Here's the English translation of Chapter 5727:
Chapter 5727: Extra - Qiao Mu and Xuan Huang Defying Heaven: Protective Instinct
"This spiritual medicine was clearly discovered by all of us! Why should that strange child claim it for herself??"
The female cultivator, who had been standing by with veiled resentment, bit her lip hard.
"Records indicate that the Qiong Tian Yu Long thrives in cool, flowing air and is mostly semi-liquid, moving deep underground. Each time it appears, it does so silently in the shape of a dragon."
"The thin ones are about nine inches long, while the long ones can reach three feet."
"The Qiong Tian Yu Long before us is clearly three hundred zhang long. Its sheer volume is unbelievable!"
"Most valuable of all, Qiong Tian Yu Long can be used in medicine to refine potions that boost cultivation, suitable for all people and beasts. Direct consumption requires precise control, or it can lead to bodily explosion."
"Now, are we just going to watch this Qiong Tian Yu Long, which belongs to all of us, be snatched away by this child who appeared out of nowhere?"
The female cultivator pointed a finger in Little Qiao's direction, scanning the surroundings. "Shouldn't we unite and do something to recover our losses?"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded heavily.
A middle-aged man raised his wide sleeve and flung it, rushing in a straight line towards the end of the corridor, shouting, "All family disciples, follow me! The Qiong Tian Yu Long cannot be cheaply given to others!"
The people behind Nitian chuckled, chattering, "You all rushing forward, trying to bully our Tian Tian, have you asked for our permission?"
The others said nothing unnecessary, simply waved their hands, and leaped over one after another, intercepting the aristocratic families. Without a word, they began to fight.
As they fought, the companions thought: Cough, our Nitian was really right. She said there'd be a group fight, and in the blink of an eye, here we are!
Nitian stood behind Little Qiao at this moment, narrowing her eyes and turning to look at the chaotic crowd at the other end of the corridor.
Then she silently turned back to look at the child, who was closing her eyes and continuously collecting the Qiong Tian Yu Long.
Seeing that the child looked like she wouldn't stop until she had taken everything, Nitian couldn't help but sigh and shake her head: This robber mentality, it's probably inherited from her Xuan Huang!
The main thing was that the child still looked calm and indifferent, expressionless.
She didn't look like she was doing something as exciting as collecting three hundred zhang of Qiong Tian Yu Long!
That level of calmness made even Nitian want to complain.
Back then, when she robbed others, how turbulent her mood was!
This child was too calm! So calm, she almost didn't seem human!
With a flick of her hand, she batted away the rapidly gathering, thousands of golden fragments that were firing all at once.
Nitian raised her hand, shooting out hundreds of golden needles condensed from gold elements. Each one pierced through countless golden fragments, directly dissolving them into nothingness.
The nearby golden tubes, as if facing a great enemy, exploded one after another. Countless golden fragments, carrying a mighty wind, once again swept towards Nitian.
Nitian's wrist, resting by her side, quickly moved in two circles, drawing several arcs. She suddenly gathered all her strength in her right hand, and a stream of wind rapidly shot out from her fingertips.
A formidable power suddenly flew into mid-air.
Outside the corridor, the aristocratic family disciples were fighting fiercely with Nitian's companions.
Suddenly, a muffled buzzing sound was heard, shaking the entire corridor, shattering fragments, scattering roof tiles, and sending dust falling.
The members of the great aristocratic families looked back warily. Upon seeing it, they were almost dumbfounded and mentally disturbed.
They saw that the dense, simultaneous golden fragments that were heading for Nitian were gradually being swallowed by a golden light filling the sky, slowly dissolving without a trace.
How come the golden fragments that just made them cry for their parents and mothers have no effect on Miss Qin?
The nearby golden tubes, spaced five steps apart, immediately seemed to lose their power connection, falling with crackling sounds, like a pile of scrap metal, scattered all over the ground.
"You scoundrel, how dare you take it all?"
Everyone's eyes turned red with anger, glaring at the back of Little Qiao, wishing they could shoot several holes in it.
Seeing themselves blocked, the aristocratic family disciples paid no mind to anything else and all surrounded them.
One family head shouted, "All disciples, listen to my command, form the defensive grand formation!"
As he flung his hand, dozens of swords flew out, completely surrounding Nitian and her group.
