I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

In order to cater to the general trend in the cultivation world, Ning Ruan had already decided before he put pen to paper that he would continue writing articles about cultivating immortals.

But unlike the backgrounds of the previous novels, this is a world where dynasties are respected.

The setting is in line with the national conditions of the spiritual world.

Add to that the concept of rebirth, which is to go back to the past across the long river of time, and the various talent buffs added to the protagonist...

For the monks in the spiritual world who had never read novels, the first glance at this book was like drinking sweet rain, and they were soon completely immersed in it.

By the time everyone came to their senses, it was already dawn.

"Huh? Why is it gone?"

"It's noted in the lower right corner that it's to be continued. This book isn't even finished yet!"

"How could this be? I just saw someone coming from the hidden sect, how come he's gone?"

In the square that should have been silent, waves of unwilling questions broke out almost simultaneously.

I was clearly at the crucial point when it suddenly stopped.

The discomfort was so severe that it felt as if someone was squeezing my heart tightly, making my chest feel suffocated.

"No, Fellow Daoist Liu, what hidden sect are you talking about? Is there anything about this in the novel?"

There were those who could not resist Ning Ruan's propaganda and purchased the novel tentatively, and naturally there were also those monks who never thought that this thing was really useful from the beginning to the end.

It’s useless, so there’s no need to buy it.

It's already the limit of how long I have to wait to ask.

After all, throughout the entire night, everyone who was reading the novel was very focused and was not affected by the outside world at all.

His face was sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing, with extremely rich expressions, making it difficult for them to ignore it.

The cultivator called Fellow Daoist Liu showed a look of regret, "There are many things written in the novel, not just the hidden sect. Oh, no, I have to go to Linglong Pavilion to ask. If I can't read the sequel today, it will be difficult for me to calm down."

Having said that, the man flew away directly.

Extremely fast.

While the monk who asked the question was stunned, dozens of figures suddenly turned into streams of light and chased after Fellow Daoist Liu.

"……This this……"

Was there something wrong with his meditation last night, or was there something wrong with his eyes?

Is the novel really that good? Why so many monks are eager to ask about the so-called sequel?

No.

That’s not true. After all, there are still more monks left.

The monks who had the same idea as him silently glanced at their fellow monks who were still holding novels and reading them over and over again.

However, just as the thought came to his mind, he heard someone beside him sneer with a smug look on his face:

"Stupid, the novel was written by Ning Ruan, wouldn't it be better to ask her directly instead of asking Linglong Pavilion?"

The monks who have not read the novel: ...

Very good, now they are also beginning to feel itchy.

……

When Ning Ruan slowly arrived at the square, she clearly found that the audience today was much larger than that of the previous few days.

The most eye-catching among them is a group of people wearing gorgeous and exquisite clothes, with accessories and head ornaments all over their bodies.

South China Empire!

Only this country loves this kind of dress.

Of course, Ning Ruan recognized them not only by looking at their clothes, but also because he saw Princess Qianxue among this group of people, whom he had barely met once when he first entered the Yunshan Secret Realm.

The other person was also looking at her.

There is exploration and confusion in the indifferent gaze.

"Little Daoist Ning, you're finally here. Where's the rest of your novel? It really ends at the wrong time!"

Ning Ruan had just looked away when someone in the crowd asked excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, several more voices echoed loudly:

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Ning, what's next? Why did the hidden sect come here? Did Su Yu and the Ninth Prince successfully become a Taoist couple? They finally expressed their feelings to each other, so they are not going to separate now, are they?"

"How could they be separated? They are both called imperial concubines, so they must have become Taoist couples. Fellow Taoist Ning, can you write more about rebirth?"

"It's more important to sell the remaining parts as soon as possible. When will Linglong Pavilion be sold? Are they doing this on purpose? Just to whet our appetite?"

The little fat boy was listening with great interest when suddenly a huge pot fell from the sky.

God knows, even if they have this intention, they can't realize it.

As for the sequel to the novel, based on his understanding of Miss Ning, it remains to be seen whether she actually has the intention or not.

Of course there is no Ningruan.

But it didn't stop her from writing temporarily. She just had to stay up all night. "The second part will be sold at Linglong Pavilion in three days."

As soon as Ning Ruan finished speaking, someone couldn't help but ask, "Part 2? Is there a third or fourth part?"

As the half-master of Linglong Pavilion, the little fat man stood up at the right time and responded with a smile:

"Of course there is. The novel was written by Miss Ning. As you have all seen, Miss Ning has to come here every day to take on the challenge, so naturally she has less time to write the novel. It is divided into several parts so that the novel can be published as soon as possible so that you can see it as soon as possible. It is not that my Linglong Pavilion does not sell it."

"..." If that's the case, then doesn't the competition delay Ning Ruan's novel writing? ? ?

The expressions of all the monks who were looking forward to the sequel of the novel became strange and complicated.

Yu Linxi didn't read the novel.

I also disdain to watch those things that only ruin my life.

So at this moment he flew directly to the center of the square.

His eyebrows raised slightly: "Can we fight today?"

Ning Ruan touched the sword case behind him.

She believed that this guy was not seeking revenge for the Yu family.

But the desire to beat her up was so strong that she believed it!

The emperor has not shown up today.

The one who came was Eunuch Jiang from yesterday.

Seeing this, he nodded and looked at Ning Ruan: "Whether the competition starts is up to you."

"Oh." Ning Ruan nodded.

The opponent has already taken out his sword, is there still room for decision?

She looked at Yu Linxi who was holding a heavy sword opposite her, then turned her head slightly and cast her gaze at Yu Zhengyuan who had an expressionless face in the crowd.

Suddenly he said, "I heard that you beat up someone from the Yu family yesterday?"

Yu Linxi was impatient: "So what?"

Ning Ruan smiled: "I hate him too, so now, I am very happy."

Yu Linxi: “???” What does it have to do with him whether you are happy or not?

Before he could utter a word, he saw the girl opposite him raise her hand and four sword lights suddenly flew out from the sword box behind her.

red.

橙。

yellow.

green.

Four swords.

Four handles???

Yu Linxi's eyes widened:

"You...you can control four swords?"

"Yes." Ning Ruan responded, "Since you are happy, I will give you four swords."

“!!!” Four swords... Ning Ruan had been hiding his abilities the whole time.

Yu Linxi couldn't help but take a deep breath. She had clearly overestimated the other party, but he still...

"Four swords are fine. I have one sword, which is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy sword in his hand had already been swung towards Ning Ruan without holding back.

Wherever the sword passed, it was as if a mountain collapsed and the air made an exploding sound.

The sound was extremely terrifying.

The power was so strong and fierce that even the monks watching from the sidelines could not help but sigh:

"The Child of Destiny is indeed so terrifying."