Chapter 381 - 377: My Surname Is Not Jiang, It’s Ning, the Ning of Ning Jiang

Chapter 381: Chapter 377: My Surname Is Not Jiang, It’s Ning, the Ning of Ning Jiang

Several Maids carrying tea trays walked into the courtyard.

But at this very moment, Ning Jiang’s gaze was fixed on a single figure, seeing nothing else.

She was a slender, graceful woman in green robes, around twenty years old. She possessed a unique, unforgettable air—quiet, elegant, like a lady’s maid from a classical painting.

Liu Xianyu!

Finally, he had found her!

"Ning... Ning Jiang..."

Liu Xianyu saw Ning Jiang at the same time and froze on the spot, utterly speechless.

’How could she ever forget the face of the man before her?’

When they first met, Ning Jiang had been just a minor figure in the Qi Cultivation Realm. But after that, he had been like a great Roc spreading its wings, soaring ever higher until he stood at the very pinnacle of Cyan Cloud.

When he left Cyan Cloud, the entire country came to see him off.

It was after that farewell that a great upheaval struck Cyan Cloud Country, and she never saw Ning Jiang again.

"I already know what happened in Cyan Cloud Country," Ning Jiang said slowly, looking at Liu Xianyu. "I have avenged Liu Yuanlong. I left no one alive in the Tyrant Fist Sect, from the highest to the lowest."

"I’m sorry. You’ve suffered for these past two years."

"I’ve been looking for you. For a very long time."

"I heard you were at the Extreme Heaven Sect, so I came."

"I’ve come to take you home!"

As Ning Jiang’s final words fell, Liu Xianyu, who had always been so strong, could no longer hold back. Her beautiful eyes stung, and tears began to fall.

"I thought... I thought I’d never see you again."

Her body trembled as she sobbed, choking on her words.

Two years ago, Liu Yuanlong was killed by the Tyrant Fist Sect. Her own Cultivation was crippled, but she survived.

But she had fallen into the hands of the Tyrant Fist Sect and thought all hope was lost. However, an Elder from the Extreme Heaven Sect, Zhang Tianze, happened to be at the Tyrant Fist Sect at that time.

And just like that, Zhang Tianze brought her here.

Only after arriving did she understand why she had been spared. It was because she was to become a vessel...

"As long as you’re alive, I will bring you back, even if I have to go to the ends of the earth."

A hint of guilt appeared in Ning Jiang’s eyes, but in the next moment, his gaze turned as cold as ice. Boundless killing intent erupted from him. "They planted a Soul-Stealing Flower inside you!"

Between Liu Xianyu’s eyebrows, a jet-black flower was visible, possessing an eerie beauty.

With his vast knowledge, Ning Jiang recognized it at a single glance: the Soul-Stealing Flower.

The Soul-Stealing Flower.

It was a bizarre flower from Ancient Times. This flower was exceptionally strange; it wasn’t planted in soil like an ordinary plant but instead parasitized a human body, growing by feeding on its host’s soul.

The flower’s greatest use was to help someone overcome a tribulation.

As everyone knew, when Martial Artists tried to break through to a new Realm, they had to face a Celestial Tribulation. Since ancient times, countless Martial Artists had died under them.

But the Soul-Stealing Flower was outrageously powerful.

It could steal another’s soul and then be used as a substitute to endure the Celestial Tribulation in the cultivator’s place.

Of course, finding a suitable host to plant this flower from Ancient Times was no easy task.

It could only be successfully planted in certain people who triggered a reaction from the Soul-Stealing Flower.

Evidently, when Zhang Tianze was in Cyan Cloud Country, he must have been carrying a Soul-Stealing Flower. The flower reacted to Liu Xianyu, which was why she was spared and brought to the Extreme Heaven Sect.

Besides Liu Xianyu, the other women present also had the mark of a Soul-Stealing Flower between their eyebrows.

The more Soul-Stealing Flowers one had, the more of the Celestial Tribulation’s power they could endure, naturally increasing the success rate of overcoming it.

