At this moment, Tang Ning presented the majesty and self-confidence of a medicinal prodigy. Afterall in her past life, she was an extraordinary and revered personality in the medicinal world. The supremacy and prestige of a prodigy were her inherent qualities, and her every move and gesture felt like it exudes an air of exquisiteness.
As a medicinal prodigy, she was well-versed in medicines and poisons and proficient in grasping the movement and flow of Qi. Tang Ning had also mastered the ancient martial arts and assassination skills that were passed on through generations to her. It was a pity that she was able to foretell the fortune of another person’s life, but was unable to foretell her own. Otherwise, she would not have gone through rebirth to come to this magical world of cultivation.
Composing herself, Tang Ning looked calmly at the cultivators in front of her. She was we;; aware that if she couldn’t seize the moment and convince them with her stature and confidence, then the tables would be turned against her. She would be at a disadvantage and at their mercy.
“Come down,” she said softly to Blackie, gesturing with her hand. Blackie, who was perched on her head, flew down and landed on Tang Ning’s arm.
“Sir, you are a monk. If I may ask, what are you doing here?” A middle-aged cultivator asked as he intently studied the little monk. He still couldn’t believe that the little monk was more highly skilled than them.
There was obviously something strange about this place, or there was something wrong with the little monk. If the problem was this little monk, it only meant that he possessed the magical item that causes illusions. In that case, they must not easily let off this little monk. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to test the little monk’s abilities.
“I have heard that Buddhist monks are highly skilled in martial arts. It’s not every day that one gets to meet a highly skilled one. I would very much like to learn a thing or two from you if you don’t mind.” The middle-aged cultivator had barely finished his words when a sharp gleam of light flashed and dazzled Tang Ning’s eyes. Before she could process the situation, she saw the cold, metal blade slicing through the air and coming straight at her.
Watching from the shadows, Mo Ye saw the cultivator making a killing move. The sword embodied a fierce and merciless aura and was directed to the little monk’s face. Mo Ye frowned, knowing well that the little monk couldn’t counter this move. He was about to help Tang Ning, but the scene in the next moment paused his movements.
The fierce spirit of the sword, coupled with the oppressive power of the Immortal Cultivator, closed in on Tang Ning. Tang Ning felt the blood in her chest gushing like a fountain. Indeed, it was a highly-skilled move filled with extraordinary power, making her feel overwhelmed.
In the next moment, Tang Ning suddenly heard Blackie’s cawing ringing in her head. After that, she gathered her soul force energy and raised her hand that was holding the bamboo, blocking the opponent’s attack. She spun the bamboo at lightning speed and knocked the sword out of the cultivator’s hand. Tang Ning channeled the energy she had gathered earlier into the bamboo to manifest her powers.
Tang Ning guided her energy force through the bamboo. The bamboo, which was approximately two fingers in width, shot straight to the opponent’s heart like a sword. When it pierced through his heart, the cultivator groaned and staggered backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Pooft!”
The cultivator’s face immediately turned pale. Unable to stand straight, he kneeled down, his body swayed and struggled to remain upright. Tang Ning used the force that was channeled through the bamboo to keep him facing her.
The other cultivators were shocked at the scene they just witnessed. But Tang Ning’s face seemed indifferent, except for a murderous look in her eyes. They immediately pleaded her.
“Oh, honored one, have mercy upon us!”
“Your honor, as a disciple of Buddha, you must have a compassionate heart. Do spare his life, I beg of you.”
Tang Ning’s mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, and her eyes swept dispassionately across the cultivators. “Who told you I was a monk?” With those words, she swung the bamboo upon the cultivator, ending his life.