Hongxiu emerged from the shadows, looking at the corpses on the ground, showing absolutely no sadness.
Hongxiu smiled as she looked at her: "I didn't expect the little girl to be so clever. Knowing she couldn't win, she didn't fight head-on, and she even knew to use poison."
Feng Qinghuang stared at her but didn't say anything.
Feng Qinghuang had poisoned these women; anyone who touched them would be poisoned. But this old woman was ruthless; she didn't even touch them, as if they weren't her disciples.
He couldn't tell the old woman's cultivation level; could it be above his own? It seemed his previous concealment of his abilities was the right thing to do.
This old woman must be cautious; she knows she's using poison, which is why she's being so careful.
Actually, he deliberately used poison. After all, if this old woman was You Xuewu's master, he couldn't have failed to tell her that he could use poison.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful young girl before her, who also possessed considerable talent and intelligence, Hongxiu suddenly felt the urge to take her on as a disciple.
"Little girl, I see you have good aptitude. If you would become my disciple, I will spare you today. Moreover, all the resources of my Jade Maiden Palace will be yours afterward, how about that?"
Since Xuewu is already ruined, why not find someone with better potential to carry on the Jade Maiden Palace?
She had heard from Xuewu that this little girl in front of her was very likely a beast tamer. That would be entirely beneficial to her Jade Maiden Palace.
Feng Qinghuang felt a chill run down her spine when she heard that she wanted to take her as a disciple. Just now, she had been indifferent to the lives of her own disciples. How could she have the nerve to say that she wanted to take her as a disciple?
What makes her think she can agree to this, knowing how she treats her apprentices?
"I'm sorry, I have a master."
Hongxiu waved her hand: "What does it matter? No one has ever said that a person can only become a disciple of one sect."
Feng Qinghuang was speechless. Did this old woman not understand what she was saying? Couldn't she tell that she had already refused?
"Palace Master, your disciple is You Xuewu. I would never be in the same sect as a simpleton!"
Upon hearing Feng Qinghuang's words, Hongxiu's eyes narrowed dangerously. She had originally intended to spare her life, but now that this little girl was so ungrateful and knew her identity and sect, she knew that if she didn't kill her, she would be a constant threat in the future.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, then there's no need to keep you around."
After Hongxiu finished speaking, she took out her weapon and attacked. Hongxiu's weapon was also a longsword called Crescent Moon, which looked quite formidable.
Unlike the other maids, Hongxiu couldn't enter Feng Qinghuang's body. After all, she was the head of a sect, and her cultivation was naturally quite good. Otherwise, how could she be the head of a sect and lead her disciples?
Although Feng Qinghuang couldn't discern Hongxiu's cultivation level, she wasn't afraid. She raised her long whip and charged forward. Even if she couldn't win, she could protect herself; she still had her spiritual energy bombs!
With the spirit bomb deployed, she had plenty of time to escape.
Hongxiu kept a close eye on Feng Qinghuang's long whip. She knew the whip was poisonous, so every time Feng Qinghuang's whip was about to touch her body, Hongxiu would use her long sword to deflect it.
The two sparred for a long time, and Hongxiu even left several cuts on Feng Qinghuang's body, but Feng Qinghuang was unable to do anything to Hongxiu.
"Hmph, little girl, you'd better just surrender obediently, and I might as well give you some face."
While carefully dealing with the situation, Feng Qinghuang said, "Auntie, it's not certain who will win or lose yet."
When Hongxiu heard her call her "auntie," she almost lost her temper. She was not even thirty yet, how could she be called "auntie"? This damned little girl, how could she have no manners at all?
"Hmph, it's just a verbal battle. You can't beat me at all. You're just wasting your time."
Feng Qinghuang smiled calmly: "Even if I can't beat you, it's still better than being your disciple. Your sect is really amazing. The younger one can't beat you, so the older one comes. If you, the older one, still can't beat me, are you going to dig up the ancestors from their graves and continue to avenge the younger one? Your sect is truly rare in this world."
Hongxiu was furious when she heard her words. This little girl's mouth was too venomous; she had even insulted her ancestor.
Hongxiu's moves became even more ruthless. Just as Feng Qinghuang was about to unleash a spiritual energy ball, she suddenly felt a familiar, cool pine scent on her nose and fell into a warm embrace.
Hongxiu was also knocked far away, clutching her chest and coughing up blood as she collapsed to the ground.
"Aqi, you've arrived."
Rong Qi was furious when he saw the wounds on Feng Qinghuang's body, but after a careful examination, he found that they were just superficial injuries and was relieved.
"Jiaojiao, are you in pain? Why did you come out so late this time, and without any guards?"
Seeing Rong Qi angry, Feng Qinghuang quickly pleaded, "Qi, I was wrong. Don't be angry. Deal with this old woman first, and then I'll explain to you."
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