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With a sharp "thud," Hong Yu's golden spear pierced through Li Xiaonan's chest.
Everyone present was stunned; it all happened too quickly and unexpectedly!
Li Xiaonan's Heavenly Gang Golden Body was no ordinary defense; even an immortal's attack might not break through it, let alone that of a mere Great Ascension Stage Cultivator.
Even Hong Yu was taken aback, questioning whether he was dreaming.
"Xiao Nan!"
"Xiao Nan!"
Crying out in despair, those who had been so confident suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage.
The women unleashed their most powerful attacks upon Hong Yu, while Nine Phoenix transformed into her phoenix form and, seizing the moment, pulled Li Xiaonan downwards.
He shifted his form, taking on human shape as he cradled Li Xiaonan and called out, "Boss! Boss!"
A streak of vibrant color flowed from the fiery phoenix eyes, turning into two blood trails that marked his cheeks, dripping onto Li Xiaonan's brow.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes tightly shut, pierced by Hong Yu's spear in the heart, leaving his fate uncertain.
A blaze of fury ignited within Nine Phoenix, spreading rapidly throughout her body.
"I will kill you! Ahhh!" Feathers unfurled from her delicate skin in waves, quickly enveloping Nine Phoenix until she transformed into a Birdman.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he laughed heartily, "So this is Transcendence! I never expected to comprehend it at such a moment. Fatty, take this!"
Nine Phoenix deftly manipulated his fingers, forming thirty-six hand seals in the blink of an eye, something he could never achieve in his true form, simply because the Phoenix body had wings but no hands.
"All birds return to the phoenix!" he shouted, his hands forming the Orchid Seal. Flames burst forth like agile little birds, soaring towards Hong Yu, their fiery glow illuminating the white clouds in the sky.
Hundreds of firebirds gradually converged, and with a piercing shriek, they gathered into a single phoenix larger than Nine Phoenix's true form, embodying the might of a thousand seas returning to their source.
The colorful feathers fluttered without wind, and the proud phoenix eyes coldly regarded Hong Yu, charging directly at his chest.
Startled, Hong Yu clenched his fingers into a fist and pulled back the golden spear from Li Xiaonan's body.
Seeing Nine Phoenix entangled with Hong Yu, the women hurried to Li Xiaonan's side. Mei Yingluo gazed at her son's empty chest, her spirit crushed as she sank to the ground, shaking her head and murmuring, "How is this possible?"
She stared blankly at the golden spear in Hong Yu's hand, where the tip pierced a bright red heart.
Li Xiaonan was dead—dead beyond doubt and in an utterly unscientific manner!
"No! Repairing Flesh Xiao Nan is possible; I can do it! I am a descendant of the Mei Family, I can! I must!" A glimmer of madness flashed in Mei Yingluo's eyes as her beautiful face twisted with fervor.
Crossing her hands, she held eight white pills between her fingers and softly commanded, "Go!"
One by one, the pills entered Li Xiaonan's chest cavity in succession, slowly coalescing into a mass that began to reconnect the severed blood vessels around him.
A faint glow emanated from Li Xiaonan's body, as if he were beginning to breathe once more.
Mei Yingluo's face brightened. Although she couldn't reshape flesh and blood like Li Xiaonan, she could use elixirs to replace the operation of blood and flesh, allowing Li Xiaonan's body to regain vitality!
Ling Kui frowned, gazing at the battlefield above.
The Spirit Weapon swung its tail, sending Amuzi flying. In a flash, it struck again, treating him like a ball to kick.
Scattered Immortal was already weak, and after being tossed around by the Spirit Weapon, his fate was sealed.
Two dragon whiskers moved slightly as the dragon head twisted and dove from above, biting down on Amuzi.
"Ahhh!" The shrill scream echoed through the sky as a Yuan Ying burst forth from Amuzi's body, fleeing in all directions.
