Upon hearing the name Ming Teng, Qing Zhi felt a moment of disorientation.
If she hadn't changed her apprentice during the apprenticeship ceremony and had continued to choose Ming Teng...
In his previous life, Ming Teng never complained about her admonitions.
Although he harbored some filthy thoughts towards her.
But he never even considered killing her!
But this upright gentleman in front of her, a disciple of a righteous sect who has amazed countless cultivators, wants to steal her divine artifact and leave her covered in wounds!
Remembering Ming Teng's identity as a demon lord, Qing Zhi coldly spat out a mouthful of blood at Cang Yue.
It stained his clean face red and dirty.
She raised the corners of her mouth, "What a pity, Cang Yue, even if you kill me and take away the Hundred Herbs Spirit Realm, you are still no match for Ming Teng!"
"You cowardly and despicable scoundrel, you will never be able to defeat Ming Teng!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
As if his sore spot had been stepped on, Cang Yue's veins bulged, and he wished he could tear Qing Zhi apart and skin her alive.
In what way is he inferior to that lowly bronze snake!
He comes from a legitimate family of cultivators and is undoubtedly the number one cultivator. How could Ming Teng, a heretical cultivator, be his match?
No rush, they are all his prey, his prey.
Cang Yue took a deep breath, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and looked coldly at his master who kowtowed three times and nine times every day.
“Master, you underestimate your disciple too much.”
"Right now, he should be the one kneeling down and begging for mercy."
Cang Yue broke off a vine, cut his palm, clenched it, and let the blood flow to the ground.
Suddenly, the ground began to undulate irregularly, as if the roar of a Qilin was coming from underground.
The wooden floorboards shattered one by one!
Qingzhi felt as if something had been awakened by Cangyue's blood!
The sound was coming from the southwest!
Qingzhi's eyes widened instantly.
Could it be that...
The Tingxuan Inn, a thousand miles away.
The two brothers, Nan Qi and Nan Fan, looked helplessly at the small box on the table.
"Alas, the young master ordered us to find Qilin before the imperial mausoleum closes again. Tonight, the concubines to be buried with him will be moved into the mausoleum, but right now, we haven't even seen a trace of Qilin."
Nan Qi looked at the small box in front of him.
"The young master said that if the contents of this box detect Qilin's aura, they will react immediately."
He picked up the box, shook it, and pressed his ear against it to listen to what was inside.
I didn't hear anything.
"Young Master, you wouldn't be lying to us, would you?"
“It’s not impossible.” Nan Fan pointed at his younger brother, then at himself.
"Among the cultivators of the same period, only the two of us earned the opportunity to enter the sect by working for ten years in the back mountain of the Cang family."
The Cangyue Ridge is shrouded in mist, making it seem like a perfect place for vacation and recuperation.
The back mountain, however, was shrouded in miasma and teeming with poisonous creatures.
Working in the back mountains, let alone ten years, very few people can survive even a year.
The two brothers were able to survive in Cangyue Ridge only by crawling out of a pile of dead bodies.
Neither of them had any interest in cultivating immortality.
All they wanted was a safe and secure place to live.
Life is as fragile as an ant's; just surviving is already a feat.
"If we can't find Qilin, the young master will blame us..."
After saying these words, Nan Qi felt a sudden tremor.
The box moved.
At first it was just a slight tremor, but it quickly turned into the entire table shaking.
"Yes, yes, yes, Qilin has arrived."
Nan Qi and Nan Fan quickly drew their swords.
Nan Fan was about to pick up the box to find Qi Lin's exact location.
He coughed.
A coughing sound, neither human nor animal, came from inside the box.
Startled, Nan Fan threw the box on the ground, and it bounced open.
A cloud of black mist instantly spread out, filling the entire room.
Beneath the black mist, the coughing became more pronounced, accompanied by terrifying roars.
It didn't sound like a living creature.
Dry, cold, and oppressive, like a summoning of spirits.
"Little brother, watch out!"
Before Nan Fan could finish speaking, his throat was slit open, and he felt as if a huge tube was blocking his throat, sucking all the blood out of his body.
"elder brother!"
"Brother, where are you?"
Beneath the black fog, Nan Qi could not see his brother's shadow at all.
All I could do was shout loudly in hopes of getting a response from him.
Qingzhi only knew that Qilin required a blood oath to recognize its master, but she did not know that in order for Qilin to exert its greatest power, a living person had to be sacrificed every time it was activated.
Clearly, Nan Fan and Nan Qi were the best candidates in Cang Yue's mind.
"No...don't...come closer."
With his last ounce of strength, Nan Fan held onto Qi Lin tightly.
This buys time for the younger brother to escape to a safe area.
Qilin's crimson eyes, perched atop the sword sheath, stared blankly at Nanfan. It didn't understand human emotions; it only knew it was very hungry.
The owner told it to enjoy the two people in front of it.
Then kill everyone and turn this place into a living hell.
Afterwards, the master would come to give alms, and the surviving people would surely revere the master.
They regard their master as a savior.
The master does not need to ascend to the Heavenly Palace; he can become the ruler of this mortal realm and even the Six Realms on his own.
Qilin pushed aside Nanfan and headed straight for Nanqi, which exuded the aura of living people.
"Hungry."
"I'm so hungry."
"Fresh blood..."
Nan Qi was so frightened that he retreated step by step, just as his back hit the door.
The door opened from the outside.
Nan Qi collapsed to the ground, his heart pounding with fear, and crawled out using both hands and feet.
monster.
It's a monster.
When Qilin saw that Nanqi was about to flee, the black mist surrounding him gathered into ten thousand knives, which pierced straight towards Nanqi.
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