The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 442 - 441: Returning Kindness with Enmity

Chapter 442: Chapter 441: Returning Kindness with Enmity

Xie Jiuniang closed her eyes.

She didn’t intend to speak any further.

It was as if she were resting, yet not quite; in any case, she said nothing but exuded an aura that kept others at a distance of a thousand miles.

Additionally, although she had not spoken a word to Mo Chuan, she cooperated with his treatment. The rejuvenated Xie Jiuniang’s injuries healed exceptionally rapidly, a recovery that could be deemed miraculous.

The wound on her right arm had already begun to heal.

The Nascent Soul within her Dantian faintly showed signs of reconvening.

It wasn’t until Xie Jiuniang could move and sit up to cultivate her technique and repair the internal injuries that Mo Chuan ceased to appear, and she began to sit in meditation, catalyzing the half drop of Dragon Blood sealed within her.

She used the true Dragon Blood to temper her body and merge it into her bloodline.

She began her seclusion.

In the treehouse, whose furnishings and items closely resembled those of a Pill Master’s abode, Xie Jiuniang silently took over.

Spiritual energy gathered from all directions as her cultivation technique operated.

The spiritual energy in the Fusang Secret Realm was denser than outside.

In the heart of the Secret Realm, the spiritual energy was countless times richer; a mere moment of cultivation technique operation caused the surrounding energy to nearly condense into liquid, greatly enhancing her cultivation efficiency.

Not far from the treehouse,

There was an observation deck.

In the deck, there was a stone table and stone chairs set above a deep abyss, surrounded by swirling clouds, with distant green water and mountains, vibrant in shades of green, red, and emerald. Occasionally, a Spiritual Beast flitted by, maintaining a quiet and far-reaching serenity akin to a fairyland.

At this moment, two people were seated at the stone table, sipping tea.

The exquisite youth said, "Momo, is she trying to regather her Nascent Soul?"

"Yes."

Mo Chuan gave a faint response, "When she was unconscious, you’d babble on and on in the treehouse every day. Now that she’s awake, you’ve become reluctant to show up?"

"I’m not familiar with her."

The youth’s ears turned slightly red.

Could he admit that he suddenly suspected she could hear everything he said? While she was comatose, he had spoken a lot, even about secrets unknown to Mo Chuan.

Suddenly, he slipped away and announced, "I’m going to seclude myself for a few days. Don’t look for me, whether there’s something or nothing."

Mo Chuan chuckled lightly, setting down the tea cup.

The warmth of the Spiritual Tea lingered, kept at a constant temperature, which had to do with the special teacup. He picked up the cup several times, intending to drink, but unconsciously put it down again.

The days and nights alternated, time slipped by.

Days passed one after another.

Mo Chuan still had not left the observation deck.

Until one day, Xie Jiuniang suddenly appeared behind him, a Broken Sword at his neck, her voice ice cold, "Hand over the Fusang Order."

"You’ve guessed it?"

Mo Chuan slowly stood up and faced Xie Jiuniang.

For someone to be in the Fusang Secret Realm, they must have the Fusang Order. Mo Chuan did not know how many such tokens Xie Jiuniang had, but she guessed outright that it took at least three to enter the Secret Realm—and she was precisely missing three.

Xie Jiuniang pointed the sword at his throat, but his face remained undisturbed, as if he didn’t fear death, which did not quite align with his earlier eagerness to survive.

This put Xie Jiuniang even more on guard.

The Broken Sword moved slightly forward as she said coldly, "Don’t play tricks. You have three breaths to consider."

"Do you remember you once owed me a favor? I want to call it in now," Mo Chuan suddenly spoke.

Xie Jiuniang’s grip on the sword tightened.

Mo Chuan spoke calmly, "I would like you to spare those Mo Family members who left Medical Immortal Valley, can you do that?"

"That’s not for me to decide," Xie Jiuniang did not want to agree.

But Mo Chuan said, "Then let’s rephrase it. As long as they don’t provoke you, you will spare them. If they do provoke you, you have my blessing to kill them."

