Stealing an Immortal Back to the Demon Realm Chapter 57

“A written order? It’s here.”
Shang Ningye lowered her head, pretending to take the written order from her storage ring. In reality, she took out a magic artifact and held it in her palm.
This magic artifact had been specially prepared for her by Mu Qiuhan. It contained the force of an attack from a Mahayana demonic cultivator.
At the same time, she pushed her internal beast core to its limits and cast a charm spell on the group of guards in front of her.
Shang Ningye felt a little uneasy. She had never used the charm spell on so many people at once and didn’t know if it would succeed.
But this was clearly not the time to dwell on that.
Shang Ningye tried to clear her mind of distracting thoughts and focused her attention on the guards before her.
Driven by her beast core, the beast energy within her circulated rapidly, finally gathering in her pupils.
Her dark pupils faintly shimmered with a jade-green color.
Although she couldn’t be sure if the spell had worked, Shang Ningye gritted her teeth, revealed the magic artifact clutched in her hand, and showed it to the guards.
She had already wasted a lot of time at this gate.
Seeing a few gazes already landing on her from the surroundings, she feared that if she hesitated any longer, she would attract all the guards from not too far away.
If any one of them recognized her and exposed her identity, she would probably be captured by these guards immediately.
Escaping then would be difficult.
Shang Ningye held her breath and raised the magic artifact, which was already faintly glowing with spiritual light, towards the guards.
She calmly spoke nonsense to the men in front of her.
“The Sacred King’s written order is here. May I enter?”
Seeing the guards staring at her palm with dazed eyes but not speaking, Shang Ningye thought, This is bad.
Did the spell fail?
If so, I’m afraid I’ll have to prepare for the worst.
Once again, she circulated her demonic energy, gathered it in her palm, and quietly channeled it into the magic artifact.
She was planning to force her way in.
She protected her dantian.
While Bai Zhan was still welcoming guests in the front hall, she wanted to fight it out with these numerous guards whose cultivation levels weren’t too high.
Perhaps with the many magic artifacts in her storage ring, she had a chance to rescue Chuxue.
Just as the attack artifact was about to be activated, one of the guards said, “Since you have the Sacred King’s written order, Milady, please enter.”
Hearing this, Shang Ningye reversed the demonic energy gathered in her palm and withdrew it completely.
She calmly returned the magic artifact to her storage ring.
After thanking the guards, Shang Ningye walked past them with her back straight, though it was covered in cold sweat from that tense moment.
Once inside the courtyard, Shang Ningye didn’t dare to delay. She walked quickly towards Chuxue’s location, observing her surroundings with her peripheral vision.
The guards in the courtyard were not as dense as those outside the gate, only sparsely positioned in various corners.
After quickly memorizing the guards’ positions, Shang Ningye followed the aura to a closed door and knocked.
She reached out and tapped it lightly a few times.
Seeing no movement from inside, Shang Ningye said clearly, “The Sacred King has sent this servant to deliver medicine to Your Ladyship. Your Ladyship, may this servant enter?”
Her words were directed at the person in the room, but also for the guards in the courtyard to hear.
There was still no response from the room, but Shang Ningye could sense Chuxue’s aura inside.
She immediately pushed open the door and slipped inside.
After closing the door, Shang Ningye quickly cast a silencing spell to block all sound from the room.
The room inside was decorated in vibrant red, just like the outside.
Two candlesticks with dragon and phoenix patterns burned brightly on a table. Beside them, wax dripped down like tears.
Before a bed draped with crimson curtains, a woman in red sat upright.
Shang Ningye walked to the person’s side and called softly, “Chuxue, it’s me.”
Seeing the person make no movement, Shang Ningye couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
How could this be?
Is this a trap deliberately set by Bai Zhan?
Shang Ningye’s eyes narrowed.
She couldn’t bother with etiquette now. She went straight forward and lifted the bride’s veil.
When those incredibly familiar eyes and brows appeared before her, Shang Ningye sighed in relief.
The person before her was indeed Chuxue.
But she sat stiffly like a puppet, showing no signs of life, as if her soul had been extracted from her body.
Shang Ningye, who had just relaxed a little, tensed up again immediately.
She gently shook Chuxue’s body.
No reaction.
So, she gathered demonic energy in her palm again and slowly probed Chuxue’s meridians.
But as soon as the demonic energy entered Chuxue’s body, it was repelled by an unknown force.
Shang Ningye was furious.
Not only was Chuxue’s spiritual energy sealed by the mystic iron artifact on her right foot, but she had also been placed under a restriction.
She couldn’t move her body or even make a sound.
Did she go through the wedding ceremony in this state?
This appearance clearly showed she had been forced.
Shang Ningye didn’t know what kind of forbidden spell the other party had used, nor how to break it.
