Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

An Ning stroked the top-grade middle-rank Sacred Sword in her hand, her heart filled with indescribable shock upon hearing Jun Wu Xie's affirmative answer.

Looking at the man before her, her beautiful eyes held a hint of admiration, her heart filled with reverence.

She couldn't help but wonder, how could such a person exist in this world?

A martial arts talent of the Mythic Domain, also a body cultivator, incredibly intelligent, and a weapon refiner, cultivating both weapon and martial arts!

Others struggle to achieve anything even when dedicating all their energy to a single path.

But this man cultivates both weapon and martial arts!

In martial arts, he has reached the Mythic Domain, an achievement rarely seen throughout history.

And in weapon refinement, he can actually forge top-grade Sacred Weapons!

One must know that it is extremely difficult for any weapon refiner to forge a top-grade Sacred Weapon; being able to create such a weapon is a miracle of weapon refinement!

At this moment, looking at the man before her, she felt as if she were facing a high mountain, a great peak, involuntarily causing a feeling of looking up in awe.

How many people throughout the Upper Realm, from ancient times to the present, could compare to such a brilliant and talented individual?

His future prospects are immeasurable, and the heights he can reach are probably beyond imagination.

"Princess, what are you daydreaming about?"

Jun Wu Xie guessed her current mental state but pretended not to know.

"Ah? It's nothing, I'm just too shocked. I didn't expect Young Master Yue to have such amazing attainments in the Dao of Weapon Refinement…"

Princess An Ning came back to her senses, unable to help but exclaim in amazement.

"Next, I plan to return to my sect. Will the princess be coming with me?"

"Ah, no need."

Princess An Ning panicked for no reason; she knew that her thoughts from a few days ago had long been seen through by him.

At that time, she wanted to secretly follow him to see how Yue Wu Xie would deal with the powerhouses of the three sects, in order to understand more of the secrets surrounding him.

Ever since she witnessed him severely injuring the Blood Fiend Alliance youth that day, and learned that he was in the Mythic Domain, she knew that the powerhouses of the three sects could not do anything to him.

"In that case, I shall take my leave now."

Jun Wu Xie said as he walked out of the mansion.

"An Ning will see Young Master Yue off."

She followed him, walking side by side, her eyes occasionally glancing at him from the side.

And so, she accompanied him all the way to the entrance of the mansion.

Jun Wu Xie stopped, turned to look at her, "Princess, remember to keep it a secret. If anything happens, remember to contact me using the talisman."

"An Ning understands."

She nodded, watching him leave until his figure disappeared from sight.

"Sigh…"

After a long time, Princess An Ning sighed deeply.

There are some things that she must start doing now.

She didn't know if she would eventually get the results she wanted.

She turned and returned to the mansion, summoning a maid.

"Princess, what are your orders?"

A delicate maid stood before her with her head bowed.

"Have Fan Xichong come to see this princess immediately."

"Yes."

The maid left in a hurry.

Not long after, Fan Xichong, who had been in secluded cultivation, arrived in haste.

"Princess, is there something urgent?"

He had recently been at a critical juncture in his breakthrough, so he was in secluded cultivation. Upon learning of the princess's summons, he immediately ended his seclusion.

Princess An Ning didn't say anything, only looked at him with her bright, deep eyes.

Such a gaze gradually made Fan Xichong feel a little flustered.

He could remain calm and composed in the face of anyone in his life, but at this moment, he felt uneasy.

"Fan Xichong, tell me, can this princess absolutely trust you?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xichong immediately knelt on one knee and said with conviction: "More than a decade ago, the princess saved this old servant's life. Since then, this old servant has sworn to be forever loyal to the princess, even if it means dying a thousand deaths!"

"Then, if there are some things that I need you to hide from Father, what would you do?"

"This old servant will unconditionally obey the princess's will!"

"Very good."

A smile appeared on Princess An Ning's face. It was by chance that she saved Fan Xichong back then.

Afterwards, Fan Xichong joined the Ning Royal Mansion to serve.

Later, Father chose someone from among his experts to protect her, and Fan Xichong volunteered.

At that time, considering that he was a man, following her would be inconvenient, so he used a special method to castrate himself, becoming an irreversible eunuch.

At that time, many people didn't understand why he would do this.

