The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 296 Junior Sister Lu, where are you? I can't see you, I can't tell! (6k)

[Mysterious Armor Returning to Origin Formation: This is a perfect four-colored formation, combining offense and defense. Even a Spirit Severing Realm expert would find it difficult to break through in a short time.]

Upon seeing the feedback from the assessment, Zhou Qing frowned.

This is trouble!
After a brief hesitation, he gently tugged at Lu Yaoyao, and the two quietly left.

"What are we going to do now? Such a good opportunity, but he just had to hide in that turtle shell!" Lu Yaoyao said, somewhat annoyed.

Zhou Qingze looked thoughtful.

Judging by the time, there should still be two hours left before the [Misfortune Scroll] expires.

He will likely continue to suffer bloodshed during these two hours.

On the other hand, since the other party will have bad luck during these two hours, can we interpret it as, from their perspective, extremely good fortune?

You could even say that they were Yan Sen's destined final tribulation?
In that case, we must make good use of these two hours.

If he recovers even slightly, things will inevitably get complicated when the fight starts.

After all, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse!

"We need to find a way to lure him out of that magic array!" Zhou Qing tapped his brow with his fingertips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Hearing Zhou Qing's words, Lu Yaoyao nodded repeatedly and said, "But he is seriously injured now and would not normally come out."

After pacing back and forth, a sly glint appeared in Zhou Qing's eyes.

"This person is rather greedy, and given his current bad luck, he might not even think twice about a simple trap."

Lu Yaoyao asked curiously, "What do you want to do? I will cooperate fully!"

Zhou Qing then transmitted his voice to Lu Yaoyao, who was somewhat suspicious but could only nod before leaving.

Zhou Qing let out a long sigh, tore his clothes to shreds, smeared some blood on them, and headed towards where Yan Sen was healing.

……

Inside the four-colored magic array, Yan Sen held a top-grade spirit stone in each hand and was frantically absorbing it.

I felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

It's been three days, and I haven't found anything of value. On top of that, one bad thing after another has happened.

The worst part is that I was almost possessed by a beast just now. If it weren't for Uncle Ba's help, I would have lost my life.

Now that half of his consciousness has been swallowed up, even if he finds precious medicinal herbs in the future, it will be a very long time before he recovers.

"I wonder if Uncle Ba found any treasure. I hope he didn't find anything at all!"

Yan Sen muttered to himself as he treated his injuries.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it: "That damned Zhou Qing! He didn't warn me at all that it was so dangerous inside. I wonder where he's hiding right now?"

He consoled himself, "With him and Lu Yaoyao, one at the Nascent Soul stage and the other at the Spirit Transformation stage, they definitely won't survive long in this place full of Demon Emperors!"

Yan Sen even planned that if Zhou Qing and the other person really died in some corner here, he would definitely go to Taiqing Sect after he got out.

Perhaps the "Emperor's Scripture" still exists there.

Suddenly, staggering footsteps came from outside, and Yan Sen abruptly opened his eyes.

Uncle Ba is back?
They've only been gone for less than two hours?

Could they have encountered danger as well?
Yan Sen was secretly pleased, but he still opened his eyes and looked ahead warily to avoid anything else accidentally wandering in.

After all, he had encountered too many unfortunate things in these three days; there were things you couldn't even imagine, and things you couldn't even see.

He was already as frightened as a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

"Junior Sister Lu, where are you? Where are you? I can't see you, I can't tell!"

At this moment, a familiar yet frantic voice came from outside, and Yan Sen was taken aback. Soon, a murderous intent surged in his eyes.

Then he saw a blood-soaked figure stumble in, breaking through the vines.

Zhou Qing was covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, his eyes closed but tears of blood streaming down his face. He staggered two steps and crashed into the stone wall with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

"Medicine...my medicine..." A bloody sob escaped his throat as his trembling fingers frantically reached into his storage bag.

He roughly pulled out several top-grade fire and water attribute spirit stones and threw them aside.

Various jade slips clattered and crashed to the ground, several of them even emanating a unique demonic aura.

It seems to be pure-blooded demonic beasts like the Golden Crow, the Suanni, and the Golden-Winged Roc.

