The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 300 When people do bad things, they never mind the trouble and hassle (6k)

Lei Lie actually understood why his master did this.

The situation in the Eastern Region was turbulent. After the battle of Canglan Mountain, the Golden Thunder Sect, the Azure Feather Immortal Sect, and the Heavenly Pivot Sect all fell to the bottom.

In their desperation, the Qingyu Immortal Sect sought any remedy that angered Zhou Qing, nearly bringing about the destruction of the sect. Ultimately, they completely submitted to the Taiqing Sect.

Needless to say, the Tianji Sect has always been a lackey of the Cangyan Dao Palace.

Furthermore, the two Supreme Elders failed to refine the Nine Nether Lotus Seed and perished, forcing the Golden Thunder Sect to take a risk.

The Corpse Classic became their only hope.

Therefore, Master decided to try it himself.

But now...

Lei Lie gazed in the direction of Lei Chi, his unease growing stronger.

The master has become less and less human; half of his body is rotting, his aura is as cold as a corpse, and he often roars out of control, just like a demonic cultivator.

He was genuinely worried that if things continued like this, the Golden Thunder Sect...

Is it still the Golden Thunder Sect?

Just then, the roar suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, heavy footsteps came from afar, each step seeming to pound on Lei Lie's heart.

He suppressed the urge to back away, swallowed hard, and then looked up.

A figure completely shrouded in black robes gradually came into focus and stepped through the air.

Half of the face still retained its human form, while the other half had rotted to the bone, with eerie purple patterns crawling across the exposed muscle tissue.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes; one was normal, but the other glowed with a ghastly green light.

Even more chilling was the sight of 119 pitch-black coffins floating behind him, each emanating a chilling aura of death, slowly rotating in mid-air.

"Lie'er..." Lei Wuji's voice was hoarse and grating, "The next batch of blood food...we need to prepare early..."

Lei Lie shuddered and subconsciously took a half step back.

He clearly saw that when his master spoke, foul-smelling saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Those greedy eyes looked as if they were sizing up prey.

"Disciple... obeys."

Lei Lie swallowed hard, then quickly bowed his head in greeting, his eyes filled with fear and worry.

Then he quickly turned and left.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be unable to resist the stench and vomit, which would inevitably cause his master to overthink things.

Watching Lei Lie's departing figure, Lei Wuji suddenly turned his head to look at the distance, and a chilling smile appeared on his rotting half-face.

……

In the shadows of the cliff, Lei Luo huddled trembling in a crevice.

Ever since his elder brother Lei Lie took over the sect's affairs, he had vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The stench emanating from the sect leader's secluded cultivation spot, the eerie silence of the five supreme elders, and the struggle that frequently flashed in the eldest brother's eyes.

Everything suggests that this matter is not simple.

What alarmed him most was that despite all the major events happening in the outside world, the sect leader still hadn't shown up, as if he had vanished into thin air.

But whenever he tried to get closer to investigate, he was always stopped by his elder brother and those suspicious-looking elders.

Today, he finally found an opportunity to sneak into this place, only to witness a scene that horrified him.

The once dignified sect leader has now become this inhuman and ghostly appearance!
Something must have happened that he doesn't know about; he needs to find someone to help him.

Yan Xiaohu, yes, we can only find Yan Xiaohu.

During the Five Sects War, the two played the best.

They dug up the ancestral graves of the Cangyan Dao Palace together, and even sneaked into their sect to urinate in the square to provoke them. After that, they went through all sorts of things.

With him involved, they can directly contact Senior Brother Zhou Qing.

After all, Senior Brother Zhou Qing is now the true leader of the Taiqing Sect.

Without saying a word, he quickly took out the image stone and captured the terrifying corrupted appearance of Lei Wuji in front of him.

"I must... I must save the sect leader, save the Golden Thunder Sect..." His teeth chattered, and cold sweat even soaked through his back.

Just as he was about to quietly retreat after watching his elder brother leave, Lei Wuji in the air suddenly looked in his direction.

Lei Luo's heart skipped a beat, and his blood froze instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Lei Wuji appeared in front of him.

