Chapter 215
Another log notification popped up:
<8> 4:10 AM: Li Qingran licked the bag, gaining a large amount of resources, a damaged spiritual weapon - Nine-Loop Arhat Golden Staff.
"Oh no, not... not looting corpses!" Chen Huai'an's face changed dramatically.
<9> 4:12 AM: Li Qingran rescued a demon cultivator girl and is now carrying her to the entrance of the secret realm. Thinking of Master.
Chen Huai'an: "Huh?!"
Wait a minute, stop thinking about Master for now.
He had more or less accepted the idea of killing the monk Huikong, and rescuing a demon cultivator was something he could begrudgingly accept.
But combining the two was just too much for him to handle!
Chen Huai'an was fully awake now, glancing nervously in the direction of the three major sacred grounds.
How was he going to explain this when they came out? He couldn't just pick a fight with the three major sacred grounds, could he?
They say those sacred grounds have cultivators in the Mahayana stage, while he was limited to the fifth layer of the Dongxu stage at best. He couldn't win against them...
It seemed his own disciple had gotten into trouble.
Chen Huai'an's first reaction wasn't to blame her, but to think about how to help her escape.
"Stay calm, I must stay calm." Chen Huai'an sat upright on the Shengxuan, feeling as if he were sitting on a bed of nails, constantly reassuring himself: "Li Qingran must have her reasons for doing this. I just need to believe in and support her... Hmm, maybe the monk Huikong was tempted by her beauty? Or perhaps he was after the treasures in her hands? Or maybe he was just looking for trouble!?"
The more Chen Huai'an thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and the angrier he became.
Suddenly, he blurted out, "Damn it, good job! That bald donkey deserves it!"
As for saving that demon girl, well, he had to admit that so far, every demon cultivator he had encountered had been nothing but trouble. But that didn't mean there weren't any good ones among them. He couldn't just condemn them all; perhaps the girl Li Qingran saved had her own story.
After convincing himself, Chen Jianzun was just waiting for his disciple to come out so they could make a run for it.
Then another cultivation log popped up.
<10> 4:22 AM: Li Qingran and the demon girl encountered four direct disciples from the Chixiao Peak of the Qingyun Sect.
Huh?!
Chen Huai'an frowned slightly.
In the mirror of the Yanghun, he saw Li Qingran's cold gaze as she drew her sword, ready for battle.
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"Li Qingran, I'm very disappointed. I never expected you to become like this after leaving the Qingyun Sect."
Lu Changtian looked at the trembling demon girl in Li Qingran's arms, her face pale and exuding demonic energy.
He had followed her with Zhang Hanxiao and the others, first hearing the sounds of fighting, then the thunderous roars.
To be safe, they waited until the thunder subsided before moving forward, only to be enveloped in gray mist with a loud bang.
The range of spiritual awareness in the secret realm was significantly compressed, and with the low visibility of the gray fog, the four of them wandered around for quite a while.
When they finally emerged, they saw Li Qingran carrying a demon girl.
"Why should I care about your opinions when I, Li Qingran, do things?" Li Qingran glanced indifferently at Lu Changtian and tried to walk past him.
But Lu Changtian stubbornly blocked her path.
He looked at Li Qingran's face, which had become much more beautiful than before.
He felt that Mu Baishuang was nothing compared to her. The old Li Qingran would have smiled at him, but now all he saw was indifference and disgust.
Why?
She used to admire him so much.
Was it just because of his momentary mistake?
Who hasn't made mistakes?!
"Li Qingran, you need to walk the right path."
"I am walking the right path."
"She is a demon cultivator."
"She saved me."
This wasn't just empty talk.
If it weren't for Mo Shumei depleting Huikong's trump card and exposing his injuries, even if she broke through to the Jindan stage, she would still have a hard time against Huikong.
After all, he was a naturally gifted individual, and she was at a disadvantage by three small realms.
"You've really lost your mind. Is this what the Sword Pavilion and your Master taught you? Come back to the Qingyun Sect with me." Lu Changtian reached out to grab Li Qingran.
Li Qingran took a step back to avoid his hand, her right hand resting on the sword hilt, her gaze as cold as steel.
"The Sword Pavilion is great, and my Master taught me well."
