The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

This deathly aura is completely different from the usual stench of death, mixed with an extremely special stench of a corpse.

It seems the other party has been dead for a long time.

Yan Xiaohu crouched down and forcefully pulled the black-robed figure out from the pile of corpses, intending to check it carefully.

"So this is where it was!" At that moment, a figure suddenly came whistling from afar.

This was a Nascent Soul Realm disciple dressed in the attire of the Golden Thunder Sect, now filled with joy upon seeing the black-robed corpse.

Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu, to avoid drawing attention, had long suppressed their cultivation to the Golden Core Realm.

"What are your names?" The Nascent Soul Realm disciple deliberately released a powerful pressure, enveloping the two like a mountain, as he sternly questioned.

Yan Xiaohu pretended to be scared and quickly bowed respectfully, saying, "Disciple Zhang San, greetings, Senior Brother!"

Zhou Qing also hurriedly cupped his hands and paid his respects, responding, "Disciple Li Si, greetings, Senior Brother!"

"Zhang San, Li Si, your efforts this time are commendable. You must know all humanoid puppets are crucial and cannot be lost. I didn't expect the missing one to be found here. When I return, I will definitely report your merits to the elders!"

The Nascent Soul Realm disciple's face showed a hint of satisfaction as he slowly spoke.

The two were shocked upon hearing this.

This turned out to be a puppet?

How is that possible?

"Why is only half of it left? Did you see the lower half?" The Nascent Soul Realm disciple squatted down, carefully examined the black-robed corpse, and furrowed his brow, his face full of doubt as he asked.

Yan Xiaohu immediately shook his head, saying, "I haven't seen it."

Zhou Qing, expressionless, scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, carefully confirming if anyone else had noticed this place.

From the other party's words, it was clear that this humanoid puppet seemed to be tightly controlled and crucially important.

Moreover, this puppet had extraordinary combat power. Many disciples of the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect had self-detonated to injure it to this state, leaving only half of its body, yet it still had some activity. More terrifyingly, it seemed it could be recovered and "revived" afterward.

Heaven knows how many more such humanoid puppets the Cangyan Daoist Palace has. If they could bring it back and examine it carefully, they might find ways to counteract such puppets.

At least they wouldn't be completely passive when facing these puppet armies.

Fortunately, this place seemed somewhat remote, with no one around for the time being. Zhou Qing then turned his head to Yan Xiaohu, saying, "Senior Brother, since we've found the upper half of the puppet for this Senior Brother, why not go all the way and bring the monk to the Western Paradise?"

Yan Xiaohu immediately understood and smiled slightly, "Sure."

The other party, not expecting the two to be so sensible, got up and said, "You two are quite good. As long as you follow me, you don't need to worry about points..."

But before he could finish, a cold gleam flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes as he attacked first.

The broken sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

"Puchi!" With a soft sound, he cleanly and swiftly beheaded the other party, blood gushing out like a fountain, splashing on the ground.

The body of the other party fell slowly, with eyes still carrying a trace of disbelief.

The distance was too close, and Zhou Qing's action was too swift, making it impossible for him to react.

Yan Xiaohu was full of surprise, wondering how a rusty broken sword could be so sharp.

The next moment, a ray of light shot out from the corpse of the disciple, extremely fast, attempting to escape.

But Yan Xiaohu, already prepared, instantly grabbed it.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Yan Xiaohu immediately performed a Soul Search. Quickly, the small Nascent Soul began to roll its eyes.

A few breaths later, Yan Xiaohu directly crushed it.

"Wan Yuanmin, mid-stage Nascent Soul, disciple of Cangyan Daoist Palace, he knew very little about humanoid puppets, but one thing is certain: there are many of them!"

Yan Xiaohu said grimly.

Zhou Qing nodded and pondered for a moment, "It seems all those attacking Cyan Feather Immortal Sect are from Cangyan Daoist Palace. We have underestimated their power. Using only a portion of their force and puppets, they managed to break a sect, and most of their strength is still lying in ambush near our Taiqing Sect."

Yan Xiaohu's expression also became worried upon hearing this. Then, at Zhou Qing's gesture, he put away the puppet.

Yan Xiaohu then looked at Zhou Qing with a resentful face, "This guy was mid-stage Nascent Soul. I even need Nascent Soul augmentation to fight him, but even with a sneak attack, it ended too quickly. Old Four, I have to hold onto your thigh in the future."

Zhou Qing extended his leg with a smile, "Hold for free."

"Scram!"

The two searched the surroundings again but didn't find the lower half of the puppet. Being made of flesh, it likely turned into flesh bits in the self-detonation.

Yan Xiaohu swiftly dealt with the corpse and took out a gray storage bag from his waist.

"More than 200 mid-grade Spirit Stones, quite a profit!" Yan Xiaohu was overjoyed.

After splitting them with Zhou Qing, they continued to sneak forward.

As they passed by a ruin, Zhou Qing's expression suddenly changed.

"Watch out!" Reacting quickly, he instinctively kicked Yan Xiaohu, sending him flying.

In the instant Yan Xiaohu was kicked away, a cold gleam shot out like lightning from the shadow of the ruins.

Zhou Qing's eyes narrowed, and with his broken sword swiftly blocking in front of his chest, a "clang" sound rang out like metal striking metal, with sparks flying everywhere.