped back to his senses and roared, throwing both fists forward to meet Ning Xuan’s incoming punch.

A sonic boom erupted as a figure was sent flying, spraying a trail of blood across the sky.