Upon encountering that glowing green eye and an indescribable stench, Lei Luo's mind went blank.

"Sect...Sect Master!" His throat tightened, and the image stone fell to the ground with a "thud".

Lei Wuji looked at the image stone rolling on the ground, and withered claws grabbed his throat.

Lei Luo's feet left the ground as he kicked wildly, his face turning red rapidly.

"It's...it's me! Lei Luo from our lightning lineage!" He squeezed out the words with all his might, his eyes filled with a will to survive.

Lei Wuji's movements suddenly froze, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his intact left eye.

The grip on her neck loosened slightly...

But the next second!
Its right eye shone brightly with green light, and its rotting mouth was torn open to its ears, revealing its stark white fangs.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a neck bone breaking echoed through the mountains, and Lei Luo's head drooped limply.

Then he gripped Lei Luo's skull with his five fingers like hooks, and with a tearing sound that made your teeth ache, Lei Luo's head was forcibly ripped off.

Blood from the severed neck splattered directly onto Lei Wuji's rotting face, which made him ecstatically stick out his long black tongue and lick around his mouth.

In an instant, a streak of light fled hastily from the corpse; it was Lei Luo's nascent soul.

"Big brother! Help me—"

Lei Luo's nascent soul let out a shrill scream and desperately fled in the direction Lei Lie had gone.

However, before it could fly three zhang, a withered claw covered in corpse spots suddenly attacked, and with its five fingers closed, it grabbed the nascent soul in its palm.

Lei Luo's nascent soul struggled frantically between his fingers, letting out a heart-wrenching wail: "Sect Master, spare me! I am a direct descendant of the Lei lineage—"

Lei Wuji ignored him, his rotting lips twisting into a strange arc.

The gaping maw slowly opened, and the churning corpse energy in its throat gradually eroded the nascent soul's spiritual light.

With a "gulp," he swallowed the living nascent soul whole.

He licked the lingering nascent soul light from the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, but at that moment, a line of turbid blood tears flowed from his intact left eye.

But Qingming Festival soon returned.

"Since you've decided to achieve great things, you should... be willing to make sacrifices..."

A hoarse voice squeezed out from deep within his throat, and Lei Wuji slowly closed his eyes.

"The taste... is still lacking. It's time to try... the Nascent Soul stage..."

……

Seven days later, at the Azure Flame Dao Palace!

Sikong Yan leaned back on a couch carved from millennia-old cold jade, his slender fingers toying with a luminous image stone.

At this moment, what is projected above is the horrifying scene of Lei Wuji devouring Lei Luo's nascent soul.

A playful smile crept onto his lips as he clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "The dignified Sect Master of the Golden Thunder Sect has actually stooped to the point of devouring his own disciples alive."

He suddenly burst into laughter as he muttered to himself: "I wonder what Lei Lie will think when he sees his only younger brother die at the hands of his master?"

He lazily shifted his posture, his eyes full of curiosity.

"He would commit the heinous crime of murdering his master in order to avenge his family, and then lose everything he currently possesses."

"Or... should I pretend I know nothing and continue to swallow my anger? Oh, just thinking about it is quite interesting."

Sikong Yan clicked his tongue again.

"Everyone says that I, Sikong Yan, am utterly wicked, but look at this self-proclaimed righteous sect leader Lei, he is far more ruthless than I am."

As he spoke, he casually took out three more image stones.

They were arranged in a row on the jade table in front of them.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the first scene projected was the one under the cover of night: Shen Yunzhou breaking into the Gobi Desert's forbidden area and being chased by Lei Wuji.

The second piece shows the scene where, shortly after Cao Zhengyang and his group followed Shen Yunzhou into the cave, the entire Gobi Desert was reduced to ruins in a deafening explosion.

As for the third one, it was the scene where Yu Hengzi sneakily and secretly filmed Lei Wuji and the others moving away from the more than one hundred coffins.

"Busy, everyone's busy!" Sikong Yan sighed, then looked at a jade slip on the jade table.

This was just sent by Cao Zhengyang through someone, and it clearly states that Tian Shuzi and Ling Xuzi are dead.

"Is this a test to see what I'm thinking?"

Sikong Yan chuckled.