This made Yan Sen's eyes light up.

Could it be that this guy possesses more than one demonic supernatural power like the "Imperial Scripture"?
"Why! Why can't I find it? I really can't tell the difference..."

Zhou Qing seemed to go into a frenzy, throwing the storage bag against the stone wall beside him and frantically grabbing his hair.

Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of black blood onto the messy ground, then his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Upon seeing this, Yan Sen couldn't help but burst into laughter. Soon after, he coughed violently and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"My luck has turned around! I've finally turned my luck around! I knew it! No one can be unlucky forever. Even if God is blind, He can't just keep making things difficult for me!"

Yan Sen immediately stood up, trembling, and took out a token, causing the four-colored magic array to ripple and exit.

He had no choice; he was worried that his eighth uncle might come back later.

Could he possibly have a share of these things?
Until he reached Zhou Qing's side, he kicked him hard in the stomach several times.

"I didn't expect you to be so tough, managing to hold out for three days!"

Then, he looked at the top-grade spirit stones scattered all over the ground and a smile appeared on his face.

It seems I underestimated the Taiqing Sect; a disciple of theirs could carry so many top-grade spirit stones for cultivation.

It was clear that the Taiqing Sect's foundation far exceeded his imagination.

"This is really a windfall!" Yan Sen muttered to himself, then stepped over Zhou Qing and headed towards the top-grade spirit stones.

The next moment, Zhou Qing, who was supposed to be "dead," suddenly opened his eyes, sprang to his feet, and instantly stabbed the tetanus ointment in his hand into his back.

Yan Sen, whose consciousness had been damaged due to the possession, reacted instinctively, but was still suddenly pierced through the waist by a tetanus.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Qing transformed into the second form of the Golden-Winged Roc and kicked him hard out of the half-collapsed ruins to prevent him from taking the opportunity to go back in.

Yan Sen was kicked by Zhou Qing and sent flying, crashing into a broken wall a hundred meters away, spitting out blood.

He stared at Zhou Qing in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and anger: "You...you're not dead?"

Zhou Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The wings of the Golden-Winged Roc fluttered behind him, each feather gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

"You're still alive, so how can I go before you?" Zhou Qing snorted coldly, then looked at his waist where blood was constantly seeping out.

"Ouch, you're bleeding! Looks like you've had another bloody accident today!"

Yan Sen looked at the wound on his waist and trembled with anger.

We were careless and ended up losing our boat in a ditch; it's a truly shameful disgrace.

With such poor acting skills, how could he still fall for it? It's a blatant insult to his intelligence.

"They're still not running? Looks like they're either confident in themselves, or they simply don't have the ability to escape!"

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!"

As soon as Zhou Qing finished speaking, a picture frame suddenly appeared in his hand, emanating a chaotic aura.

As spiritual energy was activated, thousands of golden threads surged out from the mirror.

Each strand was wrapped in dark red karmic fire, and then quickly intertwined in the air to form a giant net that shimmered with the aura of the universe's origin.

It enveloped Yan Sen.

Yan Sen was utterly horrified and blurted out, "An ultimate weapon! This is the aura of an ultimate weapon—"

At that moment, he couldn't care less about anything else and turned to run away.

However, because of this amazing skill, they missed a golden opportunity.

He then realized that the scenery around him had become blurred as if covered by a layer of mist, and his movements were as sluggish as if he were stuck in a quagmire.

As Zhou Qing increased his spiritual power output, the golden threads suddenly grew several times longer, wrapping tightly around Yan Sen like living things, and forcibly pulling him into the mirror frame.

After doing all this, Zhou Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, a look of surprise on his face.

He hadn't expected it to go so smoothly; the smoothness felt almost suspicious.

"This [Tie of Misfortune] is truly terrifying. If it brings someone utter misfortune, I don't think anyone can stop it!"

But thinking about it carefully, the reason I can use it so skillfully is thanks to how I used to "spar" with the first ancestor when I was in the Divine Ruins Heavenly Palace. Only now have I figured out how to use it properly.

