Chapter 70: The Frail Beauty Whose Life Was Extended by the Immortal Cultivator (25)
The surrounding disciples became even more serious upon hearing this, and didn't dare to look at him any more.
It should be noted that although most of these disciples are much older than Xiao Yuheng in actual age, no one can compete with him in terms of strength.
This Xiao Yuheng is simply a terrifying and crazy killing weapon.
——Could such a powerful weapon actually have such a moment when even the most forged steel could be softened? It was truly terrifying.
The disciples who didn't dare to step forward to take a closer look lowered their heads, their eyes filled with admiration for Qingwu. This beauty... is so amazing!
When Qing Wu heard this, she nodded obediently. In an instant, the two figures disappeared from the spot.
On the main peak, inside the sect leader’s residence.
The sect leader's wife had a sullen look on her face, and appeared to be in a very bad mood.
The clan leader stood aside and gently consoled her, "Madam, this is her first time here, so don't scare her."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the Sect Master's wife simply glanced at the Sect Master coldly, followed by a heavy snort.
"I'm already doing her a great favor by allowing her to see me. How can I be nice to her, one of the indirect murderers of my son's death?"
The sect leader had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say. After all, it was Xiao Yuheng's own choice. Cultivators believed in cause and effect, and that everything had its own will and destiny.
Since Xiao Yuheng has made such a choice, he must have enough courage and ability to bear the consequences and risks that come with it.
And it's not just Xiao Yuheng. Now even Xiao Yuheng is obviously deeply in love with that girl. If the Sect Master's wife still wants another son, she has to be nicer to Qingwu.
After all, Xiao Yuheng was born with a stubborn and stubborn character. In the past, he was devoted to studying swordsmanship and was indifferent to the warmth and coldness of human nature in the world.
But now, there actually appeared such a woman who not only successfully attracted his attention, but also made him understand what love meant - this alone was enough to make everyone dumbfounded.
What's worse, according to what the sect leader learned privately, the means Xiao Yuheng used to get that woman were not really fair.
While he was thinking, he saw Xiao Yuheng leading Qing Wu into the hall.
The clan leader's wife originally raised her head with an impatient look on her face and was about to explode, but she was stunned when she saw who was coming.
The beautiful woman, with a graceful figure and light steps, walked towards her slowly, like a willow swaying in the wind. For a moment, the expression on the master's wife's face became extremely awkward and unnatural.
She was wearing a plain white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a white lotus trembling in the breeze, and her slender waist was too thin to be held in one hand.
Her face was as white as jade, without any makeup, but exuding a natural purity and gentleness.
His eyes were like a pool of autumn water, and his gaze was filled with curiosity and awe towards this strange world of immortal cultivation.
Her long black hair fell softly behind her like a waterfall. Only a few strands were tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and the rest were casually scattered on her shoulders and back. A few strands of hair playfully brushed against her cheeks in the wind, adding a bit of charming charm.
Such a complexion... No wonder! No wonder!
Even so, but...
Such a stunning beauty was so stunning that even the wife of the clan leader, who was always arrogant and picky, gritted her teeth after seeing her.
The difficult words that he had prepared long ago were now stuck in his mouth and he couldn't utter a single word.
She could only turn her head away in disappointment and not look at the woman again.
Because it was just a quick glance, no matter how much she favored her son, she knew in her heart that she could not say against her conscience that this woman persecuted her son.
What's more, look at Xiao Yuheng standing next to him. He was staring at the girl with his eyes almost falling out, obsessed. Anyone could see what he was thinking.
How could such a weak woman possibly resist her powerful son...
The clan leader smiled amiably and said, "This must be Ah Wu. Come here and let me see her. She is indeed a beautiful woman with a gentle personality."
"Since you've just arrived at Wansheng Sect, I'm afraid there are many things you won't be able to adapt to. I'll give you a magical tool that will help your body adapt better here. As for the rest, let Ah Heng take care of you. I won't interfere."
Xiao Yuheng rarely showed a youthful expression of joy. He solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Father, the Taoist couple's bond ceremony..."
However, before he could finish his words, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.
In an instant, the wind began to rise and the clouds surged, and an extremely terrifying and powerful pressure quickly spread throughout the hall.
The faces of both the Sect Master and his wife instantly became solemn, and they both looked stern.
"Immortal Qiuhen!"
The man was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, and his expression was as cold, ruthless, and indifferent as usual, as if he was completely detached from the noise and chaos of the world.
His eyes were deep but ruthlessly cold, his face was well-defined and full of a coldness that seemed otherworldly.
But - his eyes were fixed on the weak and helpless beauty in the center of the hall.
Xiao Yuheng, who was standing nearby, instantly caught the fluctuation of the strange atmosphere with his keen perception.
He endured the heavy pressure from the Mahayana stage master and asked, "Immortal Master Qiuhen, what's the matter?"
Bai Qiulan did not respond for a moment, his eyes still fixed on Qingwu, deep as the sea and as profound as the abyss.
Xiao Yuheng couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this, and explained, "This is my Taoist companion, Qingwu."
After a long time, the pair of eyes like the still water in a deep pool slowly turned and looked towards Xiao Yuheng.
Sha Xiao Yuheng only felt a surge of overwhelming pressure coming over him, like a surging wave hitting his heart hard.
Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly slid down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
"Are you sure she is your Taoist partner?"
Xiao Yuheng was stunned, realizing that there was something behind the man's words, but why would the high and mighty Immortal Master Qiu Hen care about this matter?
He wanted to look at Bai Qiulan inquiringly, but was so overwhelmed by the pressure from the top expert that he dared not look any further, and his expression became unnatural.
In comparison, Qingwu, who was standing aside, seemed particularly calm.
There was only a hint of barely perceptible doubt in her clear eyes, and then she cast her gaze directly at the man in white clothes with an extraordinary temperament without any hesitation.
Wow, why does she look familiar? I feel like I've seen her somewhere before...
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