"See? That's the wonder of the human heart!" Sikong Yan's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Immobility is movement, silence speaks louder than words. Let the seeds of suspicion take root and sprout in their hearts, and eventually, they will blossom into the flowers we desire. Don't you agree, my dear girl?"

Sikong Yan turned his head to look to the side and saw a complex array operating not far away.

At the center of the formation lay a little girl in a floral dress, about five or six years old, with innocent dimples on her pale face.

At this moment, however, her body was ice-cold, and her chest did not rise or fall at all.

In addition, tens of thousands of black-clad puppets surrounded the area like stars around the moon.

A grayish stream of energy extended from the heart of each puppet, flowing continuously into the girl's body along the array patterns.

Sikong Yan walked over slowly and quietly watched everything.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. Well, they're busy, and Uncle hasn't been idle either!"

As Sikong Yan said this, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"It seems that the Fifth Prince's blood essence is completely useless. Could it be that this guy isn't a descendant of the Xuanyuan family?"

A hint of curiosity appeared in Sikong Yan's eyes.

"It is said that when a person breaks through to the Spirit Severing stage, their bloodline will be activated simultaneously, and their descendants will have a greater chance of breaking through to the Spirit Severing stage in the future. Similarly, their bloodline will also become a kind of precious medicine."

"Now it seems that either the rumors are false, or the Fifth Prince's mother has cheated on the current emperor, Xuanyuan Hao."

At this point, he tilted his head slightly and said mockingly to the white-clad figure behind the group of corpse puppets.

"I say, since Consort Chen still can't forget you, why don't you reciprocate by giving her one too?"

The man in white remained motionless, like an ice sculpture.

After a long silence, a clear, cold voice pierced the darkness: "Why don't you go? You are the real Lin Jin!" "Hahaha—" Sikong Yan suddenly burst into laughter.

"I am no longer that! Lin Jin is dead! The one standing here now is Sikong Yan, the Palace Master of the Cangyan Dao Palace!"

"Then who am I? Since Lin Jin is already dead," the man in white retorted.

Sikong Yan: "..."

"Why do you always like to argue? I never realized I was so annoying before!" Sikong Yan cursed.

He then ignored her and turned to look at the little girl in the formation.

"I heard that Gao Xuan has come out of seclusion. Now a perfectly good game has lost its fun. It's really boring!"

After Sikong Yan finished speaking, he turned to the men in black, tapped them hard with his hand, and then shook his head.

"It seems that these tattered secret techniques picked up from the outskirts of the restricted area are indeed of a low grade."

"However, through simulations, I have successfully ventured deep into the area twice. Perhaps that 'Rebirth Lotus' is worth a try," Sikong Yan muttered to himself.

At this moment, Lin Jin, dressed in white, spoke up, saying, "Just to save her, you've gone through all this trouble?"

Sikong Yan whirled around, his face once again bearing that cynical smile: "You know, when people do bad things..."

He spread his arms, spun around, and took a deep breath. "I never find troublesome!"

"But what you did was bad?" the man in white asked again.

“Of course!” Sikong Yan suddenly grabbed a corpse puppet excitedly and pried open its eyelids.

"Look at these people! They've worked their way up from the Qi Condensation stage, but now they're like this. It's all my fault."

"Go out and ask around now, which sect in the Eastern Region doesn't hate me to the bone?"

The man in white remained silent for a long time before speaking again: "When will it begin?"

"Don't change the subject... Wait, are you ready?" Sikong Yan's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head and said, "But I'm not yet, let's wait a bit longer."

After saying that, he squatted down and began to concentrate on working on the magic arrays again.

……

Taiqing Gate!
A forbidden zone within a grotto!

After Lingxuzi and Tianshuzi died, the only thing imprisoned in the dungeon behind the mountain was that dried corpse that could be used as a test subject.

So only one person was left there to guard the place, while the rest of the people went back into the cave.

Fortunately, because the first coffin was completely sealed off by the Ghost Emperor, the Azure Dragon Immortal, no more wandering souls have emerged.

Therefore, Duanmu Shu and the others found Yan Xiaohu and went inside. After unlocking the door, they easily entered.