"He actually knows about extreme weapons? It seems that the Shen family's foundation is probably more terrifying than I imagined. If that's the case, then we can't let him go."

A murderous intent surged in Zhou Qing's eyes. He then marked the spot, collected his spirit stones and other items, and quickly flew away.

After all, this four-color magic array is priceless, and it would be a great pity to throw it away.

"Senior Brother Zhou!" Soon, with the help of Jinpeng's speed, he arrived at a platform further away.

Hearing the noise, Lu Yaoyao quickly ran out.

Zhou Qing's face turned pale; he hadn't expected that this ultimate weapon would consume so much spiritual energy.

In just a short while, 20% of the spiritual energy in my body was absorbed.

No wonder Yuhengzi and the other two had to take turns activating this thing; it truly is a "spirit-devouring behemoth."

"Remember, pretend you didn't see anything today. This is for your own good!" Zhou Qing looked at Lu Yaoyao, his tone serious.

Lu Yaoyao subconsciously glanced at the picture frame in Zhou Qing's hand, and was immediately filled with excitement: "You actually already... Oh right, the black snow mountain, this mirror..."

Lu Yaoyao seemed to have thought of something and blurted it out, but immediately stopped talking.

But when she met Zhou Qing's questioning gaze, she thought for a moment and said, "I understand, but Senior Brother Zhou, you may not believe it, but I once saw a record of this mirror in an ancient book."

"You've seen it before?" Zhou Qing asked in surprise.

Lu Yaoyao nodded. After all, she used to use it to look in the mirror and comb her hair. It was you who helped her comb her hair.

"Hmm, its mirror seems to have been left behind in a black snow-capped mountain, but I don't know exactly where!"

Lu Yaoyao said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing was immediately excited.

"What about that ancient book?" Zhou Qing asked hurriedly.

Lu Yaoyao hesitated for a moment: "I just flipped through it at a bookstall when I was a kid, and I can't find it anymore."

Zhou Qing was somewhat disappointed after hearing this, but she still silently kept this clue in mind.

Lu Yaoyao then said earnestly, "But don't worry, senior brother, after we get out, I will seal the relevant memories in my sea of ​​consciousness and will never mention a word to outsiders."

Zhou Qing nodded upon hearing this, then slowly extended his divine sense into the mirror frame, looking at Yan Sen trapped inside. The ultimate weapon, the [Mirror of Infernal Karma], was forged at its core from the "Flame of Sin" from the deepest part of the Netherworld.

The mirror reflects the karma of all beings, and burns away the sins of the guilty.

At this moment, Yan Sen's sea of ​​consciousness was already damaged, and he had committed countless unspeakable sins.

The creature inside was screaming in agony. Seeing this, Zhou Qing couldn't help but snort coldly.

But the more fiercely the karmic fire burned, the faster his spiritual power was drawn out.

"Even if all the reserve spiritual energy were mobilized, it would be impossible to slowly burn a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator to death in a short time!"

Zhou Qing pondered, and although Yan Sen was in no pain at all, he had already diverted his divine sense to search for an exit.

"It's still better to stick to the original plan and take the initiative!"

After thinking it through, Zhou Qing continued to wait. After another cup of tea's time had passed, and his spiritual energy had been reduced to 50%, Zhou Qing immediately looked at Lu Yaoyao.

"It's up to you now. If you really can't hold on any longer, just throw the frame away!"

Although he didn't know how long Lu Yaoyao, with her late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, could hold out, he decided to do his best to end the battle before she was exhausted.

Looking at the frames handed to her, Lu Yaoyao nodded and assured him, "Don't worry, Senior Brother!"

Without further hesitation, Zhou Qing transformed into a streak of light and entered the frame.

Lu Yaoyao, who had just taken the glasses frames, immediately changed her expression slightly: "The consumption was so great?"

Without a second thought, she quickly sat cross-legged, clutching the picture frame tightly while gathering spirit stones, and rapidly began to circulate the "Ice Purity Technique".

At the same time, Zhou Qing also entered through the gap, just like Yu Hengzi had done before.

Then, with a thought, he appeared directly not far from Yan Sen.

"what--!"

