Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 709 - 640: Ten Years in Seclusion

The Demon Lord Jile, enraged to the point of laughter, exuded a murderous intent that soared to the heavens.

"Do you really think I can’t purge the sect? Very well, I’ll make sure your divine soul is utterly destroyed, to never reincarnate, as an example for everyone!"

The pitiable look on Immortal Miaoyu’s face vanished in an instant.

She lightly shook her head and mockingly said, "Master, you truly are spent. If you still had any strength, why waste time with words and not just deal with your disciple?"

"Courting death!"

The Demon Lord Jile flew into a rage, forcefully gathering the last of his magic power to summon the Soul-Destroying Fan.

This was his only remaining demon soldier.

His storage pouch had been taken by Shen Xuan.

The other demon soldier, the Shield of Jile, had been shattered by Shen Xuan.

Many techniques could no longer be used.

Despite this.

As a demon lord in the late True Pill stage, the Soul-Destroying Fan only needed to unleash ten percent of its power to kill the unfilial disciple, Immortal Miaoyu, in front of him.

However, before the Soul-Destroying Fan could release its magic wind,

a half-transparent gigantic blue hand appeared out of thin air, precisely grabbing the Soul-Destroying Fan and pulling it down.

The Soul-Destroying Fan trembled lightly in the spiritual hand, unable to break free, instantly revealing its true form.

The Demon Lord Jile’s face was filled with horror.

A figure appeared in the quiet cabin, young, handsome, and elegantly composed, it was True Master Profound Ice, Shen Xuan, who had just finished magical combat.

"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, how did you get in?"

The Demon Lord Jile was chilled to the core, as a chill spread throughout his body.

He had roamed the Cultivation Realm for over four hundred years, how could he not guess at Shen Xuan’s intention?

"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, we can talk this out!"

However, Shen Xuan did not respond to him.

He lightly brushed a sword finger across the Soul-Destroying Fan.

The fan surface’s magical glow flickered violently, then dimmed.

The Demon Lord Jile’s body shook as he spat out essence blood once more.

Just now, Shen Xuan had wiped away the Divine Soul Brand of the Demon Lord Jile on the Soul-Destroying Fan.

He then tossed this upper grade demon soldier, the Soul-Destroying Fan, to Immortal Miaoyu nearby.

"Ten breaths."

Shen Xuan’s voice carried no emotion.

"Within ten breaths, send your master to the Western Bliss World."

"Can it be done?"

Immortal Miaoyu took the Soul-Destroying Fan, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

She bowed gracefully to Shen Xuan: "Miaoyu can do it."

After speaking, she swallowed a crimson demon pill.

It should be a demon pill that could briefly enhance realm cultivation.

Immortal Miaoyu’s aura grew significantly stronger, only a thread away from the early True Pill stage.

Subsequently, Immortal Miaoyu poured all her magic power unreservedly into the Soul-Destroying Fan.

The fan surface shone with a ghostly light.

"Attack!"

A yellowish magic wind suddenly flew out, like a venomous snake, striking the already spent Demon Lord Jile.

"No!"

The Demon Lord Jile roared, attempting to evade using his remaining magic power.

But heavily injured, his magic power had dispersed, how could he dodge?

Moreover, with Shen Xuan present, there were at least dozens of ways to prevent his movement.

Yet, it wasn’t necessary for him to intervene.

The soul-destroying magic wind enveloped the Demon Lord Jile.

Initially, an expression of bewildering ecstasy appeared on the Demon Lord Jile’s face.

Soon, that ecstasy was replaced by boundless fear and pain.

A few breaths later.

The soul-destroying magic wind dispersed.

In the quiet cabin, the Demon Lord Jile lay with eyes wide in terror, his expression frozen, lifeless.

His divine soul had turned to dust in immense fear.

Immortal Miaoyu held the Soul-Destroying Fan in both hands and presented it to Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan did not take the fan, but stared at Immortal Miaoyu and asked, "Do you know why I wanted you to do it?"

"I know."

Immortal Miaoyu softly replied, "The Demon Lord Jile always mistreated his disciples. Miaoyu suffered his abuse for many years, took advantage of his injuries, and attacked to kill."

"The Demon Lord Jile’s death was by Miaoyu’s hand, and has nothing to do with Senior Profound Ice."

Shen Xuan nodded, waved, and took the Soul-Destroying Fan.

Earlier, when Immortal Miaoyu boarded the Netherworld Bone Ship, he transmitted a divine soul message, giving Immortal Miaoyu two choices.

Either find an opportunity to kill her master, the Demon Lord Jile, as a gesture of loyalty.

Or wait for him to catch up with the Netherworld Bone Ship, and face Shen Xuan together with her master.

Immortal Miaoyu chose the former without hesitation.

Clearly, True Master Profound Ice would not allow the Demon Lord Jile to return to the Hehuan Sect.

And Immortal Miaoyu naturally did not wish to be buried alongside him.

"What about Wu Xiaotian and those fellow disciples of the same line?"

Shen Xuan asked calmly.

"They are loyal to the master, naturally accompanying him to the Western Bliss World."

Shen Xuan nodded slightly.

Whether they were loyal or not didn’t matter.

The key was not leaving anyone alive.

This Immortal Miaoyu was indeed perceptive.

Shen Xuan had a deep loathing for these demon cultivators under the Demon Lord Jile.

"Can you alone navigate this Netherworld Bone Ship?"

Immortal Miaoyu’s cheeks blushed slightly.

"If I have the command token of the Demon Lord, I can barely navigate the ship by myself."

Shen Xuan gestured with his hand.

A command token from the Demon Lord Jile’s waist flew into his hand.

"Is this the token?"

"Yes, Senior Profound Ice, it is."

Shen Xuan flung the token to Immortal Miaoyu.

"You know what to do?"

"I do."

Immortal Miaoyu bit her silver teeth and nodded heavily.

After speaking, she turned to leave the quiet cabin.

"Wait."

Immortal Miaoyu shuddered gently, turning back slowly.

Shen Xuan waved lightly, and the Soul-Destroying Fan flew to Immortal Miaoyu.

"I see this fan is connected to your fate, consider it a gift."

"Miaoyu thanks Senior Profound Ice greatly!"

Immortal Miaoyu knelt and kowtowed heavily.

"Return quickly."

Shen Xuan gestured dismissively.

As if speaking of a trivial matter.

Immortal Miaoyu rose, holding the Soul-Destroying Fan.

This time, her steps were much more determined than before.

After about a hundred breaths.

The Netherworld Bone Ship stopped in mid-air.

When Immortal Miaoyu re-entered, her hair was slightly disheveled.

Her immortal skirt bore traces of blood.