The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

His face grew even paler, devoid of any color, and his eyes began to show a hint of confusion and fear. His body trembled, as if he might fall from the sky at any moment.

In contrast, Zhou Qing was still full of vigor, making Song Yuan deeply suspicious—could our cultivation levels be reversed?

"No, I will surely die if this continues."

Due to excessive blood loss, Song Yuan felt his heartbeat accelerating rapidly. As the saying goes, it's better to live humbly than to die well. Although he didn't obtain the antidote, the Palace Master must have a solution.

Having no way to deal with Zhou Qing, Song Yuan finally forced himself to calm down.

Looking at the gazes of countless people below, he felt a deep sense of frustration.

But he could distinguish between losing face and losing his life, especially since Yuan Ya had said that reinforcements from the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect were on their way.

"Zhou Qing, you first poisoned me, then united with others to ambush me. This is not over!"

Song Yuan shouted loudly to the surroundings, then turned and fled without hesitation.

This scene left Zhou Qing momentarily stunned.

Wait, I'm supposed to be the shameless one. You're too concerned about your reputation, aren't you?

But with the punch you gave my senior sister Shi Zhen and those heinous acts in the cave, did you think you'd escape today?

Zhou Qing's feet flashed with silver light. In an instant, he chased after Song Yuan, the Golden Crow's shadow emerging again, engulfed in flames, and pounced toward Song Yuan.

Perceiving the danger from behind, Song Yuan shook his head fiercely, trying to stay awake. At this critical moment, he summoned the red bell again to block behind him.

He even poured all his spiritual power into the red bell without reservation.

The bell shone brightly, and the runes on its surface moved like living creatures, releasing powerful defensive energy, buzzing loudly.

The Golden Crow's wings spread wide, burning with dazzling golden flames. It collided with the red bell instantly, and the deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

A clear and terrifying sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the red bell. Seeing this, Song Yuan couldn't believe his eyes.

The next moment, the red bell could no longer withstand the impact and shattered. Countless fragments flew in all directions like raindrops.

As the bell shattered, Zhou Qing shot out like a black lightning bolt from the midst of the flames and debris.

The tetanus in his hand radiated a chilling light, instantly closing in on Song Yuan.

The shattering of the bell severely injured Song Yuan, and the backlash of spiritual power made him constantly vomit blood, his body swaying.

At this moment, he could only stare in terror at the approaching figure, wanting to dodge but unable to.

"Puff!"

A cold flash of sword light, and Song Yuan's head flew off, blood spouting from his neck like a fountain.

Immediately after, a mini Nascent Soul, identical to Song Yuan, fled in panic like a wisp of smoke.

Zhou Qing was prepared. He snorted coldly and swung the broken sword in his hand, a strand of Thunder Sword Qi forming an invisible rope to trap the Nascent Soul instantly.

Seeing the Nascent Soul struggling and screeching, Zhou Qing approached and swiftly captured it.

After securing it, he looked at the distant manor that was still rumbling, ready to go assist when he suddenly heard two whistling sounds approaching from behind.

"Zhou!"

Zhou Qing immediately halted and looked up to see a man and a woman, both emitting the aura of Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

Judging by their attire, they seemed to be from the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, but Zhou Qing didn't recognize them. Yet, they appeared to know him.

"I am Chu Binli of the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, and this is my junior sister, Deng Rui," the man promptly introduced.

Zhou Qing saluted, "Greetings, Brother Chu, Sister Deng!"

"We heard your cultivation has been restored. Congratulations! Leave the rest to us," they said, then sped toward the manor, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Qing smiled at this and, tucking the old hen in his arms more securely, swiftly followed.

Soon, he saw Elder Blood Bone fleeing in panic, pursued by several figures locked in combat, sword lights and spiritual power intertwining.

"Third senior brother, don't let them escape!" Zhou Qing shouted.

At this moment, Yan Xiaohu was covered in blood, his face pale as paper, with no hint of color.

"Why are you always the one making a name for yourself while I'm stuck dealing with these minions?" Yan Xiaohu complained.

Yet, he knew that Zhou Qing was looking out for him. Damn Blood Bone, attacking from the shadows despite your age—shameless!

After speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, his face flushing red, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Don't forget Senior Sister Shi Zhen!" Zhou Qing reminded hastily while fighting fiercely with Blood Bone.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohu's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly flew downward.

A cunning Nascent Soul Great Perfection expert, if determined to escape, no one could stop him.

Soon, Elder Blood Bone, wounded, regretted underestimating his opponent. Not only did he lose Song Yuan, but he also found himself in a dire situation, forced to flee in grief and helplessness.