The family head, taking advantage of everyone's chaotic moment, swiftly flew out, instantly reaching the front of the corridor.
Without thinking, he pulled a shining, pitch-black longsword from his sleeve and thrust it directly towards Nitian's shoulder.
This troublesome Qin Nitian, she should have died long ago!
Deep anger simmered in the family head's eyes. He lunged like an arrow released from a taut bow, aiming for Nitian's shoulder and neck.
Nitian slightly tilted her head, instantly shifting to avoid it.
But the moment she turned back, a silent sleeve-arrow flew out from the side, whistling rapidly towards her left shoulder.
Nitian frowned, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes as she looked towards the female cultivator hidden in the crowd, who thought she was well-concealed.
This female cultivator had previously incited everyone to go forward and had been waiting for the right moment outside the crowd. Nitian almost got shot by her when she found an opening; she was truly insidious.
Qin Nitian's eyes flared with anger, but before she could make a move.
Little Qiao, who was beside her, suddenly jumped as if pricked by a needle, her dark eyes, like secluded lotuses, bursting with ferocious fury.
The female cultivator thought she was well-hidden, never imagining that her every move had already been exposed.
Her hand, which had released the sleeve-arrow, barely retracted into her sleeve when she vaguely sensed a figure move before her eyes.
A small, jade-white hand suddenly shot out from before her, piercing through her left shoulder blade with lightning speed, too fast to cover.
"Ah!!" The female cultivator shrieked in pain, her body trembling. She instinctively recoiled backward.
Unexpectedly, the assailant followed like a shadow, her fierce five fingers passing through the woman's left shoulder, and with incredibly swift speed, brutally pinched her scapula.
Everyone present could clearly hear the crisp "crack" of bone breaking, and a deep chill rose from their hearts.
The female cultivator's screams then fell into everyone's ears, the sound extremely sharp, making everyone feel uncomfortable as their ears were pierced by the shrill cry.
The chill deep in their hearts, however, did not lessen in the slightest.
Especially...
Seeing the child who made the move, her face was expressionless from beginning to end, like a ruthless killing machine.
When those eyes, as dark as a cold pond, swept over them with a blank gaze, everyone's heart inexplicably thumped.
My god, to be stunned by a child's gaze?
It would truly be embarrassing to say it out loud, and no one would believe it.
Those present regained their senses, and this thought simultaneously arose in their minds.
Only that female cultivator truly smelled the approaching scent of death.
That small hand that pierced through her shoulder bone, seemingly soft, weak, and white as tofu, was actually harder than diamond. It pierced through and crisply crushed her shoulder.
She didn't know at this moment that Qiao Mu had added a Diamond Talisman to her hands, so her feeling was not wrong.
Indeed, these hands were comparable to diamonds, indestructible.
It hurt! The female cultivator was half-bowed, cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
This kind of pain, of being pierced through from the inside out and having one's bones crushed, only those who experience it firsthand can truly feel the fear.
She looked at the little girl standing in front of her with terrified eyes.
The child's height didn't even reach her waist. She was thin and small, looking fair, tender, and delicate.
Yet, within this tiny body, such cruel and tyrannical power was contained...
The child glanced at her, meticulously studying the expression on her face for three seconds.
Suddenly, she reached out and made a void grab, slowly drawing a sword from a shimmering illusory light.
As the greatsword was slowly drawn from the void, the female cultivator before her clearly felt her body instinctively tense.
Every nerve tightened, and she felt an extremely terrifying danger from the bottom of her heart.
She looked at the little girl opposite her in panic. In that instant, she shrewdly read four words from her dark, ancient-well-like eyes: "cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."
That's right, if you don't cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, they will grow back with the spring breeze. The child saw a hint of vengefulness in the female cultivator's eyes. If she didn't kill her now, there would inevitably be future complications.
Although the child said nothing, the flowing silver light deep within her withered eyes conveyed this message to others.
So terrifying, the female cultivator shivered.
A little girl, only six or seven years old, incredibly ruthless!
Since when did the children in this world become so terrifying?
"Little Bao." Nitian, however, was startled.
She hadn't quite reacted until now.
The child's movement speed was too fast!
When she came to her senses, the child's hand had already gone straight through Wang Yin's shoulder bone. When it was pulled out again, it was dripping with blood.
