When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 2 Can a wizard’s child be a Muggle?
Why should she accept her fate!
In his arms was the storage bag that he had snatched from the evil cultivator's waist. When the evil cultivator's life was in danger, he reached for the storage bag. There must be something in it that could save his life.

However, the storage bag requires spiritual awareness or spiritual power to open. Although Zhou Ling was born in the world of immortals, in order to hide her mother's origins, they have been hiding in the mortal world and have never been exposed to the cultivation techniques of the immortal world.

She has no spiritual awareness or spiritual power, but she is her mother's child, and her mother is a magician, so how can she be a Muggle?

Divine consciousness and mental power are essentially of the same origin. She just didn't believe that she couldn't handle this small low-level storage bag today!
When people are in desperate situations, the potential they are forced to unleash is beyond their imagination.

Putting the storage bag on her forehead, Zhou Ling put in a lot of effort and concentrated all the mental power she had trained when she was bored on the storage bag. This was her first attempt to probe her mental power into another small space.

The moment she gained visibility of the storage bag, she couldn't believe it for a long time.

It succeeded in one try.

According to her previous experience of reading novels about cultivating immortals, doesn't this thing have the imprint of the spiritual consciousness of the previous owner, and cannot be used without erasing it?
Thinking about the fact that its previous owner had been killed by my mother with a brick... Well, it seems reasonable that after a person dies, the spiritual imprints left behind during his lifetime will also dissipate.

She quickly looked through the items in her storage bag, looking for something that could save her life.

Fire talismans, thunder talismans, two sword talismans placed in a high-end jade box, and a pile of unlabeled bottles and jars. When I opened them and smelled them, they were pills!

My goodness, there is no weapon at all! She and her mother left in such a hurry that she forgot to bring the short sword from the evil cultivator. Now, she is unarmed and has to rely on these talismans to save her life?
Zhou Ling dragged her mother and tried to hide under the tree, covering herself with thick dead leaves to hide her body.

However, most cultivators rely on their spiritual sense to search for abnormalities, and such little tricks can be easily detected as long as one pays attention.

Zhou Ling held a few pieces of talisman paper in her hands and hugged her weak mother, not daring to breathe too loudly. She kept praying to God, asking him to let her and her mother escape this disaster. In the future, she promised to burn incense whenever she saw a temple and become a complete believer in God!

But as a few sinister laughs and the sound of footsteps were heard in front, the glimmer of hope in Zhou Ling's heart collapsed.

"Hahahaha! Even though I'm late, when luck comes, nothing can stop it! Girl, you're lucky to be in my belly today. After I eat you and advance my cultivation, I'll leave your mother an intact corpse, okay?"

Over and over again... Zhou Ling hated this kind of threat to her and her daughter's death the most! But at this moment, she suppressed her anger with all her strength and raised her head with tears in her eyes.

There were several dirty gray marks on the tender little face, and the slightly red eyes with tears welling up in them were a perfect way to scare people.

"Really?" The little girl asked sincerely with a thick nasal tone, almost arousing the sympathy that the evil cultivator had long thrown away.

He clenched his fists hard to suppress the strange emotions in his heart.

"Really, I never lie."

Hearing this, the little girl who was hugging the woman and hiding under the tree seemed to have made up her mind. She slowly stood up while crying and walked towards the evil cultivator step by step.

The evil cultivator was stunned. He was just playing with the food like a cat playing with a mouse before eating it. Who could have thought that the little girl actually believed his words, was not afraid of him at all, and even came over to give him food?
Whether or not to leave her mother's body intact is not up to him. The sect will package and sell the corpses of mortals collected nearby to the Corpse Refining Sect. He can't disobey the sect's order and release one secretly.

Forget it. He’s not a good person anyway, so I’ll just cheat him.

The evil cultivator looked at the little girl who was slowly walking towards him, rubbed his hands, and drooled.

The little girl slowly raised her left hand and said, "Uncle, can I eat from my hand first?"

Clear and sincere eyes, though a little dirty, but looking at the soft and fragrant little hand right in front of him, could the evil cultivator say no? His attention was completely focused on the little hand that was stretched out, and he didn't notice that the little girl took advantage of his distraction and suddenly threw forward with her right hand clenched into a fist.

Driven by mental power, it is the sword talisman treasured by the evil cultivator!

Almost at the moment of the attack, the sword talisman turned into sword energy, with the power to split mountains and break seas, and hit the evil cultivator head-on!
Zhou Ling didn't expect that the power of this talisman was so great.