However, for the people hosting the Soul-Stealing Flowers, there was only one path: death.

"Hua Hailan, this is your handiwork, isn’t it!"

Ning Jiang’s incomparably icy gaze fell upon Hua Hailan. From the beginning, he had sensed a faint, hidden aura about her.

Now, it seemed it was the aura of the Soul-Stealing Flower.

This Hua Hailan was truly vicious. To think one of the three great beauties of Liang Province would use such an evil flower to destroy the lives of others.

"Who exactly are you?"

Hua Hailan’s delicate brows furrowed. Very few people knew of the Soul-Stealing Flower. She herself had stumbled upon its seeds by chance in a Secret Realm and only learned of its origins after consulting some Ancient Scriptures.

Yet now, Ning Jiang had recognized it with a single glance.

But in the next moment, Ning Jiang said something astonishing. "Who I am is not important. But since you dared to plant a Soul-Stealing Flower in my friend... there is only one path for you: death!"

The moment he said this, the expressions of everyone around them changed drastically.

Who was Hua Hailan?

She was Yun Dingtian’s woman, backed by a behemoth like the Extreme Heaven Sect. For Ning Jiang to actually say he would kill her—what staggering arrogance was this?

BOOM!

As Ning Jiang’s voice fell, a tyrannical aura erupted from Yun Dingtian’s body.

The entire area instantly became incredibly oppressive.

"What did you just say?"

Yun Dingtian stared at Ning Jiang as if looking at a dead man.

’This is bad,’ Lan Nongyu thought with a drastic change in her pretty expression. She had never expected things to escalate to this point.

Yun Dingtian was the number one expert of Liang Province’s younger generation, and he possessed a Thunder Spirit Body. Even if Ning Jiang was powerful, his chances of victory were slim.

Besides, this was the Extreme Heaven Sect’s territory!

"Brother Yun, I was just about to test my skills against this fellow. Why don’t you leave him to me?"

Just as a battle was about to erupt, Ye Ying, who was standing nearby, took a step forward.

"Lan Nongyu, just now you said Sisi was blind. Now I’d like to see what kind of skills this man of yours has."

Ye Ying’s gaze turned cold. The next moment, a vast wave of Primordial Spirit Power burst from between his eyebrows, forming an invisible spike that viciously stabbed forward.

"God-Breaking Spike!"

This was the same attack that had punched a hole straight through the Black Patterned Profound Gold Stele earlier.

"God-Slaying Blade!"

Ning Jiang’s eyes were cold as he slowly spat out three words.

SHHIIING!

Primordial Spirit Power surged from between his eyebrows, and in the next instant, a small blade shot out.

The spike formed from Ye Ying’s Primordial Spirit Power was like tofu before this small blade. It shattered instantly, unable to withstand a single blow.

"How is that possible? Block it!"

Ye Ying’s expression changed. Among the younger generation of Liang Province, his overall strength might not be the absolute best, but when it came to Primordial Spirit Power, if he claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first.

"Break!"

He desperately channeled his Primordial Spirit Power, sending an overwhelming wave of it crashing forward, successfully blocking the God-Slaying Blade.

However, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief...

...the next moment, an even more terrifying ripple of power exploded from between Ning Jiang’s eyebrows.

"Godslaying Sword."

This attack was far more ferocious than the God-Slaying Blade.

"AH!"

Ye Ying let out a miserable scream, blood pouring from his Seven Apertures. His Primordial Spirit had suffered a grievous wound and was on the verge of shattering.

Witnessing this, the other Martial Artists stared in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

’In a contest of Divine Sense, Ye Ying was actually crushed?’

"Those who stand in my way will die!"

Ning Jiang took a step forward, his killing intent seeming utterly endless.

"Young Master Jiang."

Lan Nongyu stared at Ning Jiang in astonishment. She never would have thought that the man who had been so calm and composed, who hadn’t even gotten angry when taunted, would become so utterly enraged at this moment!

He was like a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched!

"My surname isn’t Jiang. It’s Ning. As in Ning Jiang!"