The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 380 A Smile from Shen Hanyi's Lips (6k)

Faced with Zhou Qing's terrifying attack, the old man trembled as he raised his hand, wanting to use his last life-saving secret technique.

However, Zhou Qing didn't give him that chance at all.

"burst!"

With a cold shout, the lightning spear inserted into the old man's body exploded.

The violent power of lightning instantly swept across an area of ​​a hundred feet, tearing the old man's body to shreds!

Amidst the rain of blood, a dim, seven-colored primordial spirit fled in panic.

The primordial spirit was already incomplete, yet it still roared venomously, "Boy! I will make you pay for this in blood!"

Shen Hanyi stared in shock at the scene before her, but had no time to think about anything else.

Such a great opportunity should not be missed.

"Zhao Muye, don't give him a chance to tear through space and escape!" she shouted coldly, her hands suddenly forming a profound magic seal in front of her chest.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Muyi laughed wildly, his muscles bulging, and his right fist slammed into the air: "Stay here, you bastard!"

"Boom——"

The pure physical power vibrated the space, instantly disrupting the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred feet.

The void around the old man's primordial spirit fluctuated violently like boiling water, and the spatial rift that had just formed was shattered!

His face immediately turned extremely ugly: "So annoying!"

Forcibly traversing space at this moment would most likely result in being swept into spatial turbulence and suffering complete annihilation.

Shen Hanyi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and her three thousand silver hairs moved without wind.

She made a hand seal, and countless fine ice crystal threads suddenly appeared around her.

These silk threads are crystal clear, each one containing extremely cold power, weaving together in the void to form a vast net that blots out the sky.

"Mysterious Yin Luo Tian!"

With a clear shout, the entire ice silk net suddenly contracted.

Wherever it passed, even the space itself was frozen and cracked.

The old man's primordial spirit was directly trapped inside, and the seven-colored light dimmed at a visible speed.

But soon, Shen Hanyi's expression suddenly changed.

The ferocious anger on the face of the trapped old man gradually subsided, replaced by an eerie calm.

He curled his lips into a chilling smile: "You're all too green. You fall for the slightest trick. Do you really think it's what you think?"

Before the words were even finished, the primordial spirit began to become transparent, gradually dissipating like a reflection in water.

"Not good!" The group's expressions changed simultaneously, and they immediately released their divine senses to sweep across a radius of a thousand miles.

However, no matter how hard they searched, they could no longer sense any fluctuations in the primordial spirit.

"I will remember this grudge, and none of you will escape it!" The old man's voice came from all directions, filled with deep-seated hatred.

Finally, it turned into a heart-stopping laugh that echoed in the void for a long time.

Zhou Qing frowned. Although he had achieved a balance of power using the [Five-Five Scroll], he still couldn't completely kill this old monster.

If it weren't for Shen Hanyi and Zhao Muyi's timely intervention, which forced the opponent to lose all fighting spirit, I probably wouldn't have even had the chance to severely injure him.

"We must not let the tiger return to the mountain!" A cold light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, and his pupils suddenly split, turning into blood-red double pupils.

In an instant, a phantom void spider hissed in the left and right pupils.

The world presented a completely different scene in his eyes, and he could see countless threads of laws.

Within that spiderweb-like network of laws, a black ball of light was rapidly fleeing northwest, leaving behind extremely conspicuous traces of spiritual energy along its path.

"Found it!" Zhou Qing was overjoyed, and his golden wings suddenly spread out. "Follow me!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanyi clenched her jade hand and shattered the afterimage trapped in the formation. Then, without hesitation, she transformed into an ice rainbow and followed closely behind.

"Old Bai, what are you daydreaming about! Chase after it!" Zhao Muye flipped over and leaped onto the elephant's back, giving it a heavy slap.

The white elephant roared to the sky, its four hooves treading the air as if on flat ground, each step causing the void to ripple.

In the distance, Xuanyuan Hao watched the streaks of light disappear one after another, and hesitated before saying, "Father."

Xuan Yuanchong's eyes flashed, and after a moment of contemplation, he resolutely said, "This is of utmost importance, follow them!"

The four royal family experts immediately transformed into streaks of light and gave chase...

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"How is this possible!" Soon, the old man's spirit was horrified to discover that the group could accurately pinpoint his location, and he hurriedly changed direction.

But Zhou Qing and the others also turned around and followed suit.

"Stop him!" Zhou Qing shouted urgently, pointing to a certain empty space.

Zhao Muyi understood and immediately threw a punch. The violent power of his physical body shook the space and once again blocked the old man's attempt to tear through the void.

