Yun Wan'er covered her face, warm blood seeping from between her fingers. The sticky sensation and excruciating pain made her tremble all over.
All traces of pitifulness and gentleness vanished at that moment; all that remained in her mind was primal panic and resentment.
Elder Qingxuan's unusual silence, his humble attitude towards that man, and the way Gu Xuanchen was easily crushed... all these signs combined to make her suddenly realize that the Tianyan Sect... might not be able to suppress Shen Zhaozhao...
Thinking of this, Yun Wan'er suppressed the screams and vicious curses that were about to burst from her throat. She bit her lip hard, and because she used too much force, the wound on her cheek was pulled, and another piercing pain made her vision go black.
"Shen Zhaozhao!"
Yun Wan'er could only stare intently at Shen Zhaozhao with her venomous eyes, as if she wanted to torture her to death with her gaze: "My master, True Person Lingxiao, will never stand by and watch me be humiliated and trampled on by you like this. You, you just wait!"
After uttering these harsh words, which were all bark and no bite, Yun Wan'er could no longer care about anything else. Covering her bleeding face, she stumbled down the spiral staircase without looking back. She had to find Qing Xuan immediately!
Her face... absolutely cannot be harmed!
Watching the disheveled figure flee, Shen Zhaozhao clicked her tongue lazily, then grabbed Pei Lang and Murong Xiao, who were still watching the commotion, with one hand each: "Stop watching, come with me to pay the bill and leave."
Unlike the obedient Murong Xiao, Pei Lang looked bewildered: "No, she was running like she was being chased by a dog, why are you in such a hurry?"
Shen Zhaozhao gave him a speechless look that said, "Why is your brain sometimes sharp and sometimes not?" without slowing down at all: "You calculate how long Master Lingxiao has been in seclusion?"
"Huh? From the preliminary rounds of the newcomer competition until now... um... it's been about a month, right?"
At this point, Pei Lang choked for a moment.
Oh, then it's time for that old Deng to come out.
"Xie Linyuan made this mess himself, and now he's just walking away without a care in the world."
Shen Zhaozhao showed no remorse whatsoever, blatantly shifting all the blame onto Xie Linyuan: "Instead of quickly settling the bill and taking my junior brother back to the sect to hide, am I supposed to wait outside for Lingxiao Zhenren to come out of seclusion and stab me to death with that broken whisk?"
Pei Lang looked shocked: "No, you didn't mention that you scratched that little white flower, did you?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao glanced sideways and asked, "Do you still want your pile of talisman paper, cinnabar, and thousand-year-old lightning-struck peach wood heartwood at a reasonable price?"
Pei Lang: "..."
Pei Lang's expression turned serious: "I think you're absolutely right! It's all Xie Linyuan's fault!"
"You're such a grown man, yet you act so impulsively! You don't consider the consequences at all!"
"How could you just attack the people of the Heavenly Evolution Sect like that? Look at the mess you've made! It's really unacceptable!"
Murong Xiao, who was standing next to him, was shocked. "Ah, no?"
You two are really good at shifting the blame!
So no matter how many people are at fault, in the end it's all the fault of the person who wasn't there, right?
Did His Majesty know that his reputation had been damaged like this after he left?!
...
at the same time.
His handsomeness was unparalleled within the clan.
The atmosphere within the sect was unusually gloomy.
In the past, although there were few people, it was either chaotic because Xie Linyuan was causing trouble, or everyone was doing well when Xie Linyuan was not around. But today, an invisible low pressure is shrouding the mountain gate.
In the center of the main hall, the second senior brother, Xiao Jingrui, seemed to have suffered some tremendous shock, and was sitting on the ground without any regard for his image.
His former glory was gone, his handsome appearance was gone, and he was like a puppet who had lost his soul. He hugged his obviously cracked alchemy furnace, which was emitting black smoke, and cried his heart out.
"My Nine-Turn Spirit-Concentrating Pill... three months' worth of hard work... all gone...!"
"Inner demons... Is this what my inner demons are?!"
He prepared countless rare and precious materials and devoted countless efforts, hoping that this batch of pills would help him enter the Nascent Soul realm. However, at the very last moment of pill formation, for some reason, he felt a strange panic welling up in his heart.
It's as if someone secretly spent 300,000 high-grade spirit stones on him, and then even charged the sect with the debt, making him work to pay it off.
Immediately, with a "bang," the furnace cracked, the elixir burned, and his heart shattered along with it.
Seeing Xiao Jingrui crying so sadly, Wan Qianqiu and Qin Zhenzhen frowned and tried to offer some feeble words of comfort.
Qin Zhenzhen scratched her head: "Second Senior Brother, stop howling. Look at this alchemy furnace, isn't it exploding beautifully?"
"These cracks, this charred distribution... um... why don't you let me use it to forge weapons?!"
Xiao Jingrui: "..." Qin Zhenzhen, shut up!
Wan Qianqiu, with his gentle and beautiful face, remained silent for a moment before cautiously speaking, "Rui Rui, it's nothing, it's no big deal!"
"Besides, out with the old, in with the new. Don't worry, your senior brother will get you two more alchemy furnaces later. Go ahead and fry, fry as much as you want. Your senior brother wants to see how many furnaces you can fry!"
Xiao Jingrui: "..." Senior brother, you shut up too!
As soon as Shen Zhaozhao and Murong Xiao stepped into the sect, they were greeted by a chaotic scene in the main hall.
"Fine!"
Xiao Jingrui's voice was maniacal, his eyes vacant: "The way of exploding furnaces, this is destiny! From this day forward, I will no longer refine pills, I will dedicate myself to exploding furnaces! I will become the first pill cultivator in Lingzhou to explode his way to the Nascent Soul stage!"
Wan Qianqiu squatted down beside him, completely unaware of Xiao Jingrui's increasingly dejected expression, and kept babbling on and on: "Rui Rui, it's right that you think this way!"
"If you put it that way, I'll go find you a sturdy one right now. We'll try our best to make it explode louder and more brilliantly. Even if we're just frying, we'll make it the best-looking one, don't you think!"
Murong Xiao: "..." Senior sister, is our sect always this "loving and affectionate"?
Shen Zhaozhao: "..." Uh.
A moment later, having learned the cause and effect, Shen Zhaozhao looked at Xiao Jingrui, who had begun to comprehend the "Way of Exploding the Furnace," and very gracefully untied the bulging storage bag from her waist.
Then, with a flick of the wrist—
"Splash!"
She dumped a pile of rare and precious materials, brimming with spiritual energy and radiating dazzling light, onto the smooth floor of the main hall.
The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Ice Heart Snow Lotus exuded a chilling aura, the Gu King's Secret Molt surged with an eerie light, and the Star Core twinkled like stars in the night sky... There were even a few pieces of rare metal that were clearly extraordinary and suitable for weapon cultivation mixed in.
Xiao Jingrui, who was just acting crazy: "?"
Wan Qianqiu, who sincerely suggested replacing the stove: "?"
Qin Zhenzhen, who was pondering how she melted the alchemy furnace, was speechless.
Junior sister?!
You changed jobs?!
He finally gave up sword cultivation and turned to banditry?!
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