The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 388 She's your cousin? How is that possible! (6k)

At this moment, the sky above the Hulong Mountain Range, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the capital of Jiuli, is shattered and the earth is trembling.

Zhao Muyi was covered in blood, and every battle mark on his bronze skin resembled a burning flame, intense and violent.

He stood atop a collapsed mountain peak, with rubble tumbling down beneath his feet and lava gushing forth, turning the sky for miles around crimson.

"Run, why don't you run?"

Four figures walked through the air, the leader, an old man in purple robes, holding a bronze spear, looking at Zhao Muye with a sneer.

The three people behind him each occupied a position in the three realms of the heavens, their aura locking onto the entire mountain range and blocking all of Zhao Muye's escape routes.

"Run?" Zhao Muye grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "I'm choosing a graveyard for you guys!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and the entire mountain exploded, sending rocks flying out like a torrential rain.

He moved like lightning, rushing directly towards the purple-robed elder in the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm at the forefront.

"boom!"

Zhao Muyi unleashed a punch, the pure power of his physical body compressing the air and creating a visible shockwave that shattered the space inch by inch.

The purple-robed elder blocked with his spear, but was blasted back thousands of feet by the punch, his arms went numb, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Muye moved again, crashing into another mid-stage Spirit Slaying Realm Elder like a wild dragon.

The man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly summoned his protective spiritual light and simultaneously made hand seals to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, transforming it into a giant palm a thousand feet long that pressed down.

Zhao Muyi neither dodged nor evaded, but directly confronted the attack head-on with his bare body!
"boom--!"

The giant hand shattered, and Zhao Muye's fist pierced through the spiritual light, slamming heavily into the chest of the elder.

The opponent spat out a mouthful of blood, his ribs were broken, and his body crashed into the mountain below, stirring up a cloud of dust.

However, just as Zhao Muye was preparing to give chase, the attacks from the other two retainers arrived!

A man wielded a blood-red longsword, its blade gleaming like a river of blood, each wisp of its aura containing the power to annihilate even the most divine soul.

The other person formed a hand seal, invoking the laws of heaven and earth to create an invisible cage, attempting to imprison Zhao Muye's movements.

Zhao Muyi roared, his battle patterns bursting with brilliant golden light, forcefully breaking free of his restraints, and shattering the blood-red blade light with a backhand punch.

But in that instant, the purple-robed elder's spear arrived, piercing straight into his back!

"puff!"

The spear pierced Zhao Muye's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

He grunted, but grinned maliciously as he grabbed the spear shaft with his other hand, pulled the purple-robed old man in front of him, and slammed his other fist into the man's head!
The purple-robed elder's pupils constricted sharply. He hastily turned his head to dodge, but was still grazed by the force of the punch, leaving half of his face a bloody mess.

"Madman!" he roared, his spear jerked, and he forcefully broke free from Zhao Muye's grip, retreating rapidly.

Zhao Muyi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit intensifying: "Again!"

The battle is intensifying!

The four retainers worked together seamlessly, with the purple-robed elder taking the lead in the attack while the other three held Zhao Muye back, constantly wearing down his stamina.

Although his physical body was strong, it was ultimately unable to withstand the siege of four Spirit Severing Realm experts for long.

Gradually, Zhao Muyi began to lose ground.

His punches were still ferocious, but the speed was not as fast as it was at the beginning, especially as the light of the battle runes on his body gradually dimmed.

With each hard-fought clash, his injuries worsened, and blood splattered everywhere.

In the dense forest further away, Zhou Qing concealed his aura perfectly.

His brows were furrowed, but his gaze was not on the battlefield; instead, it was fixed on the northeast direction.

There, a figure clad in jet-black bone armor and carrying a long, black sword lurked in the shadows like a ghost.

It was none other than Yama, the King of Hell.

Zhou Qing was surprised to find that the other party was also there, seemingly preparing to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Looking at Zhao Muye, who was constantly at a disadvantage in the air, Zhou Qing shook his head: "That big oaf..."

"boom!"

Zhao Muyi shattered the thousand-foot-long blade of light coming towards him with a single punch, then grabbed the spear thrust at him by another retainer and broke it in two.

The broken gun transformed into a deadly weapon in his hands, piercing straight through the opponent's shoulder.

