The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

This strange scene completely stunned Yan Xiaohu.

In the water, seeing someone writing with water, and he could actually see it, you tell me if that's impressive or not.

[Good work, deserved a reward, teach me next time!]

Yan Xiaohu quickly wrote on his Identity Token.

Zhou Qing could only nod.

Brother, actually there's no need to go through so much trouble, we're so close we can just transmit sound, no one will notice.

Then, the two of them descended bit by bit. To their surprise, the pond which looked small on the surface, turned out to be so deep inside.

After nearly half an incense stick of time, Zhou Qing suddenly pointed to a bright spot ahead, and the two immediately became alert.

Yan Xiaohu was about to write, but Zhou Qing wrote with water [No restriction, rest assured].

Now he was the king of this water, he could clearly sense if anything was hidden.

Then, he closed his eyes and used the water as his eyes to look inside.

He was shocked to find that there was a cave at the bottom, and the space was very large. Not far beside it, a few disciples of the Cangyan Daoist Palace were sitting together, eating and drinking, talking about something, occasionally laughing lewdly.

Zhou Qing opened his eyes, the flowing water forming words in front of Yan.

[I'll go up first!]

After saying this, he silently slipped in, appearing from the other side, and the few guards didn't seem to notice him at all.

Until Zhou Qing climbed up, quickly passed with a broken sword.

The few people died with puzzled faces looking at Zhou Qing, not knowing when this person appeared. There were so many of them, but they didn't notice a thing.

Zhou Qing quickly moved the bodies to another place to hide them, and then pressed one hand on the water surface.

Soon, Yan Xiaohu climbed out.

He first looked around cautiously, smelling a faint scent of blood.

"I say, you're pretty good with the water, what about the bodies?" Yan Xiaohu asked.

Zhou Qing pointed to a dark corner not far away.

Yan Xiaohu quickly went over and rummaged through the bodies.

Then he came back with several storage bags, whispering, "You're really floating now, not even taking money, little by little it adds up."

Zhou Qing nodded helplessly, indicating that he wouldn't do it next time. In that situation earlier, who had the mind to care about these external things?

After tidying up everything, the two of them silently advanced close to the stone wall.

Before long, eerie screams suddenly came from ahead, and the two immediately became alert, cautiously approaching.

When they saw the miserable scene in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp.

Even the old hen in Zhou Qing's arms seemed to feel the ominous atmosphere, shrinking its head abruptly.

They saw ten iron cages standing ominously, each cage holding no less than thirty people.

These people all emitted the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, but at this moment, their eyes were hollow, their faces dull, as if their souls had been searched countless times, leaving only a foolish shell.

Looking at their chests and abdomens, there were criss-crossing hideous scars, shocking to the eye.

This made the two of them think of the scene inside the humanoid puppet from before.

Zhou Qing had already identified earlier that these people were secretly captured cultivators used to refine humanoid puppets.

It seemed that arrays had already been implanted inside them, and when the time came, these people would be more flexible and combat-effective than ordinary puppets.

At the same time, on the iron frames on the other side, dozens of people were hung high like sacrificial lambs. They were being cruelly gutted, with red blood and white viscera being wantonly harvested. Some people were frantically stuffing unknown things into their abdominal cavities.

The screams worse than death were coming out from their mouths pitifully.

Those disciples of the Cangyan Daoist Palace in red robes were working with orderly precision, gutting, implanting arrays, rudely suturing, nourishing with potions…