Xie Jiuniang’s gaze was ice cold, utterly indifferent.

A long time passed without her making any promise.

Suddenly, she made her move, striking Mo Chuan’s body with a palm. Before he could stabilize, she thrust her hand into his body and forcibly pulled out a Fusang Order drenched in blood.

Simple and violent.

Mo Chuan didn’t even have the chance to react.

As Xie Jiuniang swung her sword down, she suddenly paused, the blade inches away from Mo Chuan’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

A single drop of blood slid down the blade.

Mo Chuan simply looked at her, with no intention of fighting back. However, he noticed that the hand gripping the Dragon Head Sword hilt was faintly veined, with the divine patterns on the back of the hand exceptionally striking.

"After today, our grudges will be settled," Xie Jiuniang’s voice was without any fluctuation.

Not just from the past life, but also this one.

All grievances were to be settled today.

Thus, the Fusang Divine Tree was extremely shocked, forgetting to react for a moment. It couldn’t believe that the Child of Destiny would repay kindness with vengeance, killing Mo Chuan who had helped it?

No, there was more!

And so, the Divine Fusu Tree witnessed Xie Jiuniang pushing Mo Chuan into the abyss, especially when he was gravely injured.

The woman standing on the viewing platform, watching the figure plummeting into the abyss, had an icy and merciless gaze, her face devoid of any trace of emotion.

She indifferently wiped the blood off the Fusang Order before merging it with the one she possessed.

The next moment, the woman on the viewing platform disappeared.

Not back to the treehouse, but she had left the Fusang Secret Realm.

"How is that possible?"

The Fusang Divine Tree revealed its form, and it was that of a delicate and extraordinarily beautiful youth. He had not expected the Child of Destiny to be capable of killing.

In his impression, the Child of Destiny was always a person of upright character, someone who would never repay kindness with enmity.

The Child of Destiny was showing signs of turning dark.

Originally, the Child of Destiny had a clean aura, had not committed unnecessary killings, with no evil obstructions entwining them, but rather they were surrounded by merit, destined for great fortune. If not provoked, those people would at most have their celestial paths cut off, but their lives would remain unharmed.

Now, pressed too hard.

This time, it seemed more lives would be lost.

"This is likely to lead to a great disaster..."

The youth sighed softly.

Looking down into the abyss, perhaps today was a good thing for him?

...

Outside the Fusang Secret Realm.

Xie Jiuniang, who had just been transported out of the Secret Realm, put away the nine-fold, mysteriously significant Token, not immediately examining the object.

Xie Jiuniang raised her head to gaze at the vast and limitless sky.

Originally clear and cloudless.

Slowly, thunderclouds began to gather.

This time, her Nascent Soul reformed successfully, more solid than before, without encountering any hindrance, and she noticed a problem; the strength of her physical body had become more powerful.

A casual punch carried a force of a thousand pounds.

Xie Jiuniang attributed this to the Dragon Blood, which must be related.

It made her feel that even without preparation, her physical body could withstand the Heavenly Tribulation.

She was unsure if this was a misconception.

She even had the sensation that she could use the Thunder Tribulation to temper her body.

The Dragon Clan often used Heavenly Thunder to temper their bodies, making them exceptionally strong. However, the Dragons used natural Heavenly Thunder, not entirely consisting of the Thunder from Thunder Tribulation. Natural Heavenly Thunder differed from the Thunder in Thunder Tribulation; the latter was more domineering, not easily utilized by cultivators, and more destructive to the body.

Xie Jiuniang recalled how Master Chaoyan, during his Divinity Transformation, had taken advantage of the final bolt of the Thunder Tribulation to absorb a trace of Thunder Tribulation into his body for refinement.

Yet the thunderclouds in the sky did not descend for a long time.

Despite their ferocious appearance, like beasts emerging from the mountains, Xie Jiuniang did not sense much danger from them.

Was this truly the sign of an impending Heavenly Tribulation?