The worshipper screamed and fled in panic.

"That was great! Let's do it again!" Zhao Muye laughed wildly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His battle markings flickered on and off.

He stomped his foot, forcibly drawing upon the earth's energy within a hundred miles, which formed a layer of earth-yellow armor on his body.

The old man in purple robes sneered upon seeing this: "A death throes!"

Suddenly, the bronze spear in his hand shone with a dazzling blue light, and nine ancient patterns appeared on the spear shaft.

With a roar, nine beams of azure light transformed into ferocious dragons, tearing and lunging at Zhao Muye.

"war!"

Zhao Muyi neither dodged nor evaded, but unleashed a barrage of punches like thunder.

Each punch precisely struck the dragon's vital spot, shattering it into countless points of light.

But just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, the other two retainers launched a swift combined attack.

One person formed a hand seal, and thousands of chains appeared in the void.

The other person opened his mouth and spat out a stream of his life essence, which transformed into a blood-red Bagua diagram in the air.

The two combined to form a "cage between heaven and earth," imprisoning Zhao Muye.

"Crack!"

Zhao Muyi's bones creaked under the strain, and his armor shattered inch by inch.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared to the sky, "Open!"

Suddenly, all the battle runes on his body lit up, as if he was about to burn his source energy to forcefully break the seal.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" The purple-robed elder's expression changed drastically.

"Boom!"

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, Zhao Muye charged out like a god of war reborn from the ashes.

But the price he paid was extremely high—his skin cracked all over his body, he bled from all seven orifices, and even his pupils turned blood red.

At this moment, Zhao Muyi was at his last gasp, his body swaying but his back still straight.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then grinned: "Three late-stage Spirit Severing cultivators, one mid-stage Spirit Severing cultivator. Heh heh."

Before his laughter had even faded, he suddenly looked down at the mountains below, his voice booming like thunder: "Yama! I know you beast, you're hiding somewhere watching the show!"

"You directed this whole drama brilliantly. Even I'm starting to doubt whether you really killed the Jiuli royal family. I have no way to defend myself, and they just happened to see it!"

In the shadows in the distance, Zhou Qing could clearly see the cold smile that appeared on Yan Luo's lips.

He sighed inwardly.

Just as Shen Huangmao said, these body-refining fanatics in the Zhao family are all physically strong but mentally weak.

They use strategy, but you only know how to use your fists.

Upon hearing Zhao Muye's call, the purple-robed elder and the others immediately used their divine senses to scan the area, but found nothing.

"Stop spouting nonsense!" the old man roared. "Who else is here besides you? You killed six of my princes and two princesses, and stole my Nine Li treasures. You deserve to die!"

The bronze spear in his hand hummed and trembled, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"The Emperor and the former Emperor are busy with important matters at the border. We are the imperial guards. If we let you, this traitor, escape, how will we explain it to them!"

Instead of getting angry, Zhao Muye laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of wildness and unruliness: "I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you bunch of idiots!"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "I act with integrity and have a clear conscience!"

He glanced around at everyone, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "Today we are all knives in someone else's hands, so let's not laugh at each other!"

As Zhao Muyi spoke, his aura suddenly surged.

He slowly raised his right hand and pointed a finger at the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

"Boom-"

A heartbeat, as loud as a war drum, suddenly rang out and echoed throughout the entire mountain range.

The next moment, a monstrous aura suddenly erupted from his body. The originally dim battle runes were like a flaming galaxy, each rune radiating dazzling golden light.

"Battle Heaven Intent - Activate!"

In an instant, an extremely domineering will erupted from his body.

It seemed as if countless battle spirits were roaring between heaven and earth, causing the void to tremble and the clouds to disperse.

Zhao Muye's body grew taller at a visible speed, his muscles bulging like a dragon.

The burning battle patterns twisted and connected, eventually forming an ancient "battle spirit totem" on the body's surface.

In the totem, one can vaguely see a towering giant holding a battle axe, his feet treading on a galaxy.

This is precisely the "Battle Soul Possession" that the ancient warrior cultivation lineage is known for!

Upon seeing this, the four attendants' expressions changed drastically.

"Be careful, everyone. We must capture him no matter what and hand him over to the Emperor!"

The old man in purple robes shouted sharply, and suddenly thousands of star-like phantoms appeared around him.