At this moment, Yan Sen felt as if he had been thrown into a boiling oil pot, with countless tiny fire insects crawling into his brain through his ear canal, gnawing at his brain until it sizzled and steamed.

Those sordid things hidden deep in my memory kept surfacing, much like the obsessions I saw when I was about to sever my spirit.

"It hurts, it hurts... Stop burning... Stop burning!"

Yan Sen dug his fingers deep into his temples, black blood seeping from under his fingernails, and patches of skin peeling off his palms, making him look extremely gruesome.

They quickly noticed Zhou Qing entering.

"A super weapon, is this the power of the new super weapon? But it seems to be a defective product. Even so, it's already amazing!"

"Zhou Qing, I must admit I underestimated you, but so what? All these things will be mine from now on!"

"I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the pain you have caused me!"

After Yan Sen roared, trembling all over, a gurgling laugh came from his throat.

Then, large swaths of dark blood mist continuously emerged around his body, twisting and expanding into a three-zhang-tall demonic form.

Ten arms swung out simultaneously, each palm splitting open into a gaping maw, spewing out black flames mixed with bone fragments, heading straight for Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing watched this scene quietly. Due to the special rules of this place, Yan Sen's attacks had slowed down considerably.

It was much like when he transformed into a golden-winged roc, trying to find an exit.

However, having already refined and gained initial mastery of the Infernal Flame Mirror, he was almost unaffected.

In addition, Yan Sen had a large hole in his waist from a tetanus wound, from which blood was gushing out.

The torment, both mentally and physically, had completely robbed him of his rational thinking.

“Junior Sister Lu won’t last long. I only have one chance!” Zhou Qing’s eyes were cold.

After mobilizing all his spare spiritual power, Zhou Qing suddenly unleashed an extremely dazzling blood-red light around his body.

The blood-red light seemed to rise from the depths of the deepest hell, carrying endless killing intent.

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The next moment, behind him, a phoenix engulfed in crimson flames raised its head and cried out, shaking off thousands of blood-red feathers with each flap of its wings.

Countless inscriptions, indescribable and inexplicable, appeared around the Blood Phoenix.

Yan Sen, who was rushing over but moving several times slower than usual, couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw this scene.

"Blood Phoenix Treasure Technique, no, this is... the aura of an Inscription-level Divine Ability! You actually possess an Inscription-level Divine Ability? How is this possible!"

Yan Sen's scream was trembling with disbelief.

Zhou Qing said expressionlessly, "Nothing is impossible in this world, Yan Sen, prepare for your final moment of doom!"

shhhhhh!
The five scarlet feathers on the Blood Phoenix's chest suddenly transformed into streams of light and appeared on Zhou Qing's index finger.

Zhou Qing's face was pale, and with a slight tremor in his fingertips, he pointed forward, uttering a single word as heavy as a hammer blow: "Slash!"

Five dazzling beams of blood-red light shot out from Zhou Qing's fingertips, within which ancient Dao patterns flickered and danced.

Wherever it went, space was torn apart, revealing dark crevices within.

Upon seeing this, Yan Sen, who had been attacking, screamed, a sense of impending death washing over him like never before.

Without saying a word, he immediately switched from offense to defense.

Unexpectedly, the unstoppable bleeding from his abdomen caused him to faint and his vision went black.

"It's over!"

That brief delay prevented him from even taking the most basic precautions before Zhou Qing's attack arrived.

boom!
A terrifying explosion suddenly rang out in this space, and Yan Sen felt that the scene in front of him suddenly slowed down a lot.

He watched as five crimson streaks of light easily pierced through his body, and saw his heart being shredded into minced meat by the Dao patterns.

I saw the spine bend at a bizarre angle in the explosion, and I saw the primordial spirit within my sea of ​​consciousness being torn apart, emitting painful screams.

But at this moment, he felt no pain at all, only a cool sense of relief spreading from the soles of his feet.

Death turned out to be much easier than he had imagined.

But how did he die?

He's a level four formation master, and he's in the mid-stage of the Spirit Severing Realm!
This level of expertise should have been his foundation for strategic maneuvering and achieving great things.