"He can see me?!" The old man quickly looked at Zhou Qing's red eyes and immediately understood, feeling both shocked and angry.

But there's no other way right now; the physical body is destroyed, and the primordial spirit is already weak.

If they were to be hit by another killing move targeting the primordial spirit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He frantically formed hand seals, his speed suddenly increasing.

At this moment, Zhou Qing gradually lost his strength, his speed slowed down, and his spiritual power in his body rapidly diminished.

Without a target to fight, the effects of the [Five-Five Calligraphy] began to wane, and his cultivation level dropped back to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.

He subconsciously looked at Shen Hanyi.

The white-clad figure remained as aloof as frost, her eyes beneath the veil gazing blankly ahead.

"Never mind, she probably won't carry me..." Zhou Qing smiled bitterly to himself.

"Brother Zhao, could you give me a ride?" he called out to Zhao Muye.

Zhao Muye laughed upon hearing this and patted the white elephant on the back: "It seems that your move of fusing the lightning technique with the spirit seal took a lot of energy! Come on up!"

"Did you ask for my opinion?" The white elephant swayed its trunk in dissatisfaction, letting out a muffled protest.

"You have no sense of the bigger picture," Zhao Muyi said quietly, his tone serious.

"I invited him to join our Zhao family one minute, and the next minute I won't even give him this small favor. How do you expect him to view us?"

The white elephant remained silent for a moment, then reluctantly nodded.

Zhou Qing leaped onto the elephant's back and sat in front of Zhao Muye.

As soon as I sat down, I heard an excited voice behind me: "Brother Zhou, let me see your eyes!"

Zhao Muyi leaned closer to examine Zhou Qing's double pupils, his eyes full of curiosity. "You used this to lock onto that old ghost, right? That's really impressive!"

Zhou Qing nodded slightly. Facing these powerful cultivators from a fifth-level cultivation country at the Spirit Severing Realm, he knew that hiding the truth would be pointless.

Moreover, having used his ultimate skills in succession, coupled with the significant consumption of [Double Pupil], he definitely needs to quickly recover his energy.

"Over there!" Zhou Qing suddenly pointed to a certain empty space.

Without saying a word, Zhao Muyi threw another punch, the violent power of his body shaking the space.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the old man finally could not withstand the secret technique and was forced to reveal his true form.

"Youngster!" the old man roared, his voice trembling with fear, "Do you know who I am? If I were to perish here today..."

"Noisy!"

Shen Hanyi's cold eyes narrowed, and she gently raised her jade-like hand.

In an instant, nine ice crystal chains burst forth, each chain inscribed with ancient runes, coiling around the old man's primordial spirit like nine ice dragons.

"Blood Soul Protection!" the old man shouted, and a layer of blood-red light shield appeared on the surface of his primordial spirit.

However, wherever the ice chains passed, the crimson light shield froze inch by inch, emitting a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

"Ah!" the old man cried out in pain as his seven-colored primordial spirit dimmed once more.

Shen Hanyi pressed her advantage, forming hand seals to completely imprison the old man in a crystal-clear ice prison.

"Wait a minute!"

The old man's primordial spirit trembled violently, and the seven-colored light flickered.

"I know I was wrong!" His voice trembled. "Daughter Shen, there is actually no deep hatred between us. I was really confused this time."

"But that was done at someone's request. If you would be so kind as to grant me this, I am willing to offer up my life's most treasured possession."

Seeing that Shen Hanyi remained unmoved, he hurriedly added, "I can also swear an oath to the heavens, retiring to the mountains and forests, never to be your enemy again! I beg you, fairy, to grant me a way out."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Hanyi pointed a finger at the ice prison with a blank expression and began searching for her soul.

"No, no!" The old man's soul twisted in agony, and he let out a heart-wrenching wail.

After a long pause, a cold glint flashed in Shen Hanyi's eyes: "So that's how it is."

A cold light gathered between her jade-like fingers, clearly indicating that she was about to kill.

The old man's spirit was already extremely weak, its light so dim it was almost transparent, yet it still made a final struggle: "Wait, wait, I can still..."

"Could you please wait a moment, fellow Daoist?" The old emperor, Xuanyuan Chong, suddenly stepped forward and said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Shen Hanyi's eyes turned cold, and the cold glint in her fingertips remained undiminished.

Xuanyuan Chong quickly explained, "Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. I am not pleading for mercy."

"Although this place is in the outer city, it is still within the development area of ​​the imperial capital. If we were to kill a Spirit Severing Realm expert here, I'm afraid..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Hanyi lightly tapped her jade finger, and the ice prison instantly contracted.

Before the old man's spirit could even utter a scream, it turned into specks of ice and vanished into the world.