"Hmph! Still trying to escape!" The Azure Dragon circled around, regained its human form, and with a wave of its right hand, a beam of Azure Light sliced through the air, striking Amuzi's Yuan Ying directly. The latter didn't even have time to scream before it turned into a wisp of remnant soul and vanished.
The Azure Light did not dissipate completely; it continued to fall downward.
Ling Kui was startled and hurriedly tried to intervene, but how could she withstand an immortal's attack?
Li Xiaonan lay on the ground, clicking her tongue as she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a large blue sphere flying toward her.
"Oh no!"
"Boom!"
Li Xiaonan's curse was instantly drowned out. Before she could even scream in horror, the Spirit Weapon's lightning-avoidance pearl struck her squarely.
Flesh was utterly destroyed, leaving not a trace behind.
The Spirit Weapon twitched at the corner of its mouth as it looked at its right hand. No way... Did I just kill Xiao Nan?
Dust swirled, carrying bits of flesh, as a cloud of black mist rose faintly from the ground. Yuan Ying, clad in Spirit Armor, sat cross-legged on the Carefree Fan, with a Seven-Level Pagoda hovering behind him.
Yuan Ying slowly opened his eyes. His previously expressionless face began to contort as he made incoherent sounds, like a newborn adjusting to its new body.
Finally, Yuan Ying moved the muscles in his cheeks, furrowing his brow and squinting his eyes. With a mournful expression, he said, "Father-in-law... Do you think I'm a lightning rod?"
Without Flesh, how could he Transcend Tribulation? If he couldn't Transcend Tribulation, how could he become an immortal?
The Cultivator's Flesh was destroyed; it could be said that he was completely crippled and would find it difficult to achieve great things from now on.
Li Xiaonan felt an immense frustration. Was it really necessary? I just took a nap! First, I was grilling skewers, and now I'm a lightning rod. What terrible luck!
As he fumed, a strange green light floated up from the ground.
Li Xiaonan was taken aback. Wasn't that the grass from the Spirit Platform?
New tender shoots sprouted between two green leaves, vibrant with life.
Oh no! It's coming over!
With a swift motion, the green light suddenly pierced into Yuan Ying's forehead, leaving only a droplet-shaped green mark behind.
Li Xiaonan rubbed his forehead and quickly checked his body, a grin spreading from ear to ear, looking more pitiful than joyful.
The Small Nascent Soul in his Dantian was operating on its own, with part of the True Essence Power flowing into the Golden Pill in the small Yuan Ying Pill field, while another part filled his brand new body, which was originally Yuan Ying.
All of this was already strange enough, but what puzzled Li Xiaonan even more was that the green grass had grown roots that firmly embedded themselves into the Spirit Platform's Jade Bed, emitting a faint golden light that repeatedly brushed against the Small Nascent Soul in his Dantian.
Li Xiaonan scratched his head, unable to help but wonder: Am I still Yuan Ying?
“Xiao Nan! How are you?” Yun Moyu carefully cradled Li Xiaonan, glaring angrily at the Spirit Weapon.
“It seems like I'm fine…” Li Xiaonan said, patting the armor on his chest in a daze.
“How can you be fine! How are you supposed to cultivate without Flesh!” Ling Kui flew up with a flash, unconsciously giving Old Dragon a disdainful look.
At that moment, the Spirit Weapon wished it could dig a hole and bury itself alive; being this kind of father was truly a burden on his son!
He looked at Li Xiaonan with deep guilt, wanting to step forward but hesitating. A group of women were glaring at him like wolves and tigers, along with a Little Monk with hair on his head, straightforward as ever.
Li Xiaonan waved his hand with a smile, “It's fine, I'm still here! Even if I died, it wouldn't matter; I could just cultivate the Ghost Path! Don't worry! Oh!” He suddenly clenched his fist and clapped, flying downward.
Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and Li Xiaonan vanished, moving even faster than before.
