Chapter 474: Five Magnetic Element Mountain Shows Its Power

"You! You brat!"Wu Manyue trembled, letting out an angry shriek. But just as she was about to move, the long sword pressed a little tighter against her throat, drawing a shallow mark on her pale skin that looked as if it might soon bleed.

"I have a name. You can call me Jiang Fan," Jiang Fan said calmly. "If you want to be polite, you can even call me Junior Brother Jiang."

Wu Manyue was furious. Her small fists clenched tightly, and her full chest rose and fell rapidly as she spoke: "If you've got guts, stop with these sneak attacks! Let's have a fair fight!"

Jiang Fan chuckled. "Senior Sister Wu, you're quite humorous. Besides the three Nascent Soul Fifth-Stage puppets you control, you yourself are a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul Fifth-Stage. And I'm just a humble junior disciple of the Nine Sects. A 'fair fight' with me? That joke's a bit cold."

What? Humble strength? A junior disciple with humble strength who instantly killed a Nascent Soul Fifth-Stage Beast King with just a glare?

"Jiang Fan! I have no time for your nonsense!" Wu Manyue's eyes turned cold as she spoke very seriously. "I'm giving you only two choices! First, return every single demonic core from the Sky-Shattering Gorge that belongs to me! Second, we fight until one of us is dead!"

Jiang Fan replied without hesitation, "I'll make a third choice! Senior Sister Wu hands over the three small black flags, and I'll spare your life."

"Hahaha!" Wu Manyue sneered, turning her head to glance at the empty air behind her. "Kill me? Do you dare? I haven't hidden my identity. If you strike me with that sword, do you know what the consequences will be?" She simply didn't believe Jiang Fan had the guts to kill a Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciple. Doing so would bring about immense disaster!

Suddenly, the hand around her waist tightened, pulling her firmly into a warm embrace. Her delicate shoulders, smooth hips, and long legs were pressed tightly against Jiang Fan's body.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, mortified.

Jiang Fan whispered close to her ear, "Look at what's in front of us."

"In front?" Wu Manyue looked up. A pile of raging flames billowed with black smoke, emitting a pungent odor. Faintly, she made out what was burning: four or five bodies! Her pupils constricted, and she asked in disbelief, "You're burning bodies? Sacrificed Nine Sect disciples?"

Jiang Fan said meaningfully, "Sacrificed Nine Sect disciples are always transported back to their homeland for a proper burial. Only unidentified bandits would be cremated so casually."

"Hiss—" Wu Manyue's delicate body trembled, and she gasped. "You... you killed Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciples?" What bandit would dare operate recklessly in the Boundary Mountain? And what would bandits be robbing here? Demonic cores? Without a doubt, the slain individuals were Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciples who had concealed their identities!

Jiang Fan shook his head. "No, no, no. They were just a bunch of bandits who treated human lives like dirt and caused the deaths of several Nine Sect disciples. Everyone has the right to kill them. And Senior Sister Wu, you also almost killed three of our top Nine Sect disciples, didn't you?"

Hearing that last sentence, Wu Manyue's heart sank. This Jiang Fan was simply lawless. He killed Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciples without hesitation! She quickly said, "Don't falsely accuse me! It's true that I designed for them to deplete the Beast King's strength for me, but I had no idea they were Nine Sect disciples!"

Jiang Fan said lightly, "You think saying 'I didn't know' will make everything go away? Senior Sister Wu, you say that so easily. If I killed you, could I also just say 'I didn't know' and have it brushed aside? Conveniently, the fire hasn't gone out yet. There's enough room to burn one more of you." As he spoke, the long sword slowly moved, its cold edge cutting into her skin, causing an intense stinging pain.

A hint of panic appeared in Wu Manyue's eyes. "Wait! I'll give you one black flag!" She separated one flag from the three. But the hand around her waist suddenly loosened, snatching all three black flags. Then, he abruptly pushed her off the small snowdrift.

As Jiang Fan pulled off his Turtle Breath Cloak, a joyful expression appeared on his face. He gazed at the three small black flags with evident pleasure. "Thank you, Senior Sister Wu, for bringing me these treasures from so far away."

Wu Manyue tumbled off the snowdrift, boiling with shame and rage. "My ancestors are not your gift! I'm not done with you!" She was truly enraged. She had returned forcefully, bringing her three puppets, but her moment of glory lasted less than three seconds before Jiang Fan snatched away all three black flags! Could anything be more humiliating than this?

Whoosh— Her wine-red robe billowed without a breeze. Inky black chains shot out from her sleeves like spitting serpents.

Jiang Fan tapped his toes, executing a movement technique that carried him back dozens of feet.Bang— The chains slammed into the snowdrift, instantly shattering it. Wisps of visible black flames clung to the ice shards, rapidly burning them to ash.

"Even without my puppets, I'll still deal with you, you bastard!" Wu Manyue, burning with shame and fury, shook her hands. The black chains, like twisting, frenzied serpents, pursued Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's eyelids twitched slightly. This woman's weapon was rather strange. The black flames were no ordinary fire; they were a type of Yin fire. If touched, they would not only burn flesh but also the soul. Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciples at the Nascent Soul Fifth-Stage realm possessed formidable strength. Without employing soul secret techniques, defeating them in a normal fight would be quite challenging. Leng Qingzhu before, and now Wu Manyue, were both like this. However, Jiang Fan was no longer the same as he used to be.

With a shift in his gaze, he decisively pulled out the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain. It was time to test the effects of this spiritual artifact. The moment he took it out, an incredibly heavy force dragged him downwards. He quickly circulated his soul energy to envelop it. Unexpectedly, held by his soul energy, it suddenly became incredibly light, like a feather. This reminded Jiang Fan of the Nascent Soul cultivator's cave dwelling, which contained a Nine-Dragon Demonic Cauldron that also required soul energy to lift. However, with that Nine-Dragon Demonic Cauldron, Jiang Fan could only move it slightly even with all his soul energy, while the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain in front of him was easily lifted.

Whoosh— The sound of chains rapidly approaching. Jiang Fan cleared his mind and immediately enveloped the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain with his soul energy, hurling it towards Wu Manyue.

"What's that? Throwing a rock at me?" Wu Manyue paused, then burst into laughter. "If you really don't have any magical artifacts, just call me 'good sister,' and I'll give you two!"

But very quickly, Wu Manyue realized something was wrong! The Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain, which had appeared to be fist-sized, grew rapidly with the wind, instantly transforming into the size of a small hill! A massive shadow enveloped her. What shocked Wu Manyue even more was that the five-colored light emanating from the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain possessed unparalleled magnetic force.

With a clang, the chains in her hands were completely pulled away by the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain, sticking tightly to its surface. Wu Manyue tried to pull them back, but they didn't budge. It was as if the chains had grown onto the mountain!

It wasn't just her who was affected! The Mourning Frost sword on Jiang Fan's back clanged, suddenly yanked away and sucked onto the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain. Xia Chaoge's treasured sword in her hand also trembled violently. Her expression changed slightly, and she circulated her Nascent Soul Fifth-Stage spiritual power, trying to control it. Yet, with another clang, it tore free from her grip and was forcibly pulled away! Liang Feiyan's sword at her waist, Fu Chaojun's zither in his hands, and even all of Ouyang Jun's hidden weapons were sucked away! In an instant, the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain was covered with magical artifacts clinging to its surface!

Ouyang Jun's eyes nearly popped out of his head! "This... this is the Five-Magnet Primordial Mountain, a spiritual artifact from our Thousand Refinements Sect that no one has been able to activate for hundreds of years?"