Nitian was momentarily stunned, her mind crashing!
When she saw the child drawing out the Fuxi Greatsword, which was even longer than her body, from her sea of consciousness, she immediately felt a sense of unease.
As soon as the Fuxi Sword appeared, everyone around immediately retreated several steps. Some of the aristocratic family members who had experienced the greatsword's power before even turned ashen.
With every inch of the Fuxi Sword that was drawn out, the child's face grew paler.
Her hands tightly gripped the hilt, allowing the greatsword to hum and tremble, laboriously controlling it.
This child is truly reckless! Nitian was so scared her heart almost leaped out of her chest. She hurriedly flashed to the child's side. "Little Bao, quickly put it away."
With the child's current strength, it was impossible to skillfully control the Fuxi Sword. Forcing it like this would only harm her body.
The last time she carelessly used the Fuxi Sword, it took so long for her to recover. Now, if she used it again, how could her spiritual sea of consciousness, including her body, withstand it?
She saw that the child had already drawn out more than half of the Fuxi Sword, and her body had become somewhat transparent. Hearing Nitian's call, she looked back with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Nitian leaped up and down, instantly arriving by the child's side. She grabbed her small hand, her tone serious. "Are you not listening to what Shishu says anymore? Put it away quickly!"
"Whoosh." The Fuxi Sword flickered, then suddenly disappeared into the air.
Everyone around let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the profound pressure that had been on them vanish with the Fuxi Sword's departure.
Unexpectedly, this child looks so thin and small, yet how can her body be filled with such immense energy?
Everyone was confused, looking around bewildered, their faces blank.
Has this world changed so much that even children are starting to mutate?
How can she be this strong? It's bad enough that they can't defeat His Excellency Nitian, but now even a child...
It made everyone feel utterly humiliated and miserable.
They all wanted to cry loudly.
Although the Fuxi Sword was put away, these people's eyes still held great hostility towards the child, their faces filled with deep wariness.
She wouldn't risk drawing the sword again, would she? She wouldn't do anything excessive to them again, would she?
Couldn't this child be like normal children, innocent, lively, and adorable?
Is it really that hard for her to be a normal person?
Nitian ignored everyone's suspicious, wary gazes and simply looked down at the child.
"You silly child, what could happen to Shishu? How could that woman possibly harm Shishu in the slightest? You mustn't be so reckless next time."
Nitian raised her hand and stroked the child's head, sighing softly.
The child had seen her being ambushed and gotten agitated, which was why she had suddenly acted, startling everyone present.
Don't let the child's usual obedient and expressionless demeanor fool you; once she gets agitated, she truly becomes a little harbinger of destruction.
At this moment, the child's fluffy little head gently nudged against Nitian's palm, her body swaying slightly.
That detestable female cultivator suddenly attacked, trying to harm Shishu. She couldn't let Shishu get hurt, no!
She had to protect them well, she absolutely had to protect them.
Qiao Mu's body swayed slightly again, then suddenly slumped down.
Nitian quickly picked her up and patted her back.
When she looked again, the child had collapsed onto her shoulder from exhaustion, deeply asleep.
"What's wrong with Little Bao?"
"Why did she suddenly fall asleep?"
"It's nothing, her mental energy is exhausted," Nitian said softly, patting the child's back.
Her two finely curved brows, however, were slightly furrowed, looking somewhat worriedly at the child's paper-white body.
Perhaps...
After this journey, it was time to discuss with Xuan Huang how to send the child back to her original place.
Otherwise, her missing soul, drifting for too long, would always cause great harm to her spiritual consciousness and body due to its incompleteness.
Especially since this child was so reckless, constantly expending a large amount of mental energy to try and control the Fuxi Sword, an ancient behemoth.
A child with no pulse naturally did not belong to this continent and would not stay with her and Senior Sister Xuan Huang forever.
Nitian sighed softly, raising her hand to caress the child's head.
Even though it would be incredibly hard to let go, Senior Sister would likely understand the stakes and, after much consideration, agree to send her back.
However, the thought of this child leaving them one day.
Her mood became very heavy, suppressed, and uncomfortable.
And... for now, she was unwilling to even think about it.
Will they truly be separated one day? Nitian's brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft sigh.