Looking at the scene before them—a river of blood, withered trees, dead crows, and coffins—the seven men exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with deep doubt.

"According to Zhou Qing, the Azure Dragon was in the first coffin, which is why he manipulated the wandering spirits to cover the gravity zone and strengthen the training of his disciples."

An elder broke the silence first.

“Not necessarily!” Another elder shook his head. “When I was guarding Tian Shuzi, I kept thinking about a question.”

"If it's truly a trial, what will the final result be? Apart from Zhou Qing, who else has managed to get through it? Even Zhou Qing faced perilous situations every time."

He looked around at everyone and continued, "More importantly, these wandering spirits have only appeared in recent years."

“But the Mosasaurus has been dead for so many years. I’m more inclined to believe that he couldn’t fully control these wandering spirits in the first place.”

Everyone nodded in agreement with these words.

But a new question arises: Why would the Azure Dragon prevent its disciples from entering? Was it for its own reasons, or was there another hidden motive?
“However…” another elder pondered, “Judging from the incident at the Spirit Skull Mountain Secret Realm, and the thirteen Yin Spirit Stones that ‘Second Uncle’ gave Zhou Qing when he brought him in, we can at least be certain that Canglong has no ill intentions towards the sect.”

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed in unison.

A cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, whether in the early or later stages, has a lifespan of no more than two thousand years.

However, the heavy responsibilities of serving as the head of a sect often shorten this timeframe considerably.

In matters large and small, in open and covert struggles, one either suffers injury or uses one's lifespan to activate secret techniques.

As a result, those who were his senior disciples are still alive, while the former sect leader has long since passed away.

It's not just Taiqing Sect; the other major sects are the same.

I never expected that the Mosasaurus would still be alive and even become the Ghost Emperor.

"Enough. We've come today to discuss that important matter," an elder said solemnly, interrupting the group's thoughts.

"Judging by the time, the sisters Lu Yuanzhi and Lu Yuanjiu that Zhou Qing mentioned will arrive in two or three years." He looked around at everyone.

"At that time, the two sisters will be stationed permanently. As for our secret realm, even if we don't say anything, they will eventually find out from the other disciples."

"What if they ask to visit the secret realm? Should we agree or refuse?"

"If we refuse, they will come from afar to secretly protect us and become the greatest support in the history of our sect."

"Zhou Qing even said that he would share his insights on breaking through to the Spirit Severing Realm with us and provide all the help we could. This is a great kindness."

"But if you agree, this forbidden zone has never been seen by any outsider throughout history, and it is obvious that there are still endless treasures inside that have not been explored."

"This is the legacy we will leave to Zhou Qing, just like our ancestors did!"

After a moment of contemplation, the group said, "We don't have much time left to live, so let's discuss this properly right here!"

The seven then sat down and began to discuss the various drawbacks.

……

Two months later!

Inside the main hall of the Taiqing Gate, Cao Zhengyang, his face grim, held a communication jade slip in his hand.

Seven more sects were silently wiped out overnight, leaving no one alive, not even a sect leader in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"Fortunately, all the bodies are still here..." Cao Zhengyang murmured to himself.

His gaze swept over the detailed list on the jade slip. "At least for now, there are no signs of a large-scale infection."

Mo Xingjian sat to one side, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the sandalwood table, producing a dull sound.

He frowned deeply: "This shows that Lei Wuji is currently only accumulating power for himself. But such frequent massacres..."

The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

This scale of slaughter means that Lei Wuji is not far from implementing the next step of his plan.

“The various sects are too scattered,” Cao Zhengyang sighed. “We simply don’t have the capacity to monitor them all. If this continues…”

Mo Xingjian suddenly stopped tapping on the table: "Ever since the Golden Thunder Sect was located, Junior Brother Ling and the other two have been closely monitoring them from the outside, but strangely..."

He squinted. "I've never seen a large number of people entering or leaving the sect."

Mo Xingjian and Cao Zhengyang exchanged bewildered glances at this point.

"Teleportation array—" the two blurted out almost simultaneously.

This speculation made their expressions even more unpleasant.