"The Milky Way is boundless!"

Behind him unfolded a vast star map, each star containing destructive power.

This is not an ordinary celestial realm, but a realm of "Boundless Star River" where one comprehends the night sky and refines the entire galaxy into one's own being!

The moment the star map unfolds, the entire sky seems to be replaced by an endless starry sky, with billions of stars moving around, and even time seems to slow down.

Meanwhile, another white-browed old man clasped his hands together, and a towering ancient tree appeared above his head.

Nine dragons are coiled around the tree trunk, each one lifelike, its scales shimmering with a metallic luster.

The leaves, however, are burning flames; each falling leaf explodes in the air into a blazing inferno.

"Dragon Flame Ancient Tree Realm!"

The moment this tree appeared, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles was ignited, transforming into a sky full of fiery rain.

Even more terrifying, the dragons that had been entwined around the tree trunks came to life, weaving and roaming through the rain of fire, turning the entire battlefield into a fiery inferno.

The gray-robed elder suddenly sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, and thousands of illusory figures appeared around his body.

These figures, some sitting, some standing, some chanting scriptures, some practicing swordsmanship, each exuded a completely different aura.

There were elderly swordsmen, young and handsome scholars, innocent children, and even ferocious monsters.

"The Realm of a Hundred Aspects of All Beings!"

Once this realm appears, the entire world seems to transform into a vast expanse of mortal dust, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Even more bizarrely, these phantoms began to mimic Zhao Muye's movements, each unleashing combat techniques similar to his, as if millions of Zhao Muyes were attacking simultaneously.

Finally, the middle-aged woman gently removed her earrings and tossed them into the air. The earrings transformed into two bright, clear moons, and wherever the moonlight shone, everything became hazy and ethereal.

"The Taiyin Mirage Realm!"

This realm has cultivated the laws of illusion and reality to their extreme; under the moonlight, even space itself begins to distort and fold.

Not only that, the moonlight can actually erode fighting spirit, gradually wearing down one's will to fight without one even realizing it.

It is somewhat similar to the imperial majesty described in Zhou Qing's "The Imperial Scripture".

However, one is a quick test of skill, while the other is like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

Zhao Muyi's fighting spirit intensified, and his battle spirit totem burst forth with dazzling golden light.

He laughed loudly, his voice like thunder: "That's more like it! Rather than be plotted against and killed by villains, I'd rather die a glorious death in battle, so that I may live up to the bloodline of the Zhao family!"

Before he finished speaking, the battle patterns on his body suddenly reversed their direction, and each pattern burst forth with dazzling blood light.

The phantom of the God of War, wielding a giant axe, slashed fiercely at the core moon wheel of the Taiyin Mirage Realm.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the surface of the moon, and the middle-aged woman groaned as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

But a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, and she formed a hand seal, causing the moon wheel to suddenly split into nine bright moons, surrounding Zhao Muyi completely.

"Nine Wheels Soul Devouring!"

Nine bright moons simultaneously unleashed their blinding, cold light, each ray containing the power to melt away the soul.

Zhao Muyi's illusory image of the God of War began to blur, but he laughed even more maniacally.

"Well done!"

He suddenly punched himself in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The essence of blood transformed into nine crimson battle patterns in the air, each facing one of the nine bright moons.

"With blood as the catalyst, the battle spirit will never perish!"

The crimson battle patterns collided with the bright moon, unleashing a deafening roar.

The space collapsed layer by layer, revealing a pitch-black void.

The purple-robed elder pointed with one hand, and starlight fell, transforming into countless dazzling beams of light that blasted towards Zhao Muye.

Zhao Muye laughed wildly, and the War Soul Totem was completely ignited. The phantom of the War God, holding a giant axe, slashed at the starry river!
"boom--!"

Wherever the axe flashed, stars shattered and the Milky Way reversed!

The purple-robed elder's expression changed slightly. He formed a hand seal, and the star map suddenly shrank, transforming into a "giant star" that pressed down.

This star was entirely black, seemingly capable of devouring all light; it was the most powerful killing move of his artistic conception—"Silent Starfall!"

Zhao Muyi neither dodged nor evaded, his battle patterns burning to their extreme as he unleashed a punch!
"Battle the Heavens - Break Through the Stars!"

