The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

At that time, they were certain that those coming to investigate wouldn't dare to get too close, only observing from a distance.

Therefore, these impostors from the Golden Thunder Sect and others dared to appear so blatantly, verifying the claim that the Golden Thunder Sect attacked the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect.

They just didn't expect the Celestial Secret Skills to be so marvelous, not only deceiving the human eye but even the Imaging Stone.

Moreover, after everything he and Yan had seen along the way, it's now almost certain that the most unsuspecting Phecda Sect has indeed colluded with the Cangyan Daoist Palace.

Although he doesn't know where the Master and the others have gone, he must take this opportunity to see Cyan Feather Immortal Sect's stance.

He didn't want to witness them putting on a show of self-inflicted suffering for sympathy at the last moment.

In no time, the opponent turned around and went back inside.

After tidying up their clothes, both of them quietly left.

Finding a secluded corner, they quickly changed. Zhou Qing was about to leave when Yan Xiaohu stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qing asked in confusion.

Yan Xiaohu smiled and said, "Do you really think your Yan would be reluctant to use that jade bead? The main entrance may seem ordinary, but it's fraught with hidden dangers. Let's go!"

Watching Yan Xiaohu's back, Zhou Qing shook his head with a smile.

After the two arrived at a certain place, Yan Xiaohu, as usual, grabbed Zhou Qing's arm. In a flash of light, they disappeared.

As they stepped in, a strong smell of gunpowder mixed with the scent of blood and scorched earth hit their noses, causing a feeling of oppression.

The sound of battle cries, weapon clashes, and the whooshing of cultivation techniques and divine techniques intertwined endlessly.

Looking up, they saw countless mountains in the distance ablaze, fierce flames licking the sky, transforming the once peaceful and serene Immortal Land into something that resembled Asura Hell.

Thick black smoke billowed, and the peaks trembled and collapsed continuously, emitting dull booms that raised clouds of dust.

Some mountains had already fallen, countless trees uprooted, their branches filled with various corpses.

Zhou Qing's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Such a scene, he would never allow it to occur at the Taiqing Sect.

"Wearing masks would be too conspicuous!" Zhou Qing thought, then immediately took out two scar-like objects resembling human faces from his Storage Bag and stuck them on their faces.

These were left to him by his second senior sister before she left, and he didn't expect to use them now.

"Do you want one?" Zhou Qing took out two more, but Yan Xiaohu shook his head in refusal: "Too ugly, forget it."

Zhou Qing had to put them away, then looked around, hurried to a corpse, and smeared some blood and mud on his face. Yan Xiaohu, after a moment's consideration, reluctantly did the same.

With their blood-stained clothes, they looked like they had just been through a life-and-death battle, their true identities completely obscured.

They then cautiously proceeded inside the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, witnessing scenes of utter devastation along the way.

The once magnificent and splendid buildings were now ruins, with charred wooden frames still emitting wisps of fire and smoke.

The ground was littered with broken tiles and stones, and bodies lay strewn in all directions, identifiable as either from the Golden Thunder Sect or Cyan Feather Immortal Sect by their clothing.

Blood pooled into large patches, reflecting eerie light in the flickering flames.

Some corpses still maintained their fighting postures, weapons clutched tightly in their hands, eyes wide open, seemingly unwilling to give up resistance even in death; others were mutilated, with limbs missing, clearly suffering immense pain before dying.

"Fourth brother, look here!" Yan Xiaohu suddenly discovered something and hurriedly called out.

Zhou Qing quickly went over and noticed a black-robed person with only half a body left, crushed under several corpses. Strangely, despite the grievous injury, one hand was still twitching slightly.

"Strange, there's no life force!" Yan Xiaohu tore off the mask covering the man's face.

The face revealed was that of a middle-aged man with protruding eyes, iron-blue, and stiff complexion.

Zhou Qing frowned, trying to find something on the body to identify which faction the black-robed people belonged to.

Though he already had an answer in his mind.

"No Storage Bag? Was it taken early by someone else? Damn, quick hands!" Yan Xiaohu cursed beside him.

Zhou Qing looked speechless.

Three days had already passed, and with this being the periphery, only a fool wouldn't take it.

But when he looked along the severed abdomen, his pupils contracted involuntarily.

"Array?" Zhou Qing was shocked.

"What?" Yan Xiaohu hurried over. Seeing the scene before him, he was also stunned.

The cut abdomen of the black-robed man still had an Array silently flowing, flickering with a ghostly light. Array Materials were clearly embedded in the flesh, tightly connected to the already turning blue and stiff skin.

Furthermore, black lines extended from the materials, growing recklessly within the flesh.

"What the hell is this?" Yan Xiaohu gulped down nervously, full of shock.

Zhou Qing shook his head lightly, then stood up slowly, his gaze cautiously scanning the surroundings.

Soon, his expression turned solemn, seeing the scatter of Cyan Feather Immortal Sect disciples' mutilated bodies nearby. Roughly counting, there seemed to be over a dozen.

Judging by the gruesome scene, it appeared these disciples resorted to self-destruction to take down the black-robed man before them.

"Such dense death aura!" Zhou Qing's nostrils flared slightly as he looked at the black-robed figure again, speaking softly.