An Ning didn't understand, and even King Ning didn't understand, never expecting that he would be willing to go to such lengths.

But for Fan Xichong, he just wanted to repay the kindness.

His life had been very bumpy, experiencing many misfortunes, and he had cultivated arduously all the way to the Great Saint Realm, but he had never felt the warmth of humanity.

Until the day he was saved by the princess, An Ning was just a little girl at that time, but in that special situation, she pierced through his inner defenses.

Everyone's heart has a vulnerable side, and cultivators are no exception, it just depends on whether you can hit their weak spot.

"Princess, have you encountered some trouble?"

Anxious look appeared in Fan Xichong's eyes.

"Fan Xichong, tell me, is there still a way for a person who has had an arm or leg amputated for many years to regenerate their limbs?"

"This…" Fan Xichong paused, not knowing why the princess suddenly asked about this. He thought for a moment and said, "There are ways, but they require rare treasures, and the grade of the rare treasures required also depends on the realm of the person who wants to regenerate their limbs."

"If it is a person in the Saint King Realm who wants to regenerate a limb, where can the required treasures be found? Can the three major commercial firms in the Imperial City buy them?"

Fan Xichong shook his head upon hearing this and said, "The three major commercial firms in the Imperial City should not have them. For a Saint King Realm expert to regenerate a limb, a top-grade second-rank Sacred Medicine is needed, but due to its special nature, although the grade is not high, it is extremely rare. This kind of Sacred Medicine has a large demand and usually flows to higher-level areas, such as Hanzhou, and the price is astonishing, thousands or even tens of thousands of times higher than a high-grade second-rank Sacred Medicine, equivalent to the price of a fourth-rank Sacred Medicine!"

"Meaning, if you want a Saint King Realm expert to regenerate a limb, you need tens of billions of low-grade Saint Spirit Pills."

Princess An Ning frowned slightly. She had never understood these things before, but now that she calculated it, it was truly a huge amount of money.

Besides the problem of funds, one also has to consider whether they can buy it.

After all, this kind of thing is in short supply. Rare Sacred Medicines are rare because they are extremely scarce, and there are many cultivators in the world, and many have lost limbs in battles, so there is naturally a great demand.

People without resources naturally don't dare to think about it, they can't afford it.

Those with resources and backgrounds will seek to purchase this kind of Sacred Medicine to solve the problem of their own physical defects.

"Princess, why did you suddenly ask about this? Could it be that someone wants to repair a broken limb and is seeking the princess's help?"

"I want to help two personal disciples of the Qingyun True Martial Peak repair their broken limbs."

Princess An Ning didn't hide anything. Among the people around her, Fan Xichong was the most trustworthy, and he would need to contribute to this matter.

"What?" Fan Xichong looked at her in shock, his heart filled with incomprehension, and said, "Princess, why…"

"There are some things that this princess cannot tell you the reason for. If you are truly loyal to this princess, then don't ask. This matter requires your assistance."

Fan Xichong was silent for a moment, and said, "Princess, the top-grade second-rank rare treasures needed by the two limb-severed personal disciples of True Martial Peak are priceless, and they can only be purchased in Hanzhou. First, funding is a problem; second, going to Hanzhou may be dangerous…"

"Regarding the funding problem, this princess has a way to get Father to approve it. As for the possibility of danger in Hanzhou, that's why I need you to accompany and protect me. As long as we keep a low profile, there shouldn't be any problems."

"This old servant vows to protect the princess's safety, but the amount of funding is too large, even for the Ning Royal Mansion, it is not a small amount. Now is the time when the Ning Royal Mansion needs funds, and King Ning will not approve it."

"Father should."

Princess An Ning said here, reaching out and grabbing her left arm.

Fan Xichong's pupils shrank sharply. Before he could react, with a poof, a stream of crimson blood spurted from Princess An Ning's shoulder.

"Princess!"

Fan Xichong's eyes turned red, his body trembling, and he rushed forward.

He simply couldn't believe that the princess, in order to help the two personal disciples of True Martial Peak regenerate their broken limbs, would not hesitate to sever her own left arm, forcibly tearing her arm off.

"This princess is fine…"

An Ning's face was a little pale, and she quickly sealed the severed arm, stopping the bleeding.

