Chapter 1191: Chapter 1180: Nalan Jiuhuang’s Secret
Ning Fan stood not far away, jumping around while taunting, “So you’re just an old hag after all, ugly enough to play a young wife, you really have no shame.”
The reason Nalan Jiuhuang had turned into this appearance was due to two reasons.
One, she previously activated the Nirvana Phoenix Technique, burning some vitality; two, Ning Fan launched a sneak attack on her, forcing her to use excessive vitality to heal her inner injuries.
At this moment, Nalan Jiuhuang looked like a tottering old granny, even her hair had turned grey.
“Aunt Jiuhuang, are you okay?”
At this instant, the younger members of the Nalan Family quickly surrounded her, showing concern for Nalan Jiuhuang.
No matter how ugly Nalan Jiuhuang became, she remained the guardian god of the Nalan Family, deserving the respect from the younger ones.
People cannot escape birth, aging, sickness, and death; no one can avoid growing old, avoid growing age spots, walking with a tottering gait, and having hair turn grey.
“It’s not a big issue!”
Nalan Jiuhuang pursed her lips, a trace of cruelty in her eyes, as her hands came swooping out, carrying a strange suction force.
Shush shush…
“Ah…”
Immediately, two members of the Nalan clan were pulled over, their necks caught in Nalan Jiuhuang’s hands.
“Aunt Jiuhuang, what are you doing?”
Nalan Xiaotian stood to the side, witnessing this bizarre scene, refraining from pursuing Ning Fan, as he stared in disbelief.
Nalan Jiuhuang said nothing, her garments floated like flying, strands of hair stood vertically.
The scene exuded a furious aura like anger bursting through her hair.
“Run fast…”
Those fortunate enough not to be caught by Nalan clan quickly fled to the distance.
Squeak squeak…
The two people caught grew increasingly pallid, eye sockets sinking, quickly turning into skin and bones.
And Nalan Jiuhuang who grabbed them grew increasingly rosy, hair became black and shiny, age spots gradually faded, slowly reverting to a visage of forty or fifty years.
Then, she once again swooped out, seizing two startled Nalan clansmen, repeating her treacherous act.
…
By the time she reverted to a youthful appearance of about thirty, she had already extracted the vitality of over a dozen people.
These individuals lay on the ground, devoid of any breath.
“This…”
Nalan Xiaotian’s mouth gaped wide enough to fit an egg as he muttered, “Aunt Jiuhuang, these are our own people…”
“Stop with the nonsense!”
Nalan Jiuhuang, pleased with her rejuvenated youthful appearance, waved dismissively and discontentedly said, “To minimize casualties, you all better get off the mountain now and don’t interfere while I slay Ning Fan.”
“Yes, Aunt Jiuhuang.”
Nalan Xiaotian and others nodded vigorously like pecking chickens, hurriedly waved and together, swiftly departed like a gust of wind, soon disappearing from sight.
Ning Fan stood not far away, watching this scene, both amused and irritated.
Amused because they were actually killing their own people.
Irritated because his suspicion about Nalan Jiuhuang’s maintenance of her appearance and figure was instantly cleared; indeed, it was just absurdity.
This old geezer doesn’t possess some secret to prolong life and maintain youth, but rather, she achieves eternal youth through absorbing the vitality of other masters.
Such self-serving behavior disgusted Ning Fan greatly.
He glared at Nalan Jiuhuang from afar, sneering, “Old witch, no matter how much vitality you absorb, even if you become a blossoming young girl, you can’t hide the malice in your heart. Today I will rid the world of you, a scourge.”
“Heh, wanting to kill me is fine, but can you actually beat me? Otherwise, it’s just empty words, a colossal joke.” Nalan Jiuhuang grasped her hands in the void, finally adjusting the True Qi within her.
She once more became vigorous, full of energy, and looked like someone who could easily be mistaken for a dissatisfied young wife.
Nalan Jiuhuang, fearless, once again charged fiercely towards Ning Fan, hand seal changing, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly soar.
As Nalan Jiuhuang closed in, Ning Fan felt as if he was nearing an abyss, feeling as if he had entered a mountain of knives and sea of fire, and experienced utter torment.
However, Nalan Jiuhuang had wised up; she knew that even if she launched illusory fireballs at Ning Fan from the air, given Ning Fan’s superior movement technique, he could still dodge them whether from up close or afar.
So this time she aimed for close-range attacks, giving Ning Fan no place to evade.
Yet, this strategy played right into Ning Fan’s hands, for he feared Nalan Jiuhuang’s aerial attacks, leaving him unable to retaliate, lamenting futilely.
Ning Fan was still a master in the Peak stage of the True Origin Realm, still some distance from the half-step Aerial Mastery state.
Only upon reaching the Aerial Mastery Realm can one soar through the air, attacking an opponent from a height of dozens of meters.
Once reaching the Aerial Mastery Realm, the higher the cultivation, the higher the altitude, and the longer the flying time.
Nalan Jiuhuang’s cultivation had reached the Intermediate Stage of the Aerial Mastery Realm; her height and duration in the air were indeed terrifying.
Earlier, she launched successive strikes at him from a height of 20 meters, clearly not her limit.
Yet there was no room for Ning Fan to ponder, for Nalan Jiuhuang was already charging forward. Ning Fan hastily gathered all his True Qi to form a defensive ring, augmented by the Dragon Pearl’s breath, its color shifting unpredictably.
Thus, Ning Fan also dashed towards Nalan Jiuhuang, intending to test whether the Dragon Pearl’s breath could withstand Nalan Jiuhuang’s Nirvana Phoenix Technique.
Before he could reach her, Nalan Jiuhuang’s hands swirled, conjuring a huge illusory fireball, launching it at Ning Fan from afar.
Whoosh…
The illusory fireball brought with it a wave of heat, causing Ning Fan to feel the temperature rise ever higher.
Yet he held his breath, planning to withstand the fireball’s assault and seize the opportunity to rush to Nalan Jiuhuang’s side and eliminate her in one strike.
With a bang.
The fireball collided with Ning Fan’s defensive ring, creating a whimpering sound as it tore through the air, the intense friction between the illusory fireball and the defensive ring certainty raised the temperature even more.
Ning Fan gritted his teeth, feeling as if his entire body’s moisture would evaporate.
Still, he knew that at this moment he couldn’t afford to be complacent, employing a reflexive Iron Plank Bridge as a counter.
Sizzle sizzle…
The fireball merely grazed the defensive ring and deflected outwards, flying into the distance.
With a bang, due to gravity’s pull, the illusory fireball fell, striking the ground, and creating a one-meter deep crater, spewing dark smoke.
“That was close!”
Ning Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned his gaze to Nalan Jiuhuang once more, only to have his pupils contract with alarm.
Nalan Jiuhuang’s hands continued to whirl, the new illusory fireball between them growing larger.
If she completed its formation, she’d launch another wave of attacks against him, unfavorable for him.
Ning Fan wouldn’t give her this chance; he immediately pushed his movement technique to the limit, charging forward, with the friction tearing through the air, leaping upward to strike Nalan Jiuhuang head-on.