He has set up so many schemes in the Yan family, but he hasn't started them yet.

He hadn't yet torn apart Shen Hanyi's cold exterior to satisfy his sense of conquest.

He hasn't yet explored this secret realm that holds countless treasures.

His terrifying aura hasn't even been fully unleashed yet, and he hasn't brought out his various weapons, supernatural powers, and so on.

He hasn't yet obtained Zhou Qing's Golden Roc Technique, Inscription-level Divine Abilities, or Ultimate Weapons...

There are still so many things to do in the future, how could you have perished in a foreign land, and died at the hands of an ant in the Nascent Soul stage?

I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled!

Almost simultaneously, Zhou Qing, whose meridians had been drained of spiritual energy, used his last bit of strength.

As he formed hand seals, a blood-red curtain of densely interwoven Dao patterns suddenly enveloped him.

Even if a mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm cultivator has little essence and spiritual power left, the power it contains is far beyond what a large group of Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation Realm cultivators can match.

After doing all this, Zhou Qing felt a violent shock to his consciousness, and black and red double images suddenly appeared before his eyes. He fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

He bit his tongue hard, and the sweet, metallic taste of his semen splattered between his teeth, barely managing to maintain a sliver of consciousness.

When they looked up again, the blood mist in the sky dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, revealing three blood crystals and a dark golden storage bag floating in the void.

He quickly waved his hand, drawing the blood crystal and storage bag to his front.

"This is the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal? It's so pure!" Zhou Qing murmured to himself, a hint of undisguised surprise in his eyes.

The three blood crystals were arranged in a triangle in the palm of his hand. Each one had a warm luster, but inside, blood streaks swirled like living creatures.

There were no other impurities, only a vast expanse of spiritual energy and blood energy quietly surging within.

Without a second thought, he quickly put it away, checked the storage bag to make sure there was no more divine sense seal, and then hurried out after confirming that Yan Sen was really dead.

At this moment, Lu Yaoyao's face was already deathly pale, and she was swaying precariously, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Dad, hurry, Yao Yao is afraid... afraid she can't hold on much longer!" Lu Yao Yao prayed silently.

The next moment, Zhou Qing staggered out of the frame and fell headfirst to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yaoyao immediately threw away her glasses and pounced on her.

"Dad—" Lu Yaoyao called out.

But Zhou Qing had already fallen into a coma.

After confirming that Zhou Qing was not injured, but only had depleted spiritual energy, Lu Yaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While recovering, they quickly dragged Zhou Qing into a pile of ruins.

As for the picture frame, they simply threw a few pieces of wood on top to cover it up and prevent it from being discovered.

I can't touch it anymore, or it will really drain me dry.

……

And so it wasn't until the afternoon of the fourth day that Zhou Qing finally woke up.

"Senior Brother Zhou, how are you feeling?"

Lu Yaoyao's face turned pale. She released her hand from behind him, which had been channeling spiritual energy into him, and asked with concern.

Zhou Qing knew what had happened as soon as he saw her. He said weakly, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm fine. Take a rest. By the way, how long has it been?"

He looked around; the two of them should still be inside the Kunpeng Palace.

Lu Yaoyao said, "There are only three hours left until the fifth day!"

Zhou Qing hadn't expected her to be unconscious for so long, so he immediately took out a top-grade fire-attribute spirit stone and tossed it to Lu Yaoyao.
"Hurry up and recover; we have more important things to do next!"

After Zhou Qing finished speaking, he took out a Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal and quickly began to absorb it using the Yin-Yang Technique.

His domineering aura had long since reached the level required for the later stages; the only thing he lacked was the accumulation of spiritual power.

Now that the body's meridians have long been depleted, it is the best time to absorb nutrients.

Three Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystals, all within one day!
He wanted to try and see if he could break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, to give himself and Lu Yaoyao a chance to survive.

Lu Yaoyao nodded and accepted the spirit stone without refusing this time.

She then explained about the picture frame outside, before hesitatingly asking, "What about Yan Sen? Is he still trapped inside?"

Zhou Qing turned his head, his eyes calm, and said, "He's dead!"

(End of this chapter)