The evil cultivator had long disappeared in front of him, and even his soul had been completely dispersed by the sword energy.

Originally, there was fog and rosy clouds in the deep forest, but now, there was only fog in front of Zhou Ling's eyes. The sword energy chopped down all the trees in the field of vision.

The bald forest and the half-peaked mountain that was sliding down diagonally in the distance ahead, all left a shock on her young mind. Zhou Ling's eyes were dull and she turned her head with a stiff neck.

Now... the commotion has gotten out of hand. ...

"Brother Xue! Master said there is a village at the foot of Nanshan Mountain that has not been defended. Right now, a group of evil people are slaughtering the village. Let you and I go and rescue them!"

Mu Canghe swung his sword to cut off the knife of an evil cultivator, broke the enemy's encirclement, and rushed to the side of his junior brother.

"At the foot of the South Mountain? You mean the side where there is a powerful person who can split the mountain?"

Xue Changsheng thought he had heard wrongly. There were masters over there, so why did they need to get in the way? He saw with his own eyes that the majestic sword energy directly cut off half of the mountain on the opposite side. Such powerful masters usually have bad tempers, and low-level cultivators like them dare not go over and join in the fun.

Upon hearing this, Mu Canghe leaned over to look in the direction he said, and his expression changed instantly.

"Where are your eyes! That's the aura of the Hengyue Sword Talisman! Hurry up, the fellow Taoist who got this sword talisman might be in trouble over there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode on his sword and arrived there first.

Xue Changsheng's expression was also a little ugly. He swept his sword across the evil cultivator who was blocking in front of him and summoned a flying magic weapon to follow.

He... How could he have imagined that someone who inherited the Hengyue Sword Art would appear on the battlefield near the Shengguo Sect. He was the first one to notice his existence, but if he died here or something else happened to him, he would be to blame!

The inheritance of the Hengyue Sword Technique concerns the entire world of immortal cultivation. It has been nearly two hundred years since the last sacrifice. This sword technique can no longer find a successor, and who knows how many cultivators above the Jindan stage must be sacrificed to stabilize the trapped demon!

Now, someone who can activate the Hengyue Sword Talisman has finally appeared, but nothing must happen... nothing must happen!
Although he started a few breaths later than Mu Canghe, Xue Changsheng, despite his anxiety, rushed ahead of him to the position where the sword talisman was first activated.

The scene was so tragic that the word "tragic" was not enough to describe it.

The evil cultivators whose necks were twisted, the evil cultivators who were burned by fire, the evil cultivators who were turned into carbon by lightning, the evil cultivators who died by drowning...

In the middle of the fallen corpses, there was a dead shield formed by sword energy, protecting a mother and daughter.

The girl was covered in blood, her face was pale, and she fainted in the woman's arms, breathing weakly.

The woman, who was also covered in blood and had a fierce look in her eyes, was not in much better condition. She held on to her last breath and did not fall down. She held the girl in one hand and held a small branch in the other. She pointed at them, her lips moving slightly, as if she was whispering something.

"Don't be afraid! We are not bad people. We are disciples of the Wandao Sect who are here to help the Shengguo Sect resist foreign enemies. Look, I'm wearing the sect's Taoist robes. Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

Xue Changsheng carefully spread out his hands, expressing his goodwill, and took tentative steps forward.

The protective shield formed by sword energy was obviously formed by Hengyue sword energy, but there were two people inside, and he couldn't tell which one was the inheritor of Hengyue sword techniques.

But no matter which one it was, they were all seriously injured and needed help.

But the woman's nerves were already stretched to the limit, so how could she listen carefully to what the suspicious man said? Seeing that he was not afraid of the protective shield that could cut people and still dared to step forward boldly, she subconsciously waved the branch in her hand.

Just heard a whoosh sound!
Xue Changsheng felt a chill between his brows and his whole body froze in place instantly.

"Junior brother!" Mu Canghe, who was following closely, was startled and exclaimed.

"I'm fine! Don't come over, they are very scared." Xue Changsheng swallowed, his heart beating wildly.

After practicing Taoism for many years, this was the first time he saw someone using such pure wood-based magic.

Although this spell was light and had little lethality, the aura was too pure! It was as if Mu Ling had hit him on the forehead himself. It was hard to imagine that this spell was cast by a person.

Could it be that the woman inside is a good candidate for top-grade wood spiritual roots?

Or maybe, she is the inheritor of the Hengyue Sword Technique?
(End of this chapter)