The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 470 Second Uncle and the Old Hen (First Update)
Yan Sen and Yan Luo, two promising talents, both suffered setbacks due to the Shen family's affairs.

One was assassinated while pursuing Shen Hanyi, the pride of the Shen family, while the other died mysteriously while on a mission to invite Master Qingzhou.

This angered the Yan family, who went to the Fifth Tail to demand an explanation, leading to a conflict that ultimately resulted in the destruction of the Shen family.

but
These are ultimately just the versions that the Yan family has publicly stated.

But another version is circulating in secret—

Those two prodigies actually died at the hands of the same person—Zhou Qing!
It is said that the truth was only revealed by the Yan family patriarch using a secret technique, but whether it is true or not is unknown.

“The fifth, seventh, and ninth ancestors of the Yan family!” A fierce killing intent surged in Zhou Qing’s eyes.

The Qingyu Immortal Sect, Jinlei Sect, Tianji Sect, and Cangyan Dao Palace—more than a million disciples from these four sects—all died at the hands of these three.

If this blood debt is not avenged...
How could he possibly face those who died unjustly because of him!
Just as Zhou Qing was about to leave the inn to find another place to verify the authenticity of the information, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of the second-floor window, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Through the carved window lattice, on the long street, the back of a middle-aged man with an old hen perched on his shoulder was swaying and pacing leisurely.

The ruffled hen tilted its head, its dull, beady eyes revealing a hint of foolishness.

Above that person's head, a line of gilded characters floated: "[A trustworthy little child]!"
"Second Uncle—"

Zhou Qing's throat bobbed, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and her voice trembled without her even realizing it.

He no longer cared about concealing his whereabouts, and with a leap, the wooden window shattered under the force of the surging air.

"Coo?!" The old hen, which had been dozing on Uncle Er's shoulder, suddenly turned its head as if it had sensed something.

A figure with gray hair and wearing a mask rushed directly towards them.

Those usually dull, beady eyes unexpectedly flashed with a hint of human-like surprise.

boom!
Just as Uncle Erda was about to step into the threshold of the pharmacy next door, a sudden force came from behind, causing him to stumble.

Before he could react, a pair of large, well-defined hands had already gripped his waist tightly with astonishing force.

"Hiss—" The second uncle looked down and saw the hands that clearly belonged to men, and immediately got angry.

"What a shameless pimp! In all my years of life, I've hated nothing more than this kind of homosexual—"

"Second uncle!"

Before he could finish shouting, Zhou Qing's trembling voice came from behind, and the second uncle immediately shuddered.

His head turned 180 degrees in a bizarre manner, his neck twisted at an exaggerated angle, directly facing Zhou Qing's tearful face.

This horrifying scene sent chills down Zhou Qing's spine, who had been filled with excitement and longing.

He quickly released his arms and subconsciously took a half step back.

The second uncle slowly turned around, his eyes gleaming with disbelief: "Zhou Qing?!"

“It’s me, Second Uncle!” Zhou Qing nodded emphatically, his eyes welling up with tears.

"You brat!" Second Uncle punched Zhou Qing in the chest, but the force was as light as a caress. "Do you know how worried I was about you!"

Zhou Qing finally stopped crying and started laughing. At that moment, he felt like he had found family and a pillar of support.

……

Inside the inn's private room, the warm yellow candlelight flickered gently.

Zhou Qinghuai held the old hen, gently stroking its increasingly glossy feathers, and listened with a smile to his second uncle's animated storytelling.

It turned out that after that hasty farewell that night, the second uncle embarked on his escape again.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he managed to break through the tracking mark planted by Su Minghe. Although he was seriously injured, he managed to save his life. This ordeal severely depleted his energy, and it took him a long time to gradually recover.

Later, he risked returning to the former site of the Shen family, only to find it a ruin shrouded in a gray fog of obsession.

Countless other cultivators roamed among them, searching for valuable treasures like vultures.

For the past six years, he has been trying to contact Zhou Qing, but has never been able to get any news from him.

Now the entire Southern Phoenix Prefecture knows that Zhou Qing possesses two inscription-level divine abilities, and all forces are searching for his whereabouts.

Therefore, he deduced that the fifth tail must be the focus of everyone's search, and as long as Zhou Qing wasn't stupid, he would definitely take his granddaughter to find another place.

To this end, he traveled to many regions, focusing on finding the location of the Third, Fifth, and Sixth Tail.

To make it easier for Zhou Qing to recognize him, he even carried the old hen on his shoulder at all times—of course, this was a last resort.

Damn it, this guy can now ignore the isolation restrictions inside the spirit beast pouch and almost ate his ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

When the ginseng was taken out after sensing the cries for help from the little blood child, two horrifying tooth holes were found on it.

That guy, he's so heartbroken!

"Now you've finally found your master," Uncle Er glared at the old hen with annoyance. "You've done more than enough by not abandoning you along the way."

Zhou Qing chuckled upon hearing this, gently scratching the old hen's chin—during that time, he must have returned to the Holy Martial Dynasty to settle Yao Yao.

Then, Zhou Qing recounted his experiences after the two separated.

After hearing this, Uncle Erda couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He had also been to the Azure Feather Immortal Sect, and Fairy Xuanyou was considered his junior sister, but he never expected her to end up like this.

"Those beasts from the Yan family!" Uncle Er slammed his fist on the table in anger, the wooden table making a dull thud.

"None of them will escape." Zhou Qing's eyes flashed with cold light, his killing intent palpable.

The second uncle remained silent, his gaze complex.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qing looked down at the hen in his arms, which he had been petting until it was drowsy, then coughed lightly and recounted the situation of the Taiqing Sect.

He deliberately lowered his voice, "Following the remaining traces, I can confirm that the person who packed up and took away the Taiqing Sect was none other than that ancient tree in the forbidden area of ​​the cave!"

As he spoke, he kept a close eye on the old hen under his paw.

Sure enough, the plump body trembled slightly, and even its feathers quivered gently.

A look of understanding flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes—it seemed that in the past six years, this innate spirit had become much more lucid and was no longer as confused as before.

Upon hearing this, the second uncle was taken aback at first, then his expression suddenly changed, and he clapped his hands, saying, "So that's how it is!"

He pondered for a moment, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his cloudy eyes, "When I first entered the forbidden area, I sensed that the ancient tree was extraordinary."

"Especially those few emerald leaves at the top of the canopy, they are clearly a rare and precious treasure of heaven and earth."

At this point, the second uncle's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels.

"However, as soon as I climbed the tree trunk, I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head. Terrified, I had no choice but to retreat hastily and instead chose the third coffin."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Who would have thought that once I went in, I would be trapped for so many years?"

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, his face also showing nostalgia.

Two hundred years have passed since he first stepped into the cave and led Second Uncle out with that chipped rough porcelain bowl.

Time really flies!
(End of this chapter)