Fusheng Pavilion, Nanshan Residence.
On a lazy noon, a disciple returned from lunch to take a nap. Seeing that his fellow disciple was still lying in bed and had not woken up, he kindly went over to wake her up.
"Senior Sister Alan, you've been sleeping all morning, it's time to get up."
The person in bed had their head covered by the blanket, so their face could not be seen, and they showed no sign of getting up despite the noise.
"Senior Sister Alan? Wake up! If you don't get up, I'm going to go find Senior Sister Jiyue."
Whenever a fellow disciple is too lazy to get out of bed, the only way to wake her up is to bring up Senior Sister Jiyue, and it always works.
However, the person on the bed remained motionless.
The disciple paused for a moment, then reluctantly reached out and lifted her blanket.
The blanket was lifted little by little until Senior Sister Alan's face was revealed, and then the disciple turned her over.
"ah!"
The terrified screams attracted a lot of people. When they entered the room, they saw a person collapsed on the floor, pointing tremblingly at the bed, stammering, "Dead...dead person!"
A bold disciple stepped forward to look at Senior Sister Alan's corpse, but after just one glance, his face showed fear, and he quickly covered his eyes.
On the bed, Alan, who had been sleeping soundly, had sunken skin, his features were unrecognizable, and his complexion was bluish, as if he had been drained of blood and was lifeless.
Some of the more senior disciples managed to compose themselves and helped the disciple who had collapsed on the ground to his feet. "Senior Sister Jiyue is not here. You and I will go and report to the Grand Tutor."
The disciple seemed stunned, nodding blankly as he was helped to the main hall.
The remaining people dared not stay inside any longer, retreating to the outside, but still peering inside, completely surrounding the house.
However, none of them noticed a figure peeking out from behind them in a corner.
The figure looked at the surrounded house with a gloomy and indifferent gaze, a cold smile playing on his lips. He showed no fear or sympathy whatsoever; his eyes seemed to be admiring, as if he were admiring his own achievement.
After a while, Zhou Xiaotong looked away and stared at her hands.
Ever since she returned from the cave that day, she had felt an unusual power coursing through her entire body.
Originally only at the Qi Refining stage, she advanced two levels overnight, directly reaching the early Golden Core stage!
This sudden advancement filled her with joy. Becoming stronger had always been her wish. Once she became strong, she would no longer be bullied by others, and she would rise above them and trample them underfoot.
Therefore, in order to intensify her cultivation and make better use of this power, she did not hesitate to come to the Trial Square, which she had never dared to set foot in before, to meditate and cultivate.
The Trial Square was the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the entire Floating Life Pavilion, so it was naturally crowded with people. She came here with trepidation and cultivated cautiously, but she was still ridiculed and humiliated.
That person is Senior Sister Alan, who is now lying in bed and is completely dead.
Zhou Xiaotong's eyes turned fierce. This was her own fault, so no wonder she was so ruthless.
However, the feeling of killing was so strange that she couldn't help but become somewhat addicted.
Licking his dry lips, Zhou Xiaotong broke into a bloodthirsty smile. This way of obtaining spiritual power was much easier than cultivating on his own. It seemed he would have to kill a few more people.
Footsteps approached from afar; it was the old Grand Tutor.
Zhou Xiaotong's eyes flickered, and then she quietly left the spot.
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A place of life and death.
Night fell, and all was silent.
The magical beasts around the barrier, perhaps exhausted from roaring, lay down in the grass and slept soundly. Their deafening snores did not disturb Qinghe's sleep at all.
She leaned against the tree trunk with her eyes closed, resting, while Lingyin sat not far from her.
Looking at Qinghe's sleeping face, Lingyin tightened her fingers. After a while, she took out a cylindrical stone tool. She examined it for a long time before finally getting up slowly and carefully walking towards Qinghe without making a sound.
Lingyin stopped when she was about a meter away from her, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
Is this really the case? Do we really have to take the Divine Pearl? What if Senior Sister Qinghe finds out? Will I be kicked out of the group? Will I never be able to return to the Qingyun Sect? Will even he hate her?
A series of self-questions floated through her mind, and she closed her eyes tightly.
The thought of that man's look of disgust towards her caused her a sudden pang of heartache, but she couldn't ignore her father's illness...
After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind.
Her hands, holding the stone tool, trembled uncontrollably. She desperately suppressed her nervousness and walked step by step toward Qinghe.
Just as he was about to reach her, Qinghe suddenly spoke up: "If you're hungry, grill the meat yourself. Don't expect me to help you."
The sudden sound made Lingyin stop abruptly, gasp, and almost drop the stone tool from her grasp.
She stood still, not daring to move. She looked up at Qinghe and, finding that she hadn't opened her eyes, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She casually sat back down and said, "Oh, I'm a little hungry. Senior sister, you can rest. I can grill it myself."
Qinghe gave a muffled "hmm" and then fell asleep again.
Lingyin stared intently at Qinghe's face, as if trying to confirm whether she was asleep or not. However, after a long while, Qinghe did not speak again, as if what had just happened was her imagination.
After what had just happened, she dared not make any further moves and could only sit there roasting rabbit meat, glancing at Qinghe from time to time, and did not sleep all night.
The next day, Qinghe woke up feeling refreshed. When she looked back at Lingyin, she saw that Lingyin looked tired and had faint dark circles under her eyes.
"Didn't you sleep well?" She glanced at the still menacing monsters around her. "It's normal not to sleep well in this kind of environment."
Lingyin had nothing to say, and could only give a dry laugh in response.
She looked at Qinghe and hesitated, "Senior Sister, last night..."
Qinghe turned to look at her, puzzled, and asked, "What happened last night? Was something wrong?"
Lingyin looked directly into her eyes, her gaze clear and pure, as if she had completely forgotten what happened last night.
"It's nothing." Lingyin shook her head, paused for a moment, then turned and leaned against the tree trunk to rest.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The moment the Gate of Death opened, all the magical beasts disappeared. Qinghe removed the barrier and left the Gate of Death with Lingyin.
After waiting a short while in the cave, people emerged from the two doors one after another. Some were injured but looked satisfied, while others were resentful and muttered things like, "Next time I'll definitely defeat them."
Qinghe counted the number of people, which was much smaller than when they arrived. It seemed that many people had used the teleportation jade to return directly to the Floating Life Pavilion.
Lingyun was the last to come out. She was covered in dirt and grime. When she saw Qinghe, Meng rushed towards her.
"Ji Yue, I'm going to kill you!"
Qing gave her a disdainful look and dodged away.
Lingyun missed her target, but didn't pursue her further. She glanced warily at the bracelet on her hand, glared at her fiercely, and then turned and ran away.
Qinghe ignored her and directed the crowd to line up in an orderly fashion and leave the cave.
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