"boom--"

In the blink of an eye, an extremely cold and resentful aura suddenly erupted, turning an area of ​​nearly ten thousand miles into a gray, obsessive forbidden zone.

Strange frost formed on the ground, and the old man's mournful howl could be faintly heard echoing through the air.

"I don't like unexpected changes," Shen Hanyi said calmly.

Xuanyuan Chong smiled bitterly, but dared not say anything more.

Even he had no choice but to back down when faced with a Great Perfection of the Spirit Severing Realm.

Seeing that the matter was over, Zhao Muyi's eyes lit up, and he eagerly approached Zhou Qing.

"Brother Zhou, are you almost fully recovered now? Let's have a good fight!"

Zhou Qing forced a wry smile and said, "Brother Zhao, why don't you sense my cultivation level first?"

Zhao Muyi was taken aback upon hearing this, and then released his divine sense to investigate.

This probing question was quite significant; his eyes widened in shock, and his jaw nearly dropped to the ground: "The Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Realm?!"

"To be honest," Zhou Qing deliberately raised his voice so that Xuan Yuanchong and the others nearby could hear him clearly, "what I used just now was a secret technique given to me by a senior, which required burning one's lifespan as a price. Now that the time limit has passed, it has naturally reverted to its original form."

Zhao Muyi nodded as if he suddenly understood, stroking his chin and saying, "So that's how it is. No wonder! I was wondering why you were only at the Nascent Soul stage when we ate together last time. How come you're stronger than me now!"

But even as she said that, there was still a hint of regret in her eyes.

Not far away, Xuan Yuanchong and the others heard these words clearly.

The group exchanged meaningful glances, and this explanation confirmed their earlier guesses.

Otherwise, it would be too unbelievable that a Nascent Soul cultivator could unleash Spirit Severing power.

Unfortunately, they decided against using secret techniques that would shorten their lifespan. They had finally reached the Spirit Severing Realm, and had already wasted two or three thousand years; they dared not waste their time like that again.

After all, Zhou Qing was young and had a long lifespan, so he could withstand such extravagance.
Zhao Muyi shrugged helplessly, then looked intently at Shen Hanyi: "Alright, your problem is solved. How about we have a fight?"

"How about this, considering I helped you out?"

Shen Hanyi glanced at him indifferently, then her gaze sharpened as she turned to the distant void: "Since you're here, why hide your face?"

"Hahaha!"

A chilling laugh suddenly rang out, and space was torn apart as a figure stepped out into the air.

The newcomer was dressed in a black bone armor, covered with scarlet blood grooves, as if it were forged from the bones of thousands of ferocious beasts.

Black mist surged around him, exuding a terrifying aura. His blood-red eyes were cold and ruthless, and a long, black sword on his back emanated a chilling presence.

"Yama!" Zhao Muye frowned and said coldly, "Why are you acting like a thief, sneaking around like this? Are you planning a sneak attack?"

Upon seeing the other party, the old emperor Xuanyuan Chong instinctively adopted a defensive stance.

This person is exceptionally strong. Last time at Wuxiang Mountain, the opponent did not use their full strength because they were wary of this big man and the white elephant.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to handle it.

Zhou Qing was also shocked, never expecting to encounter Yama in this place.

The power of the replica ultimate weapon that the other party unleashed on Mount Wuxiang that day still makes him shudder.

That earth-shattering blow forced the old emperor to unleash his golden dragon of destiny to counter it.

Yanluo ignored Zhao Muye's words and instead looked at the old emperor, who was on high alert, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your rubbish." He waved his hand casually. "My visit that day was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"You must understand that everything in this world is always based on an exchange of equal value. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Relying on those unorthodox methods is ultimately nothing but a mirage, all show and no substance."

Faced with Yanluo's sarcasm, the members of the Xuanyuan family turned ashen-faced.

Emperor Xuanyuan Hao clenched his fists so tightly they turned white, and his knuckles cracked.

How could you, the chosen ones born in a fifth-level cultivation country, possibly understand the price we paid to take this step!
On what grounds? On what grounds do you so contemptuously deny all our efforts?
Zhao Muyi, who had been rejected by Zhou Qing and Shen Hanyi, suddenly laughed loudly: "I hate guys like you who like to lecture others the most. Come on, let's have a fight first!"

He clashed his fists together, producing a deafening sound like metal striking metal. His spiritual power erupted like a volcanic eruption, and the pressure of the late-stage Spirit Slaying Realm swept across the surroundings.

Yama glanced at him sideways and uttered two words lightly: "Bullet."

He then raised his hand in a gesture of dissuasion: "You can hit me, but..."