There was no time to study it carefully now.
After a moment’s thought, she took out Dream Floating Life from her storage ring.
Mu Qiuhan had forced this into her bracelet before she left, and unexpectedly, it was actually useful.
Shang Ningye cut her own palm and Chuxue’s, formed a hand seal, and activated the magic artifact.
Only after hiding Chuxue inside Dream Floating Life did Shang Ningye feel at ease enough to come out.
She calmly smeared some of the spiritual blood from Chuxue’s palm onto the side of the bed.
Then, she left the bedroom with a composed expression.
After leaving the courtyard, Shang Ningye breathed a brief sigh of relief.
The celebration in front of the hall was about to end, and guests were already leaving the palace one after another.
Shang Ningye took advantage of the chaos, mingled with the crowd, and left the cold, white jade palace.
After sending a message to Elder Xuankong, Shang Ningye didn’t want to delay any longer.
She found a secluded spot, inserted crystal stones into her flying magic artifact, and sped off alone towards the outskirts of Cold Moon City.
Shang Ningye didn’t even use a wind-riding spell.
Although she had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage these days, the demonic energy in her dantian was still very limited and needed to be saved for more critical moments.
More importantly, she worried someone might follow her aura.
The wind on the snowy mountain whipped against her face, and a determined glint flashed in Shang Ningye’s eyes.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before Bai Zhan discovered his bride was missing.
Chuxue was now in the magic artifact, so Bai Zhan couldn’t sense her aura for the time being.
However, Dream Floating Life would consume Chuxue’s lifespan, so it wasn’t a long-term solution.
Mu Qiuhan had only given her one aura-concealing magic artifact. How could she hide the tracks of two people in this world of ice and snow without using Dream Floating Life?
If only I could find a large forest.
Shang Ningye didn’t dare to slow down and threw a few more crystal stones into the magic artifact under her feet.
She pushed her internal beast core to its fullest, carefully sensing the terrain for hundreds of miles around, hoping to find a patch of green.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, but the cold, snowy wind instantly froze them into frost.
Shang Ningye’s brow was already white with frost.
This kind of weather was hard for her, a plant spirit, to endure.
But what was even harder to bear was that at the city gate not far ahead, the city-guarding soldiers suddenly became busy.
The sound of something tearing through the air came suddenly from behind her.
Shang Ningye’s pupils contracted, and she whirled around.
Streaks of white light grazed past her, flying towards the town ahead.
Seeing that those people weren’t coming directly for her, Shang Ningye cautiously stopped where she was.
With the arrival of that group, a barrier suddenly appeared at the city gate.
The already strictly inspected area was now completely surrounded by a sky-high barrier.
If she tried to move forward, she would inevitably touch the barrier and alert the guards in the city.
Shang Ningye strained her eyes to look ahead.
Atop the city wall, the leading demonic cultivator who had just passed her was giving instructions to the city-guarding generals.
One of the generals had a fiery temper.
It was unknown what the demonic cultivator said to them, but after hearing it, the general shouted loudly, “Who on earth dared to ruin the Sacred King’s wedding banquet? They must have incredible nerve! We absolutely cannot let them leave Cold Moon City!”
Shang Ningye’s heart sank.
These people are so fast.
She looked around and found that the path ahead was blocked.
The group on the city wall had just passed by her. If she turned back now, wouldn’t it confirm that she had something to hide?
If she did, they would probably notice her immediately and become suspicious.
In a flash, Shang Ningye remembered what the general had just said.
They only seem to know the bride is missing and don’t yet know who did it.
A bold idea suddenly entered her mind.
Shang Ningye put away the aura-concealing magic artifact and fully revealed her cultivation level.
She continued in her original direction, went to the city gate, dismounted from her flying magic artifact, and knocked on the closed gate.
On the city wall, the white-robed demonic cultivator’s attention had indeed been on Shang Ningye all along.
She was the only unfamiliar traveler they had encountered on their way here from Cold Moon City.
Just now, if this woman had shown the slightest intention of retreating, he would have personally stopped her.
However, seeing Shang Ningye approach the city gate alone like this, the white-robed demonic cultivator frowned.
He was the general with the highest cultivation under Bai Zhan, his demonic energy close to the Mahayana realm.
The woman before him looked like just a minor demon at the Nascent Soul stage.
It was absolutely impossible for her to escape from him.
The white-robed demonic cultivator’s powerful spiritual sense locked onto the woman before him.
At the same time, he secretly sent a voice transmission, giving an order to the guards at the city gate.
Receiving the order, the guard slowly drew the long sword from his waist.
Just as Shang Ningye, feeling uneasy, walked up to him, the cold, glinting tip of the sword pointed directly at the spot between her eyebrows.