"Princess, why, why would you treat yourself like this, this old servant…"

Fan Xichong's eyes were filled with tears, and he hurriedly wanted to preserve Princess An Ning's severed arm.

As long as the severed arm is properly sealed and its vitality is maintained, it can be reattached at a very small cost.

But Princess An Ning stopped him, and in his shocked gaze, she directly destroyed that severed arm.

Fan Xichong's lips trembled, wanting to speak, but he couldn't.

His mind was blank, unable to understand why the princess would go to such lengths for the people of True Martial Peak.

Could it be to atone for King Ning's sins?

He had been following the princess for many years and understood her personality.

Her nature is not as ruthless and merciless as King Ning, nor does she agree with some of King Ning's methods, but standing in the position of the Ning Royal Mansion, she has never opposed them.

She wouldn't do this to atone for King Ning's sins.

The four maids heard the sound and rushed over. Seeing such a scene, they were also frightened and at a loss, their faces pale.

"It's alright, it's just an arm. Only by doing this will Father approve enough funds, and we will be able to go to Hanzhou to purchase the necessary treasures."

Princess An Ning tried to keep her voice calm, but the severe pain made her beautiful features twist slightly, and her face was covered in cold sweat.

"Your Grace, please don't think so much right now. I beg you, please focus on healing your injuries. Other matters can wait until your wound has healed!"

Fan Xichong knelt on the ground, pleading with her, and the four maids also knelt, begging.

"Get up. This Grace will go and heal now, you don't need to worry about it. This Grace is a Saint King Realm cultivator, losing an arm won't threaten my life."

Princess Anning finished speaking and walked towards her residence, the four maids hurriedly following.

Fan Xichong followed her to the outside of her room, quietly guarding.

Inside the room, Princess Anning sat cross-legged, looking at her severed arm, enduring the intense pain, a bitter smile on her face.

In her current situation, did she have any other choice?

Tearing off her own arm served two purposes: first, to exchange it for sufficient funds from her father, and second, to make her father feel sorry for her in this state, making him more likely to agree to her requests.

Otherwise, with her father's temperament, how would he agree to let Yue Wuxie not target Qingyun without joining Ning Wang Manor?

For her, this was a win-win situation, using her own incomplete body to obtain the result she desired.

If she didn't do this, she wouldn't be able to resolve the hatred with True Martial Peak, and if her father didn't agree, it would further enrage Yue Wuxie.

Then, if Yue Wuxie cultivated to the Great Saint Realm in the future and sought revenge on her father, the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

At the same time, above Qingyun City, above the sea of clouds, on that metallic warship, Qingmu received a divine sense transmission from Jun Wuxie.

"Wuxie has sent a message."

Qingmu said.

"What did he say?"

The other two foundation experts all looked at him.

"He told us to set off and return to the sect at this time tomorrow."

"Then where is he currently, is he in Qingyun City?"

Qingmu shook his head, he couldn't sense his presence, "We just need to do as he says, no need to think too much about other things."

...

At this time, Jun Wuxie had already left Qingyun City, heading towards the sect all the way.

He didn't fly in the air, but chose to travel through the mountains and forests, using the cover of the mountains to move.

Two days later, the entrance to Qingyun Grotto Heaven was in sight.

He sensed the area where the three sects' experts were ambushing, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he used the Lesser Void Technique to sneak in silently, entering the Grotto Heaven area without a sound.

Once inside the sect's Grotto Heaven, he carefully sensed it again, confirming that the people from Ning Wang Manor hidden here had all withdrawn before quietly heading towards the sect's main peak.

Inside the Qingyun Sacred Hall, Headmaster Qingxuan Zhenren and the sect's foundation experts, as well as the heads of several peaks, were present, their faces filled with worry.

Shizu Qingmu and Wuxie went to the Imperial City, and now so much time has passed, they have not returned to the sect.

These days, they wrote many talisman letters, but none of them received a response.

"Could something have happened?"

The head of Benlei Peak looked worried.

The others were silent. This abnormal situation cast a shadow over their hearts.

