The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 483 It's him again? Impossible! (Second Update)
"rise!"

With a hoarse, piercing shout, seventy-two pale white lanterns made of human skin suddenly lit up beneath the altar.

The lantern's surface was covered with blood-red runes, and the eerie green ghost fire inside suddenly surged with a "poof," transforming into seventy-two fire lines that poured into the extinguished soul lamp!
"Om-"

The soul lamp trembled violently, and the originally lifeless wick suddenly burst forth with a blinding blood-red light, as if it had been forcibly ignited.

"Lao Wu!"

Yan Wudao shouted quickly, his voice hoarse like a vengeful ghost demanding his life.

Without hesitation, the Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming struck his own chest with a palm, then spat out a mouthful of essence blood containing the supreme origin.

At the same time, the Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian also bit his tongue, and the blood mist spewed out by the two intertwined, forming a scarlet blood rainbow in the air!
"Tracing the Soul! Reflecting the Image!"

Yan Wudao formed a hand seal, and the blood rainbow instantly disappeared into the Soul Lamp.

"boom!!"

Inside the Soul Lamp, blood flames soared into the sky, and the ancient patterns on the lamp body writhed as if alive, eventually coalescing into a familiar figure in the fire.

When they saw the figure with cold eyes, all three of them were stunned.

"Zhou Qing, how is this possible!" Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian was the first to exclaim in surprise.

"boom--!"

The soul lamp shattered, scattering fragments everywhere!
Yan Wudao let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he stared intently at the last wisp of blood flame remaining on the altar, his brow furrowed.

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, paced back and forth in a fit of rage: "What is Zhou Qing? He's nothing but an ant in the mid-stage of the Spirit Severing Realm! Even if he killed Yan Sen and Yan Luo with his inscription-level divine power, the Ninth Ancestor is a Supreme!"

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Yan Wutian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Unless there were other supreme beings present at the time,” Yan Wuming said in a deep voice, “the reason Zhou Qing was sent to deliver the final blow was to mislead our judgment!”

Just then, the palace doors were suddenly pushed open.

The patriarch Yan Fengchen, who had been leaving, rushed in with a livid face.

"Ancestor, Fifth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, news has just come that someone has discovered a Supreme Being's fall in the Third Tail Central Region, right on the edge of our Yan Family's territory!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned pale.

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian narrowed his eyes: "Wait! Didn't the previous intelligence say that Zhou Qing appeared in the Fifth Tail and killed the Xiao family's patriarch and two elders? How come he suddenly appeared in our Third Tail?"

The Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming said coldly, "So that's how it is! He deliberately caused a big commotion at the Fifth Tail just to divert everyone's attention!"

"What does this have to do with Zhou Qing?" Yan Fengchen was momentarily confused.

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian said sternly, "Because the one who killed your Ninth Uncle was Zhou Qing!"

"What?!" Yan Fengchen was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

Ancestor Yan Wudao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his turbid eyes flashing with cold light: "Old Ninth died right under our noses, yet not a single word of news got out. It's too suspicious."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice hoarse: "If a Supreme Being wants to escape, even two or three experts of the same level can't stop him."

The Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming said in a deep voice, "That's not all. The Xiao family patriarch and the Liu family patriarch were also killed in the same way, without even a sound of a great battle."

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian suddenly said, "Don't forget, Zhou Qing is a Grandmaster of Array Dao who has condensed 30,000 Spirit Seals! He is fully capable of setting up a restriction that isolates the secrets of heaven!"

Everyone was shocked. Yan Wuming's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "So, the things that happened to the Xiao and Liu families were probably his doing too. This is revenge for the Shen family! Not to mention we also destroyed those four sects in the Eastern Region."

Yan Wutian sneered: "No matter how powerful Zhou Qing is, he can't possibly kill so many Supreme Beings by himself."

The hall fell silent instantly.

“Unless,” Yan Wutian said, emphasizing each word, “someone helps him. And the only bargaining chip he can offer is those two complete inscribed-level divine abilities! Just like when the Liu family patriarch came to us back then!”

If that were the case, that would be troublesome.

Yan Wudao's gaze swept over the three men with a gloomy expression, his voice hoarse: "If this boy is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat."

"Feng Chen, immediately recall Yan Wan and Yan Xiang who are training in the Desolate Forbidden Zone." He paused, then added, "Also, have all the Spirit Slaying Realm elders who are on missions outside return to the clan."

"Yes!" Yan Fengchen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly took out the communication jade slip.

"Fifth Brother, go spread the word." A ruthless glint flashed in Yan Wudao's eyes. "Say that Zhou Qing appeared at the Third Tail, seriously injured and on the run."

The Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming immediately understood: "Brother, don't worry, I'll send those forces that covet the inscription-level divine power to act as our spies."

Yan Wudao nodded, then looked at Yan Wutian and said, "Seventh Brother, you go to the Heavenly Phoenix Palace yourself."

"Bai Fengyin has long coveted the two inscribed-level divine abilities on Zhou Qing's body. This is a good opportunity to use him to get rid of this scourge."

The Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian nodded with a sinister grin: "Don't worry, elder brother, I will definitely let Bai Fengyin know. Zhou Qing remembers all about how he killed Shen Hanyi back then! This time, let them fight like dogs!"

"Remember this." Yan Wudao's cloudy eyes slowly swept over the three of them. "If you find Zhou Qing's whereabouts, just keep an eye on him from a distance. No one is allowed to make a move without authorization."

“This boy is not the same as before. Even the Ninth Prince has fallen into his hands. You must be more careful and avoid being ambushed.”

The three responded in unison and quickly left the main hall.

After everyone left, Yan Wudao stood alone in front of the altar, gazing at the broken soul lamp.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a vague unease, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

……

Inside an inn somewhere!
Little Yao Yao was riding a colorful old hen, spinning around in the private room, her laughter like silver bells.

The old hen seemed to have grown much larger, almost half a person's height, with glossy feathers, but her eyes revealed a sense of utter despair.

"Cluck cluck~" the old hen clucked weakly, carrying Yao Yao as she dodged the table leg.

In the corner, a tiny ginseng doll, no bigger than a palm, clutched its belly tightly, shivering behind a vase.

Its ginseng whiskers bristled, and its black bean-like eyes stared in terror at the old hen.

Last time in the spirit beast pouch, it almost ate itself. Although it managed to dodge in time, its belly was still pecked with two holes.

"Hahahaha!"

In the center of the private room, the second uncle stood with his shirt open, revealing his muscular chest, and held his wine bowl high above his head.

He exuded a subtle but powerful aura, causing the bowls and plates on the table to tremble slightly.

His aura, having just broken through to the Supreme Realm, was still somewhat unstable, occasionally leaking out a trace, startling even the spirit birds in the trees outside the window who dared not land.

"Congratulations, sir. Cough cough, congratulations, second sir, on reaching the Supreme Realm!" Shen Juefeng picked up his wine cup, his expression strange as he suppressed a laugh.

Shen Juefeng has lived for thousands of years, so it feels strange for him to suddenly call a peer "grandpa," but he still has a youthful cheerfulness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)