The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 478 Fifth Brother, wasn't it supposed to be a slash? Why was it changed to a stab? (Third Update)
Upon hearing this, Yan Wuxin threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice carrying a hint of feminine sharpness: "Hahaha, Fifth Brother is joking!"

Zhou Qing's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask, "What is the specific situation of that old fellow in the Heavenly Phoenix Palace?"

Yan Wuxin's laughter stopped abruptly, and then he said, "I'm living a comfortable life."

"Not only were they fed and cared for, but their previous injuries were also healed."

He added meaningfully, "After all, the people of the Heavenly Phoenix Palace know best that a soft approach is most effective when dealing with such tough opponents."

“Not long ago, a spy from the Xiao family sent back news,” Yan Wuxin’s eyes flashed with a glint of light, “that Shen Yunzhou from the fourth branch of the Shen family is still alive. The head of the Xiao family almost caught him, but unfortunately, he was still seriously injured and escaped in the end.”

He licked his bright red lips and said with a sinister smile, "I plan to make a trip to the Fifth Tail in a few days. If I can capture this kid and take him to the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, he might be the key to pry open Shen Canghai's mouth."

Zhou Qing nodded calmly: "That's a good idea."

"Of course!" Yan Wuxin said smugly. "Some things we only realize how precious are when we're about to lose them. Now, this is probably the only direct descendant left in the Shen family."

He suddenly leaned closer to Zhou Qing and said, "Fifth Brother, you will take Shen Yunzhou there. If you can really get Shen Canghai to agree, the complete inscription-level divine ability will be yours!"

Zhou Qing slowly curled a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his hand and took out a rusty, broken sword, saying, "Look what this is?"

"What is this?" Yan Wuxin looked over and quickly looked puzzled.

Zhou Qing secretly observed his reaction, and it didn't seem like he was faking it; he seemed genuinely unaware of the situation, which reassured Zhou Qing.

Back in the Shen family, I used this "Tetanus" weapon to confront Bai Fengyin head-on, but the other party had no recollection of it at all.

It seems that the Yan family has never truly valued this seemingly ordinary broken sword.

After all, when they went to the Eastern Region to investigate, they hadn't even figured out the most basic characteristics of their own weapons.

Upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

He rarely used tetanus in public, and every time he did, it was a life-or-death struggle.

Most of the enemies who have witnessed its true power have already perished under its sword.

Moreover, compared to those dazzling divine weapons, this rusty broken sword is far too ordinary.

Several years ago, when he fought with a few members of the Xuanyuan clan, they didn't recognize him through his mask before he took it off.

Even Bai Fengyin, the deputy palace master of Tianhuang Palace, only thought that the sword was coated with a special poison and never suspected the strangeness of the sword itself.

Seeing Yan Wuxin's suspicious look, Zhou Qing smiled mysteriously: "This is a good thing I recently obtained, which is specially designed to resolve the hidden injuries and toxins accumulated in the body."

"Hidden injury poison? What do you mean?" Yan Wuxin asked, frowning.

Zhou Qing tapped the sword lightly with his fingers, producing a dull sound: "We've cultivated for so many years, fought so many battles, and suffered so many injuries. Every time we were injured, we thought we were healed, but it was like a shattered mirror."

He made a splicing gesture: "No matter how perfectly the surface is glued together, the cracks will always be there. These hidden flaws accumulate over time and will eventually become stumbling blocks that prevent us from making breakthroughs."

Zhou Qing's words caused Yan Wuxin's expression to change slightly. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "Fifth Brother is indeed right."

Zhou Qing glanced at his second uncle, who was still being relentlessly bombarded by black lightning in the distance, and continued to explain, "These hidden injuries are like toxins accumulating in the body, and this sword..."

He paused deliberately, shaking the rusty broken sword in his hand: "We can expel all these 'poisons' by bleeding them out."

“You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it to you, so why don’t you try it yourself?” Zhou Qing suddenly held out his hand. “Here, give me your hand.”