The fist collided with the stars, and the entire void collapsed instantly, with a terrifying shockwave sweeping across thousands of miles!
The old man in purple robes groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, while Zhao Muye's right arm was also a bloody mess, with shattered bones.

The white-browed elder's "Dragon Flame Ancient Tree Realm" also erupted completely at this moment.

Nine dragons roared and charged out, each spewing blazing flames that turned the entire battlefield into a sea of ​​fire.

Each of those burning leaves transformed into a fiery meteor, hurtling towards Zhao Muye!

Zhao Muyi roared, and his battle spirit totem trembled violently, his body radiating golden light as he withstood the scorching flames.

With his left hand forming a claw, he suddenly grabbed a dragon that was pouncing on him and tore it apart fiercely!
"Hey!"

The dragon was forcibly torn in half, its blood spilling out and turning into a rain of fire.

But the other eight dragons had already coiled around him, their dragon flames scorching his body.

Zhao Muye, his body charred black, grinned maliciously and smashed the head of one of the dragons with a backhand punch!

The "Hundred Aspects of All Beings" offered by the gray-robed worshipper also seized the opportunity to surge forward, unleashing almost the same combat techniques as Zhao Muyi, with thousands of phantoms attacking simultaneously.

Zhao Muyi's fighting spirit remained undiminished as he laughed wildly, "A mere illusion, you think you can disrupt my fighting spirit?"

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and the battle spirit totem suddenly erupted with a domineering will that could dominate the world!

"Battle Spirit - Break Through Illusion!"

A golden light swept across, and countless afterimages shattered like bubbles!
The gray-robed elder's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly made hand seals to stabilize his mind, but Zhao Muye had already taken a step forward, his battle axe sweeping across, aiming straight for his head!
"puff!"

The gray-robed priest hastily dodged, but still had his arm severed, and blood gushed out!

His face was deathly pale, and he staggered backward, his eyes filled with horror.

But just as Zhao Muyi was preparing to press his advantage, the several bright moons suddenly overlapped and transformed into a huge silver disc.

Silver light poured down like water, completely enveloping Zhao Muye.

In this eerie moonlight, his movements became sluggish, as if he were sinking into a swamp, and even breathing became difficult.

"This damn thing is really annoying!" Zhao Muye's breath continued to weaken, but he was helpless.

All he could do was roar and keep punching away the beams of moonlight that were coming at him.

His punches were still ferocious, but each punch seemed to be in slow motion, greatly reducing their power.

An hour passed quickly, and Zhao Muye was already covered in blood, his battle markings dull and lifeless, yet he still laughed heartily: "That was exhilarating! That was fucking exhilarating!"

Zhou Qing, who was watching from a distance, was filled with admiration.

This guy is simple-minded and straightforward.

When the assassins from the "Blood Pact Pavilion" attacked him before, Zhao Muyi had helped Shen Hanyi fight against them.

It's truly regrettable that such a thoughtless man has perished here.

Fortunately, he had already settled Lu Yaoyao and the old hen on the way here, so it would be more convenient for him to act alone now.

Zhou Qing quickly changed into his night clothes, put on a bronze tricolor mask, and at the same time vigilantly observed Yama, who was lurking in the shadows.

The dark figure remained motionless, like a venomous snake poised to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

"I still need to keep a closer eye on him," Zhou Qing thought to himself, as his spiritual energy began to circulate quietly within his body.

Just as Zhou Qing was about to make his move, a pale blue light curtain suddenly descended from the sky, like a light veil falling from the heavens, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Faint blue runes flowed across the light screen, and the phantom of a blue bird with outstretched wings could be vaguely seen moving within it.

"What is this...?" The purple-robed elder's pupils contracted slightly, and he thrust his bronze spear fiercely towards the light barrier.

But where the spear tip touched, blue ripples spread out, completely neutralizing the attack.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle woman with snow-white skin and flowing black hair stepped through the air.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the illusory bluebird in the light screen suddenly flapped its wings and cried out.

Amidst the clear chirping, the artistic conception of the four great deities froze briefly, as if suppressed by some higher-level power.

"Azure Feather Heavenly Net!" Yu Yan murmured softly, and an azure lotus flower bloomed from her fingertips.