If the Golden Thunder Sect has a teleportation array inside, then tracking Lei Wuji's whereabouts will be even more difficult.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Xingjian's eyes, and he lowered his voice, saying, "How about we..."

Cao Zhengyang naturally understood what he meant, but he just shook his head heavily.

The situation at Tianji Sect has only just stabilized, and it will take at least fifty years to fully take control.

Launching another sect war at this time would not only make the odds of winning uncertain, but would also tarnish the reputation of the Taiqing Sect as the "overlord of the Eastern Region".

Having successively occupied the Qingyu Immortal Sect and the Tianji Sect, and now the Jinlei Sect, do you think the Cangyan Dao Palace will sit idly by?
The Azure Flame Dao Palace also has twelve Supreme Elders at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Moreover, the Nine Nether Lotus Seeds, the black-clad puppet capable of fighting three opponents, the incomplete five-colored magic array, the four-colored killing array, and so on, which were exposed by Sikong Yan at Canglan Mountain back then.

All of this indicates that they possess an extraordinary number of methods for concealing their secrets.

To be honest, even though the Taiqing Sect has greatly increased in strength, he is still somewhat wary of that madman.

Not to mention that Lei Wuji is now a walking poison king.

If he gets the chance, they might be facing one of their own peak masters or junior brothers in the blink of an eye.

"This matter requires further consideration," Cao Zhengyang finally said in a deep voice. "For now, we can only take it one step at a time."

……

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. It has been more than a year and three months since Zhou Qing went into seclusion. During this period, another thirteen sects were destroyed.

People were filled with anxiety.

Although the Taiqing Sect knew who did it, they lacked concrete evidence, couldn't catch them in the act, and had no recourse.

But everyone knows that the Golden Thunder Sect is really just playing with fire on paper.

And today, a giant, jet-black flying ship pierced through the clouds and descended from the sky.

The hull is engraved with intricate golden dragon patterns, the bow resembles a ferocious beast's head, and blood-red banners hang on both sides, fluttering in the wind.

Before the flying boat even landed, a suffocating pressure had already enveloped the entire Taiqing Sect.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate all changed color, and even the mountain-protecting array trembled slightly, manifesting a two-colored light from nothingness.

Elder Wuzhu immediately stepped out from behind the rippled mountain gate, looking up with a solemn expression.

"boom--"

The airship landed heavily, causing the ground to crack and dust to rise everywhere.

The hatch slowly opened, and a group of cultivators clad in black armor stepped out. Their steps were orderly, and their aura was chilling; they were all elite cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

Immediately afterwards, two familiar figures stepped out.

Those were none other than Zhong Yao, the prefect of Longyuan County, and Xiao Ji, the lord of Lingyun Prefecture.

At this moment, the two glanced at Elder Wuzhu with bitter expressions, and then silently stepped aside.

Then, a graceful woman in palace attire walked out.

She had a beautiful face, but was as cold as frost, and a dot of vermilion between her brows added to her sharpness.

She wore a magnificent purple and gold phoenix-patterned long dress that trailed on the ground, exuding the majesty of a superior in every gesture.

Behind her, five elderly men in gray robes followed closely.

These men had eyes as sharp as hawks, and a faint killing intent emanated from them.

What's alarming is that their imposing manner is in no way inferior to that of Zhong Yao, the governor of Longyuan County!
It should be noted that in the eight prefectures and seventy-two counties of the Holy Martial Dynasty, the strength of each prefectural governor far exceeds that of an ordinary Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Realm.

In addition to the various supernatural powers, magical treasures, and unknown secret techniques bestowed upon them by the imperial court, they can almost be regarded as beings at the half-step Spirit Severing Realm.

Seeing the group of people with unfriendly expressions, Elder Wuzhu's heart tightened.

Before he could speak, Cao Zhengyang stepped forward with a smile: "Brother Zhong, Brother Xiao, how have you been!"

Zhong Yao and Xiao Ji stepped forward and bowed, their expressions showing a hint of helplessness: "Brother Cao, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you again this time."

Cao Zhengyang's gaze swept over the silent guests, and he nodded slightly, saying, "And these gentlemen are—"

(End of this chapter)