Yan Wuxin had no suspicions and readily extended his right hand.

Zhou Qing lightly slashed with the seemingly useless broken sword—

"His!"

A thin, long wound immediately appeared on his palm!

Yan Wuxin's pupils constricted sharply as he watched the blood gushing from his palm. He was a supreme expert, his body tempered countless times, already reaching the point of indestructibility.

Now it was easily cut by a rusty broken sword?

He stared incredulously at the mottled rust on the sword. This thing looked like it would break at the slightest touch, yet it was so sharp.
"Fifth Brother, this..." A hint of surprise flashed in Yan Wuxin's eyes, then turned into ecstatic joy, "It truly is a priceless treasure!"

He couldn't help but reach out to touch the sword, but Zhou Qing subtly avoided him.

"Try to stop the bleeding," Zhou Qing suggested calmly.

Yan Wuxin then came to her senses and hurriedly circulated her spiritual power to try to seal the wound.

But what happened next made his expression change drastically—

That tiny wound was bleeding profusely!
He increased his spiritual energy output and tried several different hemostatic techniques, but the blood continued to gush out, quickly forming a small puddle on the ground.

Zhou Qing explained slowly, "These are the toxins that have accumulated in your body for many years. They are now being expelled through your blood. They are not part of your body, so naturally the bleeding cannot be stopped."

"So that's how it is! That's amazing!" Yan Wuxin suddenly realized, his eyes shining as he stared at the rusty broken sword.

“Given your condition, this wound is draining too slowly.” Zhou Qing revealed a sinister smile. “Come on, let me make a few more incisions for you.”

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Fifth Brother," Yan Wuxin nodded gratefully.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes: "We're brothers, no need to be so polite."

With that, he raised his sword and slashed Yan Wuxin's arms, thighs, and waist, cutting more than a dozen wounds, causing blood to gush out like a spring.

"Fifth Brother, isn't it almost done?" Seeing that Zhou Qing was still about to paddle, Yan Wuxin couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Qing twisted his neck, but his tone was strangely gentle: "A supreme being like you, afraid of pain from such a small injury? The more wounds you have, the faster the detoxification will be. Stopping the bleeding will be a piece of cake for you."

As Zhou Qing spoke, he slashed again.

Yan Wuxin had no choice but to give up, but she still felt something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Fifth Brother, that cut was too big! Wasn't it supposed to be a slit? Why did it turn into a stab?" Yan Wuxin gasped in pain, but dared not resist.

Zhou Qing remained expressionless: "The toxins on your waist have all clumped together; you need to take extra care of it."

As he spoke, he turned the sword and nearly slit the other man's throat.

"Fifth Brother, be careful!" Yan Wuxin hurriedly leaned back.

"What? You don't trust your fifth brother?" Zhou Qing feigned displeasure, but his hands continued moving. "We've been brothers for so many years, would I ever harm you?"

"But Fifth Brother..." Yan Wuxin looked down at the dozen or so bloody wounds on his body, his face pale, "They're practically riddled with holes."

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Zhou Qing shook his head with a solemn expression, “I never expected you to be so deeply poisoned.”

"She looked perfectly healthy on the surface, but who knew that toxins had accumulated to this extent inside her body? If it hadn't been discovered in time..."

He deliberately left his words unfinished, letting Yan Wuxin imagine the consequences for herself.

"Thank you, Fifth Brother." Yan Wuxin forced a smile.

Suddenly realizing that Zhou Qing's sword was aimed at his face, he quickly leaned back and cried out, "Wait! Forget about my face, I care about my face!"

Zhou Qing clicked his tongue regretfully: "Alright then, lift your foot up."

"Feet too?!" Yan Wuxin's voice changed.

"There are many acupoints on the soles of the feet, making them the best place for detoxification," Zhou Qing said seriously, the rusty sword in his hand beginning to tremble slightly with excitement.

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(End of this chapter)