"According to the earlier news, Princess Anning met with Wuxie in Guoxing City, presumably with the intention of drawing him in. From this, as long as Wuxie didn't openly break with her, Ning Wang Manor wouldn't attack Shizu Qingmu and the others. The only thing we're worried about is the Imperial City. We don't know what the situation is there. Could it be that the Emperor punished Wuxie for meeting with Princess Anning and forcibly kept Shizu Qingmu and the others in the Imperial City?"

"Shizu Qingmu and the others are on their way back to the sect, and they should arrive soon if we calculate the time."

The sudden voice at the entrance of the hall made everyone inside look over.

"Wuxie!"

The Qingyun higher-ups all stood up the moment they saw him, rushing towards the entrance of the hall in unison, their hearts finally at ease.

"You're finally back! You said Shizu Qingmu and the others are still on the way? Why didn't you come back together?"

Headmaster Qingxuan Zhenren asked.

"Because outside our Qingyun Grotto Heaven, there are twenty or so foundation experts from the three sects ambushing, waiting to intercept me and Shizu Qingmu and the others."

"What? The people of the three sects are so bold, have they become inflated? They actually ran to the entrance of our Qingyun to intercept the head of our foundation experts, it's simply outrageous!"

Qingxuan Zhenren was furious.

"Let's go, we'll go out and meet them!"

The foundation experts' eyes revealed killing intent, they were angered, the people of the three sects were too arrogant.

"Wait, take these things with you!"

Jun Wuxie waved his sleeve, and dozens of rainbow lights shot out, floating at the entrance of the hall, flowing with a sharp, cold light.

"Middle-grade Advanced Saint Swords?"

The higher-ups were shocked. Middle-grade Saint Weapons, for a sect like theirs, there were quite a few, but middle-grade Advanced Saint Weapons were not many, only those above the head seat level had them.

Saint Swords of this grade were only qualified to be used by experts above the Saint King Extreme Heavenly Position.

"Wuxie, how can you have so many..."

They reached out to take the swords while asking the doubts in their hearts, but before they could finish speaking, they revealed an extremely shocked expression.

"This is... this is a Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Weapon?!"

They held the swords, and only at this moment did they see clearly that the swords in their hands were not Middle-grade Advanced, but clearly Top-tier!

"Mine is also Middle-grade Top-tier!"

"This one too!"

"And this one!"

"They're all..."

The Qingyun higher-ups held the Saint Swords, their expressions dull, already shocked to the point of their brains crashing.

Any quality of Saint Artifact, can only see advanced, top-tier is a legend, a miracle of weapon refining!

This kind of Saint Artifact is rare in the world!

But before their eyes, these dozens of swords were actually all Middle-grade Top-tier!

Heavens.

They couldn't believe their eyes, feeling like they were in a dream, very unreal.

What was going on?

How could Wuxie take out so many Middle-grade Top-tier weapons?

"Wuxie, you..."

They looked at him with extremely fervent eyes.

The Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Swords in their hands were not stained with the aura of time, which meant that their existence would not be too long, at least not more than a thousand years.

From this, it could be concluded that these Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Swords were not left over from ancient times, so where did they come from?

"I refined them myself."

Jun Wuxie didn't hide it, because so many Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Swords, and none of them were ancient swords, couldn't be hidden at all.

Instantly, the entire Qingyun Sacred Hall was as silent as death.

The sect higher-ups here all looked at each other, all seeing in each other's eyes a shock that could not be described in words.

They already knew that Wuxie cultivated both Talisman and Martial arts, and were amazed by his heaven-defying talent.

Who could have imagined that he was actually also a weapon refiner, and had refined so many Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Swords!

What did this mean?

Most weapon refiners, being able to refine one Top-tier Saint Artifact in their lifetime, that would be a miracle in their weapon refining career, a great honor.

But he actually refined dozens of Middle-grade Top-tier Saint Swords!

They couldn't imagine how he did it, if the facts weren't right in front of them, they wouldn't dare to believe it was true even in their dreams!

Talisman, Weapon, and Martial arts, all cultivated, and all outstanding, excelling in every field.

How could there be such a heaven-defying person in the world?

Such a person happened to join Qingyun and become a disciple of Qingyun!

"Hahaha! Heaven pities my Qingyun, hahaha!"

The Qingyun higher-ups came back to their senses, all so excited that they roared at the sky.

With such a disciple, why worry that the sect cannot be prosperous and glorious?