He surveyed the ravaged battlefield with a meaningful look, and asked, "Do you think now is the right time?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zhao Muyi's fighting spirit surged, his muscles bulging. "Then give me a straight answer! When are we going to fight?"

Yama looked up at the sky slowly and deliberately, and saw that the eastern horizon was already turning a pale white.

His bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly: "When the first ray of dawn pierces through the clouds."

Zhao Muyi followed his gaze, his eyes blazing with even greater intensity: "Fine! It's a deal!"

Yan Luo's lips curled into a smile as his gaze slowly turned to Shen Hanyi, who remained as cold as ice.

"If I'm not mistaken, this old man is from the Blood Pact Pavilion, isn't he? A blood pact is a bond, a fight to the death."

His blood-red eyes narrowed slightly. "The prices are clearly marked, and there's no deception. As long as you can afford enough spirit stones, they will accept the mission, no matter who the target is."

Shen Hanyi's eyes were as cold as ice, and she remained silent.

Yan Luo suddenly changed the subject: "To be honest, Yan Sen has a good eye."

He shook his head with feigned regret, "It's just that his life was too short. If he had lived a few more years, perhaps the Yan and Shen families could have become related by marriage."

As he spoke, he deliberately leaned closer: "It's strange, his death was shrouded in mystery, we don't even know where his remains are..."

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Shen Hanyi's veil. "Are you really not sad at all?"

Shen Hanyi remained as cold as ice, not even her eyelashes trembled, as if the person in front of her was not worth her speaking.

However, her pale lips beneath the veil were pressed into a cold, straight line, and the chill emanating from her body unconsciously intensified.

Seeing that his provocation had failed, Yama changed his tone: "I'm actually curious."

He circled around Shen Hanyi, walking on air, and asked, "Haven't you been promoted too quickly in the last two years?"

"I remember the last time was about twenty years ago, when you came back from the forbidden zone, you should have brought back a Transformation Divine Medicine, and then you broke through from the mid-stage to the late stage."

He suddenly stopped, his blood-red eyes flashing with a sharp light. "How long has it been? You've already advanced to the Great Perfection stage? What kind of rare treasure have you obtained this time?"

Zhao Muyi also looked at Shen Hanyi with curiosity, his face full of innocent curiosity, clearly unaware of these old stories.

Shen Hanyi's gaze was like a sword, and her perfected aura locked onto Yama: "What does this have to do with you?"

"No, no, no!" Yama laughed and waved his hand, stepping back. "I can't beat you right now."

Although he said that, the black mist around him suddenly solidified. "However, you also know that although there is a difference of one realm, it will not be so easy to defeat me."

The cold light in Shen Hanyi's eyes intensified, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

Zhou Qing stood silently, a sudden realization dawning on his mind.

The transformative elixir that Yama spoke of must be the [Ice Glass Spirit Sparrow Mushroom] in Forbidden Zone Six.

The red scroll that recorded the inscription-level divine power was lying next to it.
Moreover, through his appraisal, he had told Number Six that if it could be refined into the "Ice Glass Spirit Ascension Pill," it could help one break through the Spirit Severing Realm.

However, this transforming divine herb was something she sought out to save Shen Yunzhou. Presumably, Shen Hanyi used some scraps to refine it, which allowed her to break through to the later stage.

Later, upon learning that two transforming divine herbs were needed to save Shen Yunzhou, he went to the Kunpeng Palace with Shen Hanyi to obtain the Crimson Flame Golden Vine.

Thinking about it carefully, Shen Yunzhou was able to survive because of him, and both of the crucial items he obtained were thanks to him.
"Hey, your name is Zhou Qing, right?" Just as he was pondering, Yan Luo's voice pulled him back to reality.

Zhou Qing looked up and met those blood-red pupils.

"Now in this fourth-level cultivation country, your name is renowned far and wide." Yama clapped his hands and laughed, the bone armor making a crisp clanging sound.

"Such a young level four array master... truly has a bright future." His tone suddenly turned somber as he added, "I have a cousin who is also a level four array master, it's a pity..."

Waving his hand, "Let's not talk about it. Interested in joining the Yan family? I guarantee you'll reach the Spirit Severing Realm within a hundred years!"

"The Yan family!" Zhao Muyi's eyes widened in anger. "Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served? My Zhao family has already extended an invitation to Brother Zhou!"

Yama scoffed, "A bunch of brutes who only know how to throw punches."

He looked Zhao Muyi up and down with disdain. "What would you do with Master Zhou at your Zhao family? To help you swing stone weights and lift bronze tripods?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, "How many array masters and alchemists have left disappointed after being 'warmly invited' by you over the years?"

