The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 482 Big Brother, Ninth Brother is Fine! (First Update)
At this moment——

"boom!"

The world suddenly changed color! The entire mountain range trembled violently, and a chilling gray mist surged out from the void.

The mist seemed to contain the wails of countless wronged souls, and in an instant it enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

In addition, jet-black beams of light shot up from where Yan Wuxin fell, piercing straight into the sky!
"The Vengeful Domain of a fallen Supreme Being?!" A smile appeared on Zhou Qing's lips.

This further confirms that Yan Wuxin, the ninth ancestor of the Yan family, has completely perished here.

Without saying a word, he waved his hand to put away all the array plates and flags, and rushed towards his second uncle who was healing.

"Second Uncle, let's go!"

He picked up the old man and grabbed the ancient ginseng that was squatting beside him.

"go!"

With a light tap of his toes, Zhou Qing transformed into a streak of light and sped toward the outer edge of the domain.

Behind him, the gray mist surged and chased after him like a living thing, within which countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen howling in pain.

……

Inside the Yan family's Soul Lighthouse.

"This...this is impossible, Ninth Master—"

The elder guarding the soul lamp stared intently at the once fiercely burning lamp.

At this moment, the wick dimmed rapidly, like a candle being extinguished, until it went out completely.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't seeing things. His face turned ashen.

He staggered back two steps and almost fell to the ground.

"The Ninth Ancestor has fallen?!"

He trembled as he took out the communication jade slip, his voice sharp and almost cracking: "Ancestor, something terrible has happened..."

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Deep within the upside-down pyramid, in a dark and gloomy hall, a long-extinguished soul lamp sits on a cold altar.

The lamp is old-fashioned, and the wick is charred black.

The patriarch of the Yan family, Yan Wudao, was as thin as a skeleton, sitting cross-legged on the altar, his body shrouded in a faint, cold aura.

He remained silent, staring intently at the soul lamp, his brows furrowed.

Below the steps, the Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming, the Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian, and the current patriarch Yan Fengchen stood solemnly, their expressions shifting between light and shadow.

"Big brother, there's nothing wrong with Ninth Brother. He clearly went to the Heavenly Phoenix Palace to investigate the situation of Old Ghost Shen. How could he suddenly perish? Could it be that the Heavenly Phoenix Palace was behind it?"

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian was a burly man. He roared, and his body was filled with murderous aura. Several cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

Yan Wudao remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the Soul Lamp.

After a moment of contemplation, the Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming slowly spoke: "Although the Heavenly Phoenix Palace is the top overlord of the Southern Phoenix State, it has always been arrogant. If it really wanted to deal with my Yan family, it wouldn't have targeted only the Ninth Prince."

"Then who else could it be?" Yan Wutian angrily flung his sleeves. "Could it be a remnant of the Shen family? Do those stray dogs even deserve to kill Ninth Brother?"

Patriarch Yan Fengchen shook his head slightly, his tone steady yet solemn: "Seventh Uncle, there are quite a few forces in Nanhuang Prefecture capable of killing Ninth Uncle."

“Besides the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, there are two temples, three sects, and four clans, each with at least three supreme beings in charge.”

"Could it be because of that half of the inscription-level divine power?" Yan Wutian's pupils shrank slightly.

Yan Wuming narrowed his eyes, his voice low and deep: "It's hard to say. However, based on the schedule, Lao Jiu should be back in the next couple of days, perhaps."

He suddenly paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and abruptly looked at Yan Fengchen: "Fengchen, immediately send someone to investigate whether there are any signs of a Supreme being's fall in the Third Tail region!" Yan Fengchen's heart skipped a beat: "Fifth Uncle means that Ninth Uncle fell near our Yan family's territory?"

"It's not impossible," Yan Wuming said coldly. "When a Supreme Being falls, the heavens and earth will surely display extraordinary phenomena, far more powerful than those of the Spirit Severing Realm. If anyone dares to kill my Yan family's Supreme Being right before our gates..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his murderous intent was already evident in his words.

Yan Fengchen immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Nephew will go and investigate right away!"

After he left, the hall fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Yan Wuming and Yan Wutian both looked at their elder brother on the altar.

Ancestor Yan Wudao frowned, his withered fingers gently tapping the edge of the soul lamp, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Even if we find the place of the fall, what then? The outcome cannot be changed—my Yan family has ultimately lost a supreme being."

Upon hearing this, both of them fell silent.

Yan Wudao slowly raised his head, a cold light flashing deep in his eyes: "Ninth Brother is not a reckless person; he would always announce his family name before a battle. The fact that the other side knew he was the supreme leader of the Yan family, yet still ruthlessly attacked, can only mean one thing."

"Someone is trying to harm our Yan family?" The Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming suddenly interrupted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Chong-"

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian suddenly drew a scarlet longsword from his back, the blade trembling and emitting a piercing whistle.

His eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his bulging muscles: "Who cares who they are! If they dare to touch a member of the Yan family, I'll tear them to pieces!"

Yan Wuming remained relatively calm and said in a deep voice, "Brother, no matter who the other party is, they must have something to rely on if they dare to attack Lao Jiu."

"We need to take precautions in advance; at the very least, we need to figure out who the enemy is."

"You want me to use 'Soul Tracing and Shadow Reflection' again?" Yan Wudao narrowed his eyes, his withered face appearing even more sinister under the dim light of the soul lamp.

“Exactly.” Yan Wuming nodded. “The site of the fall can be faked, and so can the traces of battle. If we are misled, it could lead to a fight between the two sides, allowing the real culprit to reap the benefits.”

Yan Wutian slapped his thigh, sparks flying as the blade cut through the ground: "Fifth Brother is right!"

"The technique of 'Soul Retracing and Shadow Reflection' is as fleeting as a flash in the pan. It can only reflect the face of the last person the deceased saw before their death in an instant. Whether it is the murderer or the witness, they will have nowhere to hide!"

"Last time, we used this secret technique to pull that little beast Zhou Qing out of the soul lamps of our two nephews, Yan Luo and Yan Sen!"

"That's why we stormed the Holy Martial Dynasty, destroyed their sect, and avenged our grievances!"

Yan Wudao remained silent for a moment, his withered fingers gently stroking the extinguished soul lamp, and finally nodded: "...Alright."

"Brother, please be careful during this process!" Upon hearing Yan Wudao's agreement, Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming hurriedly reminded him.

After all, using such a life-defying secret technique is extremely dangerous, and the slightest carelessness could result in a terrifying backlash.

They wouldn't have taken such a risk if they hadn't had no other choice.

Yan Wudao said no more and slowly closed his eyes.

"call--"

As he exhaled a breath of stale air, his shriveled chest suddenly and strangely swelled up.

Beneath the originally withered skin, dark red blood lines began to move, like countless tiny earthworms wriggling under the skin.

The next moment, Yan Wudao suddenly opened his eyes, and two strange blood-red magic seals appeared in his pupils.

His withered hands moved swiftly, forming ancient hand seals. With each fingertip movement, dark red blood mist seeped from his pores.

"puff--"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and a gush of pitch-black blood spurted out. The blood droplet solidified in mid-air, transforming into seventy-two hideous talismans that hovered in front of him.

(End of this chapter)