After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 147 Watch closely
Ling Qing looked at Mo Jiuwei and clearly saw the seriousness in her eyes.

This is not just a casual question.

"Why not?" he said softly, already moving.

"Clan leader!"

The clansmen behind him were very worried, but they were powerless to stop him.

Mo Jiuwei was held in Ling Qing's arms, but her gaze was only fixed on Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan stood there, his brows furrowed, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

He and Ling Qing were completely different types. Ling Qing was like a clear spring in the mountains and a pine tree in the forest, while Feng Yuan was like a fierce tiger or a boulder.

He was physically strong, and even through his clothes, you could see the hard muscle lines on his body, which seemed to hide boundless explosive power.

Ling Qing walked calmly and confidently across a patch of scorched earth, then stood at a distance that was neither too far nor too close to the wind.

As Mo Jiuwei was looking at Feng Yuan, she felt Ling Qing's arm wrap around her body. She was completely protected in his arms, and she could hardly see anything.

She blinked and realized that Ling Qing was protecting her with her own body.

"Where did the spirit fire come from?" Mo Jiuwei asked.

Feng Yuan pursed his lips. "What faction do you belong to? I'm just kindly reminding you that other clans shouldn't interfere in the affairs of our two clans, otherwise, given your cultivation level, you're no match for them."

If it weren't for the bizarre fact that the sea of ​​fire had retreated and disappeared on its own, Feng Yuan definitely wouldn't have asked the questions politely; he would have attacked directly instead.

But now he can't figure out these people's backgrounds, and he doesn't know if there are any powerful forces behind them that he can't afford to offend, so he can only patiently try to find out.

"I know even if you don't say it." Mo Jiuwei glanced at him, her voice sounding like a soft sigh.

The Wind Chasers are truly no good. Bullying the weak might be acceptable, but treating people like dirt is going too far.

[If you want to kill the Divination Gods, then kill them. You could have given them a quick death, but you chose fire—the method the Divination Gods fear most.]

Since that's the case, then I'll repay them in kind; don't blame me then.

This glance sent a chill down Feng Yuan's spine. He felt a dangerous sense of being coldly watched, which almost made his hair stand on end!

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, but what he couldn't understand was that it was brought about by a doll—

Could she possess some powerful magical artifact or other deadly weapon?
“Ling Qing,” Mo Jiuwei suddenly said, “watch closely.”

What to look at?
Ling Qing was about to ask a question when she saw a patch of darkness appear in Mo Jiuwei's eyes, and her face was devoid of any smile or the sweet, childlike expression that once graced it; only coldness and ruthlessness remained.

She's looking at the distant wind!
Feng Yuan swayed, his whole body dazed, his gaze unfocused as he stared at Mo Jiuwei.

"Call your men over here." Mo Jiuwei opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

As everyone looked on in confusion, Feng Yuan suddenly ordered, "Everyone, gather together."

"Yes!"

The Wind Chaser Clan had been feeling incredibly frustrated, watching as the Diviner Clan was on the verge of extinction, when a sudden change occurred, and they stopped fighting.

Now that the boss has finally spoken, although his tone is a little strange and his voice is flat, everyone still responds excitedly.

The scattered Wind Chaser clansmen gathered together, completely unaware that Feng Yuan's figure stood there rather stiffly.

Ke Lingqing discovered it.

Ever since Mo Jiuwei opened her mouth silently, he noticed that Feng Yuan's body swayed, and then his entire demeanor underwent a subtle change.

He stared at Feng Yuan in astonishment, wondering where this sudden change had come from.

Thirty-six members of the Wind Chaser Clan arrived, all standing behind Feng Yuan, poised to receive orders. "Very good, everyone's here. We can begin."

The darkness in Mo Jiuwei's eyes faded, and a smile appeared on her face.

Then, she raised her hand, and a wisp of black mist, barely perceptible in the night, swirled around her fingertips, like a nimble little snake climbing a vine.

"Go."

With a flick of her finger, Mo Jiuwei sent the little snake flying, landing first on Feng Yuan.

"what--"

Feng Yuan had just emerged from the indescribable state of losing control of his body and hadn't even realized what had happened when he felt a sharp pain and burning sensation.

The pain started in his skin and flesh, but in no time it seemed to penetrate to his bone marrow, so much so that he didn't even have the strength to scream.

The fire spread from his body to the grass, and then to his subordinates. In an instant, the entire Wind Chaser Clan was bathed in black mist, with only the scorching heat telling everyone what they were.

Ling Qing was shocked and involuntarily took a step back. "This is... spirit fire?"

He was closest to it and sensed that the temperature of this heat wave was no less than what their Divination Clan had felt earlier.

The strange black fire, and the inexplicable dissipation of the flames just now, leave only one answer!
This must be spiritual fire without a doubt!

"Yes, spirit fire."

Mo Jiuwei seemed to realize something, looked at the person from the Wind Chaser Clan standing at the very back, and raised her chin slightly.

One of them must be spared.

The person on that body had the least flames because he was standing at the very back.

With Mo Jiuwei's movement, the fire on his body suddenly disappeared. He gasped for breath as if he had been given a second chance at life, and then the pain in his body made his face contort.

The people of the Divination Clan stared in astonishment at this scene.

They weren't standing very close, but that didn't prevent them from seeing clearly what was happening.

A group of people stood together, amidst a raging, boiling fire, a crowd filled with pain and fear...

Isn't this exactly the same as what their Divination Clan experienced just now?

Except for the Bu Shen clan, who did not actually experience the great fire!

What the clansmen understood, Ling Qing understood as well.

He suddenly looked at Mo Jiuwei, his eyes shimmering with a sense of shock—

The same things the Wind Chaser Clan did to the Diviner Clan were done to them by this little girl!
No wonder she reminded me, "Watch closely."

"This is war. It's either you die or I live. There's no escaping it." Although Mo Jiuwei was young, she spoke with great maturity. "If you want to protect your people, Chief Lingqing, your strength is not enough."

Ling Qing fell silent.

"You, lead the way." Mo Jiuwei pointed to the only surviving male cultivator from the Chasing Wind Clan.

"Take her, take her where?" the man asked, trembling and pale-faced, looking at her with fear as if she were a little monster.

“Of course I’m going to… your Wind Chaser Clan,” Mo Jiuwei said with a smile.

Moments later, the two flying boats soared through the night sky, heading straight for the Wind Chaser Clan.

An eerie silence fell over the airship.

The Bu Shen clan had experienced too many ups and downs tonight, and the people were still in a daze, unable to speak.