That Was a Spirit Transformation Cultivator

The Spiritual Qi charged Floating River Sword flashed through the air, then slammed down onto the monster's outstretched claws.

The jailer could only see the dark claws that were about to fall on his face, which were then severed on the ground with a soft thud.

Then Sang Ying kicked the monster away.

With the jailer's danger averted, he immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. His limbs felt numb and weak, and he was completely unable to move.

The monster that had been kicked away quickly got up from the ground. It seemed to feel no pain and swung its mutilated hands, attacking them once again.

Sang Ying frowned and said to the jailer, "Find a place to hide first; this monster is unusual."

The jailer knew how terrifying the monster was; his knife had been destroyed by it. But he, a grown man, had run away in the face of danger, leaving a young woman behind to face the same peril—something he simply couldn't bring himself to do.

"No, how can I leave you here alone?!" the jailer immediately refused.

Before the jailer could continue, several figures descended from the sky, kicking the monster away once more. The Wuming one was even more ruthless; after discovering that swords and knives were ineffective against the monster, he directly retrieved the interrogation chains from the cell, hooked the monster with a hook, and swiftly chained it to the thickest pillar in the cell.

"Fellow Daoist Sang isn't alone," Duan Hanyi quickly appeared between the two. "Look closely, we're with Fellow Daoist Sang!"

These words sounded like both a boast and a statement of stance. The jailer wanted to say something more, but after seeing the swift movements of these men, he swallowed his words.

"What exactly is this monster? How did it get into the cell?" Seeing that the jailer had stopped talking, Duan Hanyi looked away in boredom and instead looked at the monster that was tightly bound.

The jailer looked over and saw that the trapped thing was covered in red markings, as if it were Curse.

He gasped, utterly bewildered. "Logically, the prison should be located within the city lord's mansion, guarded by City Guard. How could this monster have broken in so easily?"

Hearing this, Sang Ying sensed something was amiss. "Why don't you go out and see if your City Guard are still there? What if they've only gone out to rescue others?"

"That's impossible!" The jailer hurriedly shook his head. "There are several squads of City Guard. Even if they went to rescue others, they would at least leave one squad to protect the city lord's mansion. This monster entered so easily, and we didn't hear any other noise in between. Something must have happened to the City Guard!"

The jailer grew increasingly worried as he spoke, and immediately grabbed another longsword and went out the door.

The weapons in the Hidden Nether Realm are unlike those in other small worlds; they are mostly ordinary things without Spiritual Qi. They might have some deterrent effect on ordinary people, but they are completely useless against monsters like these.

Sang Ying was worried that the man might encounter danger if he went out alone, so she went out with him. However, before leaving, she specifically instructed Wuming and Duan Hanyi to stay behind and guard the monster.

She had a feeling that they could find something useful from the monster.

The jailer had barely left when Sang Ying followed him out. He turned around abruptly and saw that handsome face, and for a moment he was a little nervous. "What are you doing following me? It's not safe outside."

Although the jailer's attitude towards Sang Ying and the others hadn't been very good before, they had saved his life today, so the jailer couldn't help but change his opinion of them. Remembering how dangerous it was outside, the jailer couldn't help but give them a few words of advice.

But when Sang Ying drew her sword, the crackling purple lightning on it immediately stunned the jailer.

"Don't worry, your knife doesn't seem to work against this kind of monster. My sword is more reliable," Sang Ying reassured him.

The jailer certainly knew how powerful the sword was; he had personally witnessed it slice off the monster's hand as easily as cutting tofu.

But deep down he was still a little scared, worried that it was just an accident.

However, Sang Ying didn't give the jailer a chance to persuade her again and rushed out first.

With the city lord's mansion so large and unattended, and even Liu Duanyue going into the city to rescue people, naturally many monsters broke in.

As soon as the monsters caught the scent of living people, they rushed toward them, baring their sharp teeth.

Sang Ying didn't flinch, gripping her sword and charging forward. The monster was troublesome and fast. But no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't outrun Sang Ying, a Spirit Transformation cultivator. In this era of scarce Cultivation Resources, a Spirit Transformation cultivator, especially one like Sang Ying who wasn't even four hundred years old, was practically a rare find.

Once she stopped deliberately concealing her Spiritual Power, none of the monsters in the entire city lord's mansion were a match for her.

The moment the longsword, crackling with heavenly lightning, struck, the monsters instantly lost their ability to move. In no time, the entire city lord's mansion fell silent.

The jailer standing to the side rubbed his eyes hard and stared at them for a long time before he dared to believe he wasn't seeing things.

"This... this..." For a moment, the jailer didn't even know what to say to express his astonishment.

Jiang Zhuoxue flicked her sleeves, her expression utterly calm. "No need to panic. As the jailer guarding us, don't you know that you're imprisoning a Spirit Transformation cultivator?"

"Transformation, transformation, Spirit Transformation?!" The jailer's eyes widened even more.

After seeing Jiang Zhuoxue nod affirmatively, the jailer's eyes glazed over. He finally realized what kind of big shot he had offended.

Spirit Transformation cultivator! That's Spirit Transformation cultivator! A figure he'd only ever heard of in legends since childhood, a figure who could become the new city lord with just a few words, and now he was actually standing right in front of him!

He even imprisoned the man, forbidding him from seeing the city lord!

The jailer slapped himself several times, feeling utterly remorseful.

Jiang Zhuoxue watched this scene with a smile, but he wasn't so kind as to offer any words of comfort. In his opinion, such disrespect towards Sang Ying deserved a little punishment.

While they were still getting their faces slapped in the face, Sang Ying's battle was already over. These monsters felt no pain or blood loss, and even after their limbs were severed, they would still wriggle and continue attacking Sang Ying.

After several attempts, Sang Ying discovered that only by cutting off their heads could she completely silence the monster.

When she returned after putting away the Floating River Sword, she saw the jailer with a swollen face and a distraught appearance.

Sang Ying asked curiously, "What's wrong with him? He was perfectly fine before!"

Jiang Zhuoxue smiled gently at her beloved, "I don't know either. Perhaps he has remembered the mistakes he made and is now repenting."