Chapter 712 Can’t Wait Any Longer
Yun Qingqing put away the Qiankun furnace and asked in a gentle voice:
"Is Miss Xue settled down?"
Chu Jingyan's eyes flickered and he nodded heavily:
"Thanks to the soul-strengthening elixir sent by the master, she has woken up. As long as she is rested for a period of time, she will be fine. I am willing to sacrifice my life to repay the master's great kindness!"
Yun Qingqing nodded slightly:
"No need to say more. I also needed the Qiankun furnace, and I happened to get the elixir in the Langhuan Palace, so it didn't take me much effort. But this time, I really need your help."
"I will not refuse even if I die!"
Chu Jingxue's soul finally recovered completely and he woke up at least half a year earlier than expected. He became even more grateful to Yun Qingqing.
"Let's go." Yun Qingqing said.
The two walked out of the dense forest, Yun Qingqing took out the Xuantie Order, and took Chu Jingyan into the mountain gate.
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The top of the main peak.
When Yun Qingqing returned to the main venue, the various sects were taking their seats in order according to their ranking in the Hall of Merit.
Just as she was walking towards the Tianyi Sect seat in front of her, a dozen people suddenly came towards her.
"Meet the chief sect leader!"
More than a dozen monks dressed in various costumes saluted in unison with loud voices.
Yun Qingqing glanced over and recognized that these were all members of the thirty-six sects in Baiheling - the old master Fang of Baisha Sect, the masters of Jinyi Sect, Liuli Sect, Cangyu Sect and other sects... There were more than a dozen sects shortlisted for this conference, which was not bad.
"No need to be so polite."
Shuihua Sect was also among them. Yun Qingqing stepped forward to help Kong Zhao up and spoke in a gentle voice:
"Master is our elder, so we should not use these empty formalities."
"Cough... okay." Kong Zhao coughed lightly and looked at Yun Qingqing with a complicated look.
The sects in Baiheling had gone into the mountains early on and were unable to witness the challenge competition in person, but those sects that were present spread the news of the astonishing scene like crazy as soon as they entered the mountains.
Kong Zhao just felt that his young disciple and his wife... were becoming more and more incomprehensible.
"By the way, Chang Heng said he would come too. Is he with you?"
Kong Zhao remembered what his young disciple said before he left, and wondered if he was with Yun Qingqing since he hadn't shown up.
Yun Qingqing was stunned for a moment, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes:
"He's coming too?"
The variable shown in the previous Questioning Heaven Hexagram, was it him again...
"Hmm? Didn't he come to you first?" Kong Zhao paused, thinking that he had misjudged the idea, and quickly said, "...I received a message from him yesterday, so he must be on his way."
After she said this, she felt that Yun Qingqing's expression was a little solemn, and she couldn't help but ask:
"Why, but what's wrong?"
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and shook her head:
"Nothing much, Master, please take a seat, it's about to begin."
Kong Zhao was a little confused, but the elder presiding over the meeting had already begun to remind her, so she stopped talking and turned back to her seat.
Yun Qingqing also sat down next to Si Ling. After secretly speaking a few words to the people from the Seven Stars Palace and Tianxuan Sect on both sides, she suddenly felt something. She turned around and saw Xiao Changheng walking towards the Shuihua Sect, but his eyes had already fallen on her.
Yun Qingqing's heart tightened slightly.
Today he was wearing a flawless snow-white robe, which set off his slender figure, making him look like a banished immortal.
The scene in Liufang's illusion instantly appeared in her mind, where he, dressed in white, turned into pieces and disappeared in the wind before her eyes.
Even the silver cloud pattern on the white clothes was almost identical to the one in the illusion...
"Master..." A slightly cool little hand suddenly grabbed her hand, and Si Ling's childish and cold voice rang in her ears, "What's wrong?"
Yun Qingqing came back to her senses and found that there was a hint of worry in Xiao Changheng's eyes when he looked at her. Knowing that he had noticed her emotional fluctuations, she immediately collected her thoughts.
"fine."
She patted Si Ling's hand to comfort him, and then sent a message to Xiao Changheng.
"Be careful during the competition and don't get hurt."
In this way, her previous worries were explained. Sure enough, Xiao Changheng nodded slightly at her, revealing a smile that made her feel relieved, then he retracted his gaze and sat in Shuihua Zong's seat.
Soon, all three hundred sects were in place, and the first day of competition of the Xuanmen Conference began.
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In a dark secret room deep in the forbidden area in the back mountain of Zhengyang Sect.
Yi Hengchong sat cross-legged in the center of the blood-colored magic circle, his face as pale as paper. The wound on his chest was still oozing black air, and it was obvious that the injury was serious.
"Master..." Zhao Chengming knelt outside the formation, his forehead touching the ground, "I am an incompetent disciple, I have brought shame to you..."
"Get up." Yi Hengchong sighed, his voice weak but gentle, "This is not your fault, it's that Yun Qingqing... who is too weird."
Zhao Chengming raised his head, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you Master for your understanding!"
“It’s just…” Yi Hengchong changed the subject, looking embarrassed, “Master is seriously injured now, there is something… I can only rely on you.”
Zhao Chengming immediately straightened his back: "Disciple will not refuse even if he dies!"
Yi Hengchong raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly and took out a dark magic stone from his arms: "Good disciple, your master was right about you."
The magic stone was engraved with strange runes, emitting a faint red light in the dim secret room.
“What is this…?” Zhao Chengming asked puzzledly.
"Come closer." Yi Hengchong said in a low voice.
Zhao Chengming stepped forward as he was told and was about to speak again when his eyes suddenly widened and he slowly lowered his head in disbelief.
There was a big hole in his heart, and in his mentor's bloody hand, was a still beating heart!
"Master...Father...why..."
"Heh... useless thing. Until now, the only useful thing about you is this inner demon that you accidentally nurtured! If you were someone with a pure mind, you would not be suitable to summon the Lord God!"
Yi Heng spoke in a sinister voice, letting his beloved disciple's body slowly fall to the ground, and placed his heart at the center of the formation.
"Use blood as a guide to welcome the Lord God!"
The blood light in the center of the magic circle shot up into the sky, and black mist rose, gradually condensing into a vague black shadow.
The black shadow was surrounded by a suffocating pressure, and a pair of scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen.
“Too slow…” The black shadow let out a low roar, the sound coming from the Netherworld, “The world’s spiritual energy has recovered to this extent… I can’t… wait any longer…”
Yi Hengchong knelt on the ground and said urgently:
"Lord God, please calm down. It was just a small accident today. It won't affect the overall situation! It's just that the believer was harmed and seriously injured. In order for everything to go smoothly tomorrow, please bless me!"
The black shadow was silent for a moment, and suddenly wisps of black gas emerged and penetrated into his body through the wounds on his body.
"Tomorrow I will send a divine messenger to you. This is your last chance... Don't let me down again..."
Yi Hengchong was trembling all over, and the paleness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a sickly flush.
He slowly raised his head, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes:
"Don't worry, Lord God, our believers will offer you everything!"
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