The moment the lotus bloomed, countless blue feathers fell, each one landing precisely on the four great masters' killing moves, neutralizing their power.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Muyi broke free from his restraints. When he saw Yu Yan, he was first taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "Cousin, what are you doing here?"

"Hurry up and leave!" Yu Yan said without turning her head, her voice still gentle, but with an undeniable determination.

She formed a hand seal, and the illusory blue bird suddenly transformed into thousands of points of light, forming a swirling blue storm around the four great deities.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Muyi replied without hesitation: "Be careful!"

He originally intended to tear through space and escape, but as soon as he activated his spiritual power, he realized something was wrong.

The space here, spanning thousands of miles, has long been shattered, with unstable void rifts everywhere.

Given his current severely injured state, if he were to forcibly traverse space, he would likely be torn to shreds by the spatial turbulence before he could even escape.

"Damn it!" he cursed, immediately changing his strategy. He ignited the last bit of spiritual power in his body, transforming into a streak of crimson light and soaring into the sky.

Zhou Qing, watching from the shadows, was dumbfounded.

He never imagined that this gentle and graceful girl would actually be Zhao Muyi's cousin, that brute.

The contrast between a burly, violent man who throws punches at the drop of a hat and a quiet, elegant lady with a scholarly air about her is just too great.

"This..." Zhou Qing couldn't help but glance again at the blue figure in the center of the battlefield.

The swift was single-handedly restraining the four elders. Its slender figure appeared particularly fragile in the raging storm of spiritual energy, yet it exuded an indescribable composure.

With a flick of her fingertips, the azure feathers moved as if they were her own arms, neutralizing the killing moves of the four elders one by one.

Just then, a sinister smile appeared on Yanluo's lips, and his figure moved like a ghost, silently chasing after the direction Zhao Muyi had left in.

Zhou Qing frowned slightly, his gaze shifting rapidly between the swift and the receding shadows.

Although he had little contact with Zhao Muye, the rough man had always acted with integrity and would never let a woman cover his tracks.

The way he left so decisively must mean he knew his cousin had a way to escape.

Having figured this out, Zhou Qing no longer hesitated.

He swayed and followed the faint aura left by Yama.

Compared to the swift that could trap the four great masters, Zhao Muyi, who had escaped with serious injuries, clearly needed help more.

What's more, there's a venomous snake secretly following them.

……

call out--

Severely injured, Zhao Muyi fell uncontrollably into a deep canyon, smashing into the ground and sending rocks flying everywhere.

He staggered to regain his balance, immediately took out a bottle of crimson pills from his storage ring, and gulped them down.

Once the pill entered the stomach, it immediately transformed into a scalding hot current that surged through the limbs and bones, and the hideous wounds on the body surface began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Not enough," he gritted his teeth and took out two more top-grade wood spirit stones, their pure green color shimmering in his palms.

As the cultivation technique was activated, the spiritual energy from the spirit stone seeped into the body like a trickle, nourishing the damaged meridians.

Just then, the sky above the canyon suddenly darkened.

A dark figure appeared silently, its black bone armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and its jet-black longsword shrouded in a chilling black mist.

"I thought you weren't coming." Zhao Muye didn't even look up, casually crushing the spirit stone, which had exhausted its spiritual energy, into powder.

Yama's crimson pupils narrowed slightly, his voice laced with mockery: "Running so fast, isn't it because you're afraid of implicating your cousin?"

He slowly landed on the boulder ten zhang away. "It's interesting," he said. "You usually avoid women like the plague, even refusing to eat with them, afraid it would interfere with your cultivation. But you're surprisingly accommodating to your family."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zhao Muyi suddenly looked up, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes. "You despicable villain, what good will it do you to frame me?"

"Fool." Yanluo sneered, his long sword twirling lightly. "The eight great families of Nanhuang Prefecture have been fighting each other openly and secretly for tens of thousands of years. Which one of them didn't climb up by stepping on corpses?"

"But you're the only one who treats everyone as mere sparring partners to hone your physical skills. Aren't you stupid?!"

"Bullshit!" Zhao Muyi's eyes widened in anger, his battle markings glowing once more. "I act with integrity and honor!"

"Upright and honorable?" Yama suddenly laughed loudly, his laughter carrying a chilling undertone.

"In this cutthroat world of family feuds, you're talking to me about being upright and honorable?"

(End of this chapter)