"You!" Zhao Muye was so angry that his spiritual power surged, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Zhou Qing stepped forward at the opportune moment, stood between the two, and bowed with his hands clasped: "I am grateful for your kindness. However, I am by nature undisciplined and do not like to be restrained."

"Moreover, the art of formations is as vast as the sea. I have only just begun to understand it, and I still need to calm my mind and carefully comprehend its mysteries."

Not far away, Xuan Yuanchong and the others all had complicated expressions upon hearing this.

They never expected that Zhou Qing would now be sought after by powerful foreign clans.

It seems we need to reconsider our approach to the Taiqing Sect in the future.
Faced with Zhou Qing's polite refusal, Zhao Muyi grinned, looking quite smug.

Yan Luo frowned slightly, but quickly smiled and said, "It's alright. If you change your mind in the future, the Yan family's doors will always be open for you."

Zhou Qing simply nodded slightly, but his gaze inadvertently swept towards Shen Hanyi's direction.

A gentle breeze lifted a corner of her veil, revealing glimpses of her slightly upturned lips.
The next moment, Yan Luo turned his gaze to Xuan Yuanchong and the other three, a half-smile playing on his lips: "It is said that it is better to resolve enmity than to make it. I apologize to you all for the offense I caused last time."

He casually cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Upon seeing this, Xuanyuan Chong could only cautiously return the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Yan, you are too kind. Are you from the Heavenly Fortune Holy Dynasty?"

“Indeed, the Southern Phoenix Prefecture of the Heavenly Fortune Holy Dynasty.” Yan Luo’s blood-red eyes flashed slightly, and he changed the subject, “The reason I came here is actually to ask you all for a small favor.”

He raised his hand and waved it, and spiritual energy condensed in the air into a lifelike image of a young man. "I wonder if any of you have seen this person before?"

The man in the video has a handsome face and a gentle smile on his lips, but he gives off a strange sense of aloofness.

Like a smiling tiger.

The moment Xuanyuan Shuo saw the image, his pupils contracted sharply, but quickly returned to normal.

His heart was pounding, after all, he knew this person all too well!
Years ago, in the border region, he hid in the shadows and witnessed the other party performing a soul search on his apprentice, Jiang Pojun.

Moreover, judging from what he said, this person was pursuing that silver-haired, veiled woman, and then he perished.

Wait, could it be that—

Soon, a series of pieces of information rapidly connected in his mind, and a conjecture emerged.

Could the area of ​​obsession formed on the island of the Bell and Gong Beast Demon Emperor be this person?

Can’t be wrong!
I knew it! All the Spirit Severing Realm experts within the Imperial Dynasty are here, and the number of Demon Emperors matches up. How could there be an extra Spirit Severing Realm Obsession Zone out of nowhere?
Moreover, this silver-haired, veiled woman has appeared within the imperial territory more than once. Who else could cause a powerful expert at the Spirit Severing Realm to perish silently?
After all, Spider King Ye Luo was killed by her with a single finger.

Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble.

Such a matter, involving two top powers, could easily plunge the entire dynasty into endless trouble if handled carelessly.

"I've never seen him before." The old emperor, Xuanyuan Chong, shook his head after examining him carefully. After all, he hadn't left the capital for many years. Then he turned to the others, "And you?"

Xuanyuan Shuo and the others shook their heads, their performance flawless.

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Yanluo's eyes: "Alright, I was just asking around anyway. After all, there are only a few cultivation kingdoms around the Heavenly Fortune Holy Dynasty. Since I haven't seen it before, never mind..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Muyi suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted, "It's dawn! It's dawn!"

The first ray of golden light pierced through the clouds, shining directly on his excited face.

But when he turned around, all that remained was a closing spatial rift; there was no sign of Yama.
"What the hell! Are you kidding me?!" Zhao Muye roared in fury. "Old Bai! Smell carefully where that bastard went!"

The white elephant's trunk drew an arc in the air, then suddenly stopped in one place and let out a deep, long bellow.

Without saying a word, Zhao Muyi flipped onto the elephant. The white elephant stomped its front hoof, tearing the space apart like a piece of cloth, and the man and the elephant instantly disappeared into it.

"gone."

Almost simultaneously, Shen Hanyi gently raised her hand, and a spatial rift silently opened.

She grabbed Zhou Qing's arm, lifted her foot, and disappeared into the void.

Xuan Yuanchong frowned as he stared at the continuously closing spatial rifts: "The favor of the three super families..."

He sighed softly, "After planning for so long, it seems we're not meant to be."

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(End of this chapter)