I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Fang Xuan then slowly walked forward, bent down, and picked up Shen Qingqing's storage ring from beside the one-eyed leader's stiff fingers.

Then, he carefully removed a piece of spirit bone, about a foot long, from the back of Shen Qingqing's dried corpse.

He examined it carefully, and only after confirming that it was correct did he put it into his storage ring.

And almost the instant he put away the spirit bone.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several whooshing sounds came rapidly from afar.

"Junior Nephew Fang! Junior Nephew Shen! Are you here?!"

A slightly aged voice rang out, accompanied by several figures riding flying magical artifacts, passing through the rain and landing at the edge of the mass grave.

It was the Qingyun Sect that received the distress signal and sent a support team.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and beard, and a serious face. He was a steward elder of the Punishment Hall.

Behind him followed four or five Foundation Establishment stage law enforcement disciples with considerable aura.

They were stunned by the sight before them as soon as they landed.

The ground was littered with corpses, broken traces of the array, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

And that particularly glaring, withered, and hideous female corpse.

"This...this is?!" The old man's pupils shrank as he immediately recognized Shen Qingqing's clothes and vaguely discernible face, and his expression changed drastically.

Fang Xuan then put on a sorrowful expression.

He stepped forward, bowed deeply to the old man, and said in a hoarse voice, "Elder... this disciple, along with Senior Sister Ning and Senior Sister Shen, were ordered to exterminate the evil cultivators. We tracked them to this mass grave, but unexpectedly fell into their ambush!"

"They laid a vicious array here and launched a sneak attack with treacherous magical artifacts... Senior Sister Shen was unfortunately killed by the evil cultivator leader while trying to save us... Those beasts even used evil magic to drain Senior Sister Shen's life force, leaving her in this state!"

He pointed to Shen Qingqing's dried corpse on the ground, and then to the heart at the feet of the one-eyed leader's corpse.

"This disciple and Senior Sister Ning fought desperately, but the suppression of the formation was too strong, and the number of evil cultivators was too great... Fortunately, Senior Sister Shen risked her life to disrupt the evil cultivators, which gave this disciple an opportunity to fight back and finally wipe out the entire group of evil cultivators..."

"Unfortunately, we couldn't save Senior Sister Shen in the end..."

His account was largely consistent with what happened, and he was very emotional. In addition, Ning Qian nodded silently beside him, and she did indeed have the marks of battle on her body, so it was hard not to believe him.

The old man from the punishment hall carefully examined the scene, and could only sigh deeply, his face showing regret and anger:

"Nephew Shen... his talent was extraordinary, I never expected him to perish here! These damned evil cultivators are truly heartless! Nephew Fang, please... take care."

"The sect will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give Peak Master Shen an explanation!"

He took out the recording stone and carefully recorded the scene.

Fang Xuan lowered his head; this wasn't steady enough.

Shen Chen wasn't stupid; he would never let the loss of the spirit bone go unpunished.

Even if the evidence at the scene points to heretical practitioners, he might suspect himself and might even relentlessly pursue the whereabouts of the spirit bones.

The fact that "heretical practices may lead to the loss of one's bones" must be firmly established.

Even if Shen Chen had suspicions, he couldn't find any way to turn the tables, and he dared not openly investigate, otherwise he would be slapping Lu Qingsong and the Criminal Hall in the face.

So, after the old man finished recording the scene, he instructed his disciples to prepare to collect the body.

Fang Xuan suddenly stepped forward, his face showing extreme grief and indignation, and said loudly:

"Elder! Senior Sister Shen has died tragically, her body barely cold, and yet she has been defiled by evil cultivators! This is an irreconcilable hatred! This disciple is incompetent and failed to protect Senior Sister, but we must not allow the corpses of these beasts to defile the territory of our Qingyun Sect!"

Before the old man could react, he suddenly raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and made a vague slash towards the corpses of the evil cultivators!

"Buzz—!"

A burst of spiritual energy shot out, sweeping past the corpses of all the evil cultivators.

Wherever the spiritual energy passed, the corpses, along with their clothes, storage bags, and weapons, were all obliterated in the rain.

The scene suddenly became much cleaner, which was more in line with the plot of the evil cultivator destroying the body after killing someone, and the righteous disciples annihilating the evil cultivator in anger and destroying the evil cultivator's body to vent their anger.

The elder of the Punishment Hall and the law enforcement disciples behind him were stunned. They did not expect Fang Xuan to be so emotional and to act so decisively.

But then I thought about it again. The fellow disciples died tragically, and in that way no less. Young people are full of vigor and might do something rash... It seems understandable.

The old man said nothing more, waving his hand: "Enough... Collect Junior Nephew Shen's remains and return to the sect!"

Fang Xuan watched as the enforcement disciples carefully wrapped Shen Qingqing's dried corpse in a white cloth, his eyes calm and unwavering.

Now, if Shen Chen still wants to shamelessly investigate the whereabouts of the spirit bone, he will only face the result that "after the evil cultivator seized the bone, the corpse and bones were completely annihilated by the angry Fang Xuan," leaving no way to prove anything.

Even if he had doubts, he could only swallow his anger and bear it, and at least on the surface, he dared not take any further action.

.......

Fang Xuan opened his paper umbrella and reached out to take Ning Qian's small hand, preparing to return to the inn.

Ning Qian, standing under the umbrella, looked up and spoke softly:

"Shen Chen won't simply assume it's a case of evil cultivators turning against each other; he'll definitely suspect you."

"So what if they know I killed her? With Lu Qingsong around and today's records from the Punishment Hall, on the surface, Shen Qingqing can only have been killed by an evil cultivator."

Ning Qian remained silent for a moment, then looked at the still drizzling rain outside the umbrella.

"If you don't like that spine... I'll make soup for you, so as not to waste it."

Fang Xuan: "..!!!"

His hand holding the umbrella handle trembled, and he almost dropped the umbrella.

Boil... boil some soup? For him to drink?!

Senior sister... you must be joking...