She pressed her finger against the sword guard and gently pushed, whoosh—
The Su Xuan sword slid out of its sheath.
The blade reflected a murderous intent that seemed almost tangible in her eyes.
"You insult my sect and slander my Master. Today... I, Li Qingran, will settle the old and new scores with you!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Changtian not only didn't get angry, but a glimmer of joy appeared in his eyes.
In the Ten Thousand Mountains, before the tombstone of the Demon Lord's heir, Mu Baishuang knelt there, her hair disheveled, fingers tracing the tombstone, a fierce smile spreading across her face.
"Chen Huai'an... you killed the heir, so I'll kill your disciple first!"
At this moment, the fierce gaze of Lu Changtian gradually overlapped with that of Mu Baishuang.
Facing Li Qingran's sword light, he boldly drew his sword to meet her.
"Li Qingran, today I will teach you what it means to respect your elders and seniors!"
The swords clashed, ringing out sharply.
Lu Changtian staggered back over ten paces, the ground beneath him exploding with deep cracks.
His knuckles, nearly embedded in the sword hilt, turned pale, and blood dripped from his palm down the sword hilt.
He suddenly looked up, his throat constricting with the taste of blood, his usually cold face now a stormy sea.
"When... when did you reach the Jindan stage?!"
The wind seemed to freeze before Lu Changtian's eyes, his pupils constricting.
Ten paces away, Li Qingran crushed a piece of bluestone under her shoe, frost patterns silently spreading beneath her feet.
The Su Xuan sword's sheath pointed diagonally to the ground, splitting the blue bricks with a straight crack, stopping just half an inch from Lu Changtian's boot.
"Lu Changtian, I told you back at the Qingyun Sect, I, Li Qingran, owe you nothing."
As Li Qingran spoke, the sword's spine reflected the dim sky, the waning moon slipping through the clouds, casting two cold stars in her eyes.
Lu Changtian's throat tightened as he took steps back.
He could hear his sword trembling in its sheath, like a snake with its throat constricted.
"Li Qingran, I... I was once your senior brother!"
"Get lost—" Li Qingran's voice shattered in the cold wind, mingling with the sound of the sword.
"Die!"
The last word fell.
The sword energy tore through the twilight.
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Chapter 231: Today, I Will Kill You
"What are you all standing there for? Come help!"
Watching the fierce sword light, Lu Changtian raised his hand to cast a sword barrier, but since he had switched to body cultivation, the defensive effect of the Xiaowuxiang Sword Technique had greatly diminished.
Knowing he couldn't withstand the sword light, he called for help from his three junior brothers.
After all, he was their senior brother with whom they had spent so much time together.
Although they were baffled by the sudden turn of events, Zhang Hanxiao, Xiao Yifeng, and Yun Zimo all sprang into action, trying to intercept the sword energy Li Qingran unleashed.
"You're aiding the wicked; I'll kill you all together!"
Li Qingran's gaze turned colder, steam rising around her.
Just as she was about to unleash another sword technique, she realized her spiritual energy was nearly depleted.
The Qinglian Sword Classic was incredibly powerful, combining speed, lethality, and pressure, but it consumed far more spiritual energy than the Xiaowuxiang Sword Technique.
When she had just condensed her top-grade dantian, she thought she would have so much spiritual energy that it would be a waste not to use it. But after encountering the Qinglian Sword Classic, she had learned her lesson.
The four disciples from Chixiao Peak barely managed to withstand the sword energy together.
Seeing Li Qingran running out of spiritual energy, they were all overjoyed.
"Li Qingran, you have no spiritual energy left! Let's see what you do now!"
"Li Qingran, you actually want to kill your former senior brother? Even a dog has feelings; how can you be so ungrateful!"
"Everyone, Li Qingran no longer sees us as senior brothers; we are just her enemies. Can't you see that?" Lu Changtian's eyes turned sinister as he stood up with his sword: "Since we are enemies, we must distinguish between life and death!"
"Li Qingran, if we can cripple you once, we can do it again!"
"Shut up." Li Qingran looked at the four of them, who had changed their faces like flipping a book, and found it laughable.
Why had she spent so long at Chixiao Peak, waiting for them?
Why had she hoped they could return to their former selves?
Perhaps they had always been like this.
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