Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 671: The Power of the Soul, Greater than the Flesh

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: The Power of the Soul, Greater than the Flesh

"Puff!"

As the antique window was pushed open.

In the moonlight, a figure shot towards them rapidly.

The speed was like lightning, and the white light in her hand flickered, targeting not Lin Fan, who lay on the bed, but Ning Mengyao, who was sitting beside it.

This strike was almost ghostly in its swiftness.

As an ordinary person, Ning Mengyao naturally couldn’t react in time.

However, Ni Chang, who sat next to her, had already sensed it.

Her right hand reached out, directly grabbing the opponent’s armpit.

If the opponent didn’t dodge, then the moment Ning Mengyao was killed, she too would be killed by Ni Chang’s strike.

Feeling the attack, the figure hurriedly flipped in mid-air, abandoning the pursuit of Ning Mengyao while also dodging Ni Chang’s sneak attack.

"You wretched girl, daring to make a sneak attack!"

After landing, Master Miejue glared at Ni Chang furiously.

"You call your sneak attacks fair, but accuse me of foul play; what a waste of your monk’s robe."

Ni Chang glared back at Master Miejue, her phoenix eyes filled with anger.

It was indeed she who had attacked first, yet she still dared to twist the truth.

Such behavior was enough to confirm her villainy.

"I slay demons and spirits without needing to reason, step aside, or don’t blame me for killing you as well!"

Master Miejue’s face was grim as she looked at Ni Chang.

She was unaware that another soul hid beneath Zhao Jiaqi’s exterior.

But she knew well that Zhao Jiaqi’s grandfather was the Dragon Emperor of Dragon Fang, whose strength was no less than her own master’s.

Thus, she dared not harm her, but was only following her teacher’s orders to kill all the members of the Ning Family and then take Lin Fan back.

"You call her a demon, but I see you as the real one!"

Ni Chang raised her hand and slapped her waist.

Zhao Jiaqi’s Soft Sword sprang out.

With a wave of Ni Chang’s right hand, a streak of Sword Qi shot out.

"Absurd, daring to aid the tyrants! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you won’t know the methods of Miejue!"

The opponent’s attack was sharp, forcing Master Miejue to retreat.

The room was simply too small to accommodate both of their struggles.

She then leapt up, shooting out of the room and onto the open ground outside.

"Nonsensical ranting!"

Ni Chang, not lagging behind, shot out through the window as well.

Her Soft Sword transformed into a vast rain of swords, enveloping Master Miejue.

Master Miejue was not slow either; she trembled her horsetail whisk, engaging in combat with her.

Their fight was incredibly fast and forceful, causing Ning Mengyao, who was hiding inside, to feel her heart hang in suspense.

As an ordinary person, she couldn’t make out the movements of either party.

Thus, she didn’t know just how strong Ni Chang really was.

Now all she could do was pray that Ni Chang would not be defeated, as this was her only chance.

If Ni Chang lost, both she and Lin Fan would be doomed.

"When will I ever be able to protect you?"

Looking behind at the still calm Lin Fan, Ning Mengyao’s heart bled.

Although officially Lin Fan’s wife, she had become the most vulnerable among his lovers.

With her inability to fight, she could only tremble with fear and be of no help at all.

This feeling of powerlessness made her clench Lin Fan’s hand tightly, at a loss for what to say.

Meanwhile, in the yard, Ni Chang’s Soft Sword flew up and down in her hands, her movements were tightly guarded.

The speed was so fast it matched even Master Miejue of the Tiger List.

This performance greatly shocked Master Miejue.

In her understanding, this girl was merely a disciple of the Banshan Taoist, capable of using some charms at best.

Since when did she possess such formidable skill? This was very strange.

"Break!"

Master Miejue, gathering all her strength, finally seized an opportunity.

Her horsetail whisk quickly entangled Ni Chang’s wrist, and as she pulled forcefully, a sharp pain shot through her.

Ni Chang was forced to abandon her Soft Sword and quickly retreated backward.

Her right hand, which wielded the sword, was also bloodied.

"Zhao Jiaqi’s body is too inflexible, she can’t use her full strength!"

Ni Chang leaned against a window, looking at Master Miejue with indignation.

Zhao Jiaqi’s body was completely limited due to blocked meridians, severely hindering her performance.

Otherwise, she would never be able to rival her.

"You brat, I’m sparing your life for the sake of your grandfather’s face. Get out of here now, or I will not be kind!"

Master Miejue looked at Ni Chang with a cold smile.

If it weren’t for the Dragon’s Tooth background, she wouldn’t bother wasting her breath here.

"And what if you’re not kind!"

Ni Chang glared at Master Miejue with hatred in her eyes.

She knew she had no room to retreat; otherwise, both Lin Fan and Ning Mengyao’s lives would be in danger.

"You seem to understand only when faced with death. Since you won’t retreat, I’ll discipline you on behalf of your grandfather today!"

Although Master Miejue dared not kill Zhao Jiaqi, disciplining her was still an option.

As long as she gained control of her, Ning Mengyao and Lin Fan inside would be easy to capture.

Thus, she swung her horsetail whisk and charged forward again.

"You’re not worthy!"

As Master Miejue charged at her, a sly smile suddenly crossed Ni Chang’s lips.

At the same time, she held her injured wrist in her mouth, and just as her opponent reached her, she sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

"Puh!"

The blood mist spread, carrying a rank smell.

Unconcerned, Master Miejue only swept her horsetail whisk horizontally to create a gale to disperse it.

Unexpectedly, the moment the horsetail whisk touched the blood mist, a transparent shadow shot towards her rapidly.

No wind, no murderous intent, just a nearly invisible force.

This move was completely unexpected by Master Miejue.

She hurriedly tried to block, but it was too late.

The transparent object struck her directly.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, Master Miejue was thrown over ten meters away by this elusive force, slamming heavily into the ground.

This strike left her momentarily unable to move.

The feeling of the world spinning and her brain not being able to command her body overwhelmed her.

"A soul attack!"

It took a while for Master Miejue to regain her senses.

Looking at Zhao Jiaqi, who was still leaning against the window, she widened her eyes in disbelief.

That attack, which bypassed all physical defenses, was definitely an assault on the soul.

Thus, she was incapacitated by just one hit.

"That was close!"

Ni Chang, on the other hand, coldly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Due to the rushed nature of her spell-casting, otherwise, that one strike would have been enough to kill her.

"You just wait!"

Seeing that she couldn’t break through Zhao Jiaqi’s defenses, Master Miejue could only get up and force herself to her feet.

Not daring to linger in battle, she dashed out of the Ning Family’s residence.

Heading straight for the Gong Family.

As for Ni Chang, seeing her enemy retreat, she too couldn’t help but collapse to the ground.

"Ni Chang, are you alright?"

Ning Mengyao rushed over, helping her up with a look of concern.

"It’s nothing, she’s hurt worse than I am!"

Ni Chang shook her head, her last move had been desperate.

Hurting the enemy a thousand, while harming herself eight hundred.

Luckily, it succeeded.