“Hehe! Luckily all my belongings are here.” The Soul Ring lay quietly in the dirt. He picked it up with one hand and gently blew off the dirt on top. Suddenly stunned, he muttered to himself, “Yuan Ying entity?”
Just as he was lost in thought, the Soul Ring seemed to come alive and crawled onto the back of his hand. With a snap, it tightly clasped around his index finger, shrinking its ring face by two-thirds and fitting perfectly.
Li Xiaonan chuckled foolishly as he touched the Soul Ring, feeling a sense of familiarity. This was the emblem of the Soul Gate's legacy, and it must not be lost.
He looked at his fingers, trying to clench his fist, and let out a couple of chuckles.
Qing Yu Year, who had been standing still, gazed at his miniature master and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for some unknown reason. Imitating Straightforward, he muttered a prayer and glanced upward.
Li Xiaonan lightly tapped the Carefree Fan with his toes and leaped onto Spirit Weapon's shoulder, laughing, "An immortal is indeed an immortal! You took down the Third-Stage Loose Immortal in one go! Impressive!"
Spirit Weapon wore a bitter expression, as if someone had burst a flower. "It's my fault for letting you down. I'll find a way to help you reshape your Flesh!"
Li Xiaonan shrugged it off. "No need to worry about that; we're family. Besides, it's not like you did it on purpose. I'm just unlucky! Look at the three still alive on the field—who's the weakest?"
"Naturally, it's that Tribulation Stage Hong Ci." Spirit Weapon crossed his arms behind his back, exuding an air of pride typical of immortals, disdainful of such group fights.
Li Xiaonan paced back and forth on Spirit Weapon's shoulder, rubbing his hands together. "How about I go up and exchange a few blows with him? What do you think?"
Spirit Weapon raised an eyebrow in alarm. "Have you lost your mind? You're currently at the Nascent Soul stage; you can't even protect yourself! A mere Foundation Stage Cultivator could wipe you out! Just stay put on my shoulder! Chestnut is almost done over there; Peach just needs to hold on a little longer!"
Li Xiaonan fell silent for a moment, his bright eyes spinning with determination.
He plopped down on Spirit Weapon's shoulder, swinging his little feet. His fingers twitched, and the Carefree Fan behind him suddenly shrank and was grasped in his hand, tucked behind his neck.
He clapped his hands together, a mischievous grin appearing on his face as he pushed off with one hand and shot toward Hong Ci.
"Xiao Nan!" Spirit Weapon gasped in shock, wanting to stop him, but Li Xiaonan had already flown into the battle circle.
“Oh, ha ha ha! Go! Hit him on the head!” Li Xiaonan extended her soft, slightly plump little hand and pointed at Hong Ci, as the Seven-Level Pagoda emitted a burst of golden light and flew toward him.
“Boom!”
In an instant, it struck Hong Ci, causing his eyes to fill with golden stars.
An Quan Tao wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, feeling delighted in his heart: Great! The boss is fine!
Suddenly filled with energy, he summoned a drum and began to dance in mid-air, producing a rhythmic “dong long dong” sound.
Li Xiaonan nodded in satisfaction and looked at her own body once more.
Indeed, this Yuan Ying was no different from her physical form; the techniques she could use before were still available to her now!
Experience brings true knowledge; just because other Yuan Ying couldn’t do certain things didn’t mean that Li Xiaonan couldn’t either.
She drew the Carefree Fan from behind her, stepped on An Quan Tao’s head, gripped the fan handle tightly, and leaped above Hong Ci. Channeling True Essence Power into her hands, she wielded the fan like a sword and fiercely aimed for Hong Ci’s crown.
“Smack!” A force sent Li Xiaonan flying away, landing on the glazed tiles of a nearby palace.
“Who dares to harm my child!”
“Xiao Nan, are you okay?” The first to rush to Li Xiaonan’s side was Straightforward. He carefully cradled her in his hands and asked softly.
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