Li Wu shouted, "Senior Brother Lu! Something terrible has happened! Senior Sister Su has really been killed!"
"What?" Lu Chongshan had just left when he rushed back in a panic.
He opened the cell door again and went back into the cell.
Su Diandian was still the same as before, sleeping soundly with even breathing, and there was no visible injury on her body.
Lu Chongshan glared at Li Wu: "Nonsense! When did you learn to lie!"
"No, no! I'm not lying!" Li Wu argued. "I just saw the corpse puppet raise its iron hammer and smash Senior Sister Su to death with one blow."
"No need to explain!" Lu Chongshan once again flung his sleeves and left.
He had to go to He Caizhu’s house to handle some matters, so he didn’t have time to listen to Li Wu’s nonsense!
The listless Li Wu huddled silently in the corner, staring intently at the movements inside the cell.
He vowed that this time, no matter what he saw, he wouldn't be surprised anymore.
Just then, Su Diandian was woken up again.
She woke up with a frown and couldn't help but complain, "Can't you guys be a little quieter?"
Li Wu covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to even breathe.
Sijihuang gently stroked the newly healed scalp of her head, "Sleep a little longer?"
Su Diandian shook her head and refused.
Even though getting hammered means you can see your home, it still hurts like hell.
She touched the back of her head, slightly surprised. "The external injury healed so quickly?"
It seems that the wound healing speed has really accelerated after the improvement of cultivation level.
This is definitely not a good thing for her.
With nothing else to do, Su Diandian began to study Chi Ming'er, who was being carried on Ahei's shoulder.
She had not paid any attention to Chi Ming'er's situation before, and had no idea whether she was alive or dead.
"Are you planning to just leave Chi Ming'er with Ah Hei forever? What if she rots?" she asked curiously.
Sijihuang shook his head. "Dowry."
"Huh?" Su Diandian didn't understand. "What etiquette?"
"The betrothal gifts," Sijihuang said again, his face expressionless.
"Using a corpse as a betrothal gift?" Su Diandian gave a thumbs up. "That's creative."
“She killed the Fifth Elder of the Xuancang Sect,” Siji Huang explained calmly.
Because the Three Corpse Sect had been committing evil deeds under the guise of the Corpse Control Sect, the Corpse Control Sect was listed as the number one target by various sects.
The death of the fifth elder of the Xuancang Sect was also blamed on the Corpse Control Sect.
The Four Seasons Wasteland brought Chi Ming'er's corpse for two reasons: first, to wash away the infamy it carried on the Corpse Control Sect, and second, to show sincerity to the Xuan Cang Sect.
But Su Diandian was unaware of these things.
She just wanted to return to the Xuancang Sect as soon as possible.
The Xuancang Sect is less than a thousand miles away from Hele Town.
People arrived very quickly.
It was even faster than Lu Chongshan had imagined.
The handsome man in blue robes, exuding an air of ethereal elegance, atop the flying sword is Zhenming, the fourth elder of the Xuancang Sect's inner sect.
Lu Chongshan dared not look up at her divine appearance and could only kneel and worship with the others.
“Lu Chongshan, the disciple stationed in Hele Town, along with his fellow disciples, greets the Fourth Elder.”
Zhenming smiled and sheathed his flying sword, nodding to the crowd: "Get up."
After Lu Chongshan stood up, he secretly glanced behind him.
There was no one there.
"Fourth Elder, the Four Seasons Wilderness of the Corpse Control Sect is extremely ferocious, and the sect master is only..."
He didn't finish speaking, but Zhenming already understood what he meant.
Zhenming raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.
"Su Dian is my personal disciple, and I can make the decision about her alone."
He paused, then sighed, "Alas, as for Fifth Junior Brother's matter, the sect will send someone over again."
The implication is that he only cares about his own apprentices.
As for dealing with the seasonal famine, he didn't want to get involved.
Sure enough, after Zhenming entered the prison, another group of cultivators traveling on swords appeared in the sky.
The Third Elder of Xuancang Sect complained to the Second Elder as soon as he landed: "Look at Fourth Brother, he's usually so slow and steady, how come he ran so fast this time?"
"Sigh, it's all because of his precious disciple," the Second Elder said unhappily.
In the cell, Su Diandian was idly counting ants on the floor.
Suddenly, the cell door opened.
She looked up and saw a gentle, refined face.
They look familiar, but I can't quite place them right now.
"Xiao Dian, come back to the sect with me." Zhenming stretched out a hand to her.
Su Diandian looked up at him, "Master...Master?"
She remembered now; the gentle man in front of her was her former master.
“Xiao Dian, your cultivation level…” Zhenming frowned, a look of worry in his eyes. “I remember when you left the sect, you had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage.”
"Sigh, I ran into some trouble and lost my cultivation." Su Diandian replied casually.
Zhenming nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Sijihuang beside him, a hint of murderous intent hidden within.
"Because of him?" Zhenming asked.
Su Diandian shook her head vigorously, and casually lied, "In a forbidden area, I encountered a strange person, and when I woke up, my cultivation was gone."
"Oh, I see." Zhenming took Su Diandian's hand. "It's alright, your master will find a way to help you establish your foundation again."
"No need, no need, I'm fine as I am, hahaha..." Su Diandian didn't want any cultivation level, she just wanted to go home.
"Let's go then, let's go back to the sect first and talk again." Zhenming suppressed his hostility towards Sijihuang.
Sijihuang stood up and said coldly, "You can't take her away."
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