From the chaotic sea of ​​stars, it began to wreak havoc on all the heavens.

Chapter 122 Ugly Crow
While Zi Ling was worrying about her mother, Qin Sheng had already been led to another separate pavilion by a Qi Refining disciple of the Miaoyin Sect.

Qin Sheng's cultivation has now reached the Pseudo-Nascent Soul stage. If he wants to continue to improve, he can only prepare to form his Nascent Soul.

So for the rest of the time, Qin Sheng was speculating about the Ice-Fire Pill formula.

Half a month later, when Zi Ling came to inform him that it was time to depart, Qin Sheng calmly put away the Ice and Fire Pill recipe and left the pavilion with Wen Siyue.

Upon arriving at Miaoyin Gate Square, Zhou Yuan and a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples were waiting for them.

Two other unfamiliar Core Formation cultivators were also waiting there.

One of them was an elderly man with ruddy cheeks, looking as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The other person was a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Upon seeing Qin Sheng arrive, the two men were initially taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes, before their brows furrowed in unison.

"Zhou Yuan, this shipment is a top secret of our Miaoyin Sect, concerning the sect's development for the next ten years. How could you..."

The middle-aged scholar angrily addressed Zhou Yuan.

But before he could finish speaking, the red-faced old man spoke first, cupping his hands to Qin Sheng and saying, "This must be Qin Sheng, the newly promoted elder of my Miaoyin Sect. I am Zhao Zheng, and this fellow Daoist beside me is Fu Quan. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to give the middle-aged scholar a wink.

Elder Fu, who had been furious, immediately put on a kind smile. "So it's Fellow Daoist Qin. I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please forgive me."

"You two are too kind," Qin Sheng replied indifferently, then said to Zhou Yuan, "Sect Leader Zhou, it's time to set off."

In his view, these two were already dead, and since they were dead, there was no need to waste any words on them.

Zhou Yuan nodded with a smile. The discord between Elders Qin Sheng and Zhao Fu was exactly what she wanted.

Elder Fu, seeing Qin Sheng's disdainful attitude, sneered, "What's with the arrogance? Just wait a moment."

Elder Zhao, however, swallowed his words with a look.

Judging from this, it seems that Zhao Zheng is the one in charge.

Before long, the group transformed into more than a dozen streaks of light and headed towards Tianxing City.

The group flew for seven days straight.

As they passed through a certain sea area, Qin Sheng frowned and suddenly stopped.

Just then, Zhao Zheng's angry shout came from ahead, "Who's lurking around there? Get out here!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zheng opened his mouth and spat out a jade bottle. The bottle emitted a bright red light, and then a series of flames flew out of the bottle, shooting towards a nearby location like pillars.

Where there had been no one, the light suddenly dimmed, and a large patch of black mist burst forth, completely engulfing the flames.

Then a hideously ugly, masked, short, thin middle-aged man resembling a Pyke appeared there.

"Is this Wu Chou? He really is ugly enough." Qin Sheng, who had already habitually led Wen Siyue to the back of the group, couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the other party's appearance and sensed his mid-stage Core Formation cultivation.

Wen Siyue looked at Wu Chou with a terrified expression, then at her husband.

She felt much more at ease after Qin Sheng nodded to her.

At this moment, Zhou Yuan also recognized the middle-aged man, and her expression changed drastically as she said, "Ugly Crow, my Miaoyin Sect has no grudge against your Jiyin Island. What are you trying to do?"

"It's nothing. My ancestor is about to emerge from seclusion, and I heard that the Miaoyin Sect obtained a section of Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, which I wish to offer to my ancestor." Wu Chou glanced at everyone indifferently, his gaze settling on Zhou Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan's eyes clearly flashed with interest. She thought to herself, "This Extreme Yin Island is extremely powerful, with the Nascent Soul cultivator, Ancestor Extreme Yin, presiding over it."

If we could use a section of Thunder Bamboo, we could avoid a conflict with Extreme Yin Island.

That's certainly one option.

Just as Zhou Yuan was about to hand over the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, Zhao Fu and the other two spoke up, "Sect Master, why are you afraid of him? We have four Core Formation cultivators here. No matter how strong Ji Yin Island is, Wu Chou is only at the mid-Core Formation stage. As long as we join forces to destroy him, who will know?"

As they spoke, the two ignored Zhou Yuan and transformed into two streaks of light, flying towards Wu Chou.

During their flight, the two activated their magical artifacts, each unleashing two thick beams of light, one red and one green.

The sudden attack from the two caught Wu Chou off guard, leaving him little time to dodge and only enough time to erect a black magical protective shield.

Two beams of light, one red and one blue, struck the black light shield, shattering it and sending Wu Chou flying.

"You are courting death."

Enraged, Wu Chou's body surged with black energy, and he spun twice in the air before two thick black pythons lunged at Zhao Fu and his companion.

Zhao Fu and his companion were only a small realm weaker than Wu Chou in cultivation, so how could they possibly withstand the attack? Not daring to take a direct hit from Wu Chou, they were chased relentlessly by the Qi Python.

Wu Chou, however, ignored the two of them like a cat playing with a mouse, and instead looked at Zhou Yuan and the others.
"Haha. Since you are unwilling to hand over the Thunder Bamboo, then this young master will have no choice but to take it by force myself."

Amidst the loud laughter, Wu Chou's palms emitted a bloody light, and countless dark blue skulls appeared in the air.

Elder Zhao shouted anxiously, "Sect Master, and Fellow Daoist Qin, what are you waiting for?"

Now, Zhou Yuan had no choice but to take action.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, please trouble yourself to deal with Wu Chou." She turned to look at Qin Sheng, then said, "Disciples of Miaoyin Sect, listen to my command, take action and capture Wu Chou."

At Zhou Yuan's command, Zhou Yuan and a dozen or so disciples of the Miaoyin Sect went to meet Wu Chou.

But the next moment, screams of agony rang out from behind Zhou Yuan from many disciples of the Miaoyin Sect.

It turned out that a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect had been ambushed by other disciples of the Miaoyin Sect.

It was this sneak attack that distracted Zhou Yuan, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Chou let out a shrill cry and suddenly unleashed a barrage of skulls.

The skulls transformed into cyan chains in the air. Zhou Yuan nimbly swirled and shifted in the air, managing to dodge most of the chains. Unable to evade them all, she was struck by the chains, her protective aura shattered, and she was sent flying backward, coughing up blood.

"Zhao Zheng, Fu Quan, our sect has always treated you well, why have you betrayed us like this?"

Zhou Yuan looked at Elders Zhao and Fu with shock and anger, because those who had just been attacked were her confidants, while the attackers were disciples of Elders Zhao and Fu.

"Haha, Elders Zhao and Fu have already pledged allegiance to our Extreme Yin Island decades ago. Otherwise, how do you think your husband died?"

After Zhao Fu and the other person flew to his side, Wu Chou laughed loudly.

"So it was your Jiyin Island that killed my husband, along with Zhao Zheng and Fu Quan. Have you forgotten that my husband once saved your lives?"

Zhou Yuan screamed hysterically.

Elder Zhao's lips twitched slightly as he said, "Sect Leader Zhou, this is not our fault. I didn't want to either, but Elder Fu and I were already in his hands, and we had no choice in the matter."

(End of this chapter)