"Hehehe."
The pale-faced scholar licked his lips.
In his eyes, Tang Yao was a lamb to the slaughter.
"Tsk tsk tsk, fair skin and beautiful appearance. I wouldn't even kill you, a Foundation Establishment cultivator at such a young age. If you're willing to cultivate with me, I might spare your life."
"Heh, you wish."
Tang Yao wasn't stupid. The pale-faced scholar wanted her virginity, and he would kill her once she lost her usefulness.
Do you have a choice?
"snort."
Tang Yao placed the long sword around her neck.
I'd rather die than let you succeed.
The pale-faced scholar laughed mockingly, "Hehehe, do you think I care whether you live or die? I will refine you into a Yin puppet and make you serve me forever."
Tang Yao gripped the sword hilt tightly; she wished she could be shattered to pieces rather than be refined into a Yin puppet.
"Why don't you just do it!"
The pale-faced scholar wore a mocking expression.
Tears welled in Tang Yao's eyes as past scenes flashed before her eyes. Just as she was about to draw her sword and commit suicide, the bright moonlight shone into the dark forest, and in the moonlight stood a young Taoist priest dressed in white.
Will someone really come to save me?
Tang Yao couldn't believe her eyes, thinking it was a hallucination before she died. She looked closely and realized that the person looked very familiar. It was Qin Luo, whom she had met once at Longhu Temple.
He really is a cultivator!
Tang Yao had previously treated him as an ordinary person.
Thinking of Qin Luo's terrifying master, who was a cultivator, Tang Yao wasn't surprised.
The pale-faced scholar's pupils constricted sharply; he had no idea when Qin Luo had appeared.
Qin Luo found this place based on the little dumpling's reminder. He looked at Yang Chang's head, shook his head and sighed, "My master did remind you, why didn't you listen?"
"Taoist, we've always kept to ourselves. Why are you making an enemy of me?" The pale-faced scholar asked, his eyes filled with apprehension.
The pale-faced scholar couldn't sense Qin Luo's spiritual energy fluctuations, and the more he couldn't, the more terrifying it seemed.
Qin Luo's resolute eyes held a sharp light, like a sword, making the pale-faced scholar feel as if he had a thorn in his back.
"You evil cultivators have committed countless evils. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice." Qin Luo stepped forward.
It felt as if the sky had pressed down.
An overwhelming pressure spread out, causing the pale-faced scholar's soul to tremble. Unable to muster any thought of resistance, he took to the air, wanting to escape from this place.
"Thunder Magic!"
"Thunderclap from the heavens!"
Qin Luo raised his hand, his robes billowing. He used to have to draw talismans and form hand seals to cast spells, but since he comprehended the heavens and earth, he has even skipped the talisman-drawing step and directly summoned heavenly lightning.
Tribulation lightning fell from the heavens.
The entire black forest was as bright as day.
The thunderclap shook the earth for miles around.
The spirits and monsters of the Purple Cloud Mountains were trembling with fear.
The pale-faced scholar was struck by lightning, his physical body torn apart by the lightning, and his soul was also obliterated by the lightning. He died completely, without even a chance to be reincarnated.
The black forest returned to silence, and lightning shone on Qin Luo, making him appear aloof and independent, like a god-king.
Tang Yao was dumbfounded. The powerful evil cultivator had been wiped out just like that. This was the cultivator from Longhu Temple. He was so young, yet he possessed such supernatural powers.
Tang Yao came from a prominent family in Yanbei County and was a junior member of the Imperial Observatory who was being groomed by them. She had met many important figures, but none of them had given her such a shocking feeling.
Longhu Temple.
What exactly is their background?
It's unbelievable that Yang Chang didn't die at Longhu Temple. Perhaps the old master already knew that Yang Chang would die at the hands of the pale-faced scholar, so he didn't want to defile the temple.
"Fellow Daoist, put down your sword."
Qin Luo kindly reminded her that he was worried that Tang Yao might actually slit her throat in her nervousness, and it would be a pity if she died tragically.
Tang Yao came to her senses, put down her long sword, and knelt down to kowtow in Qin Luo's direction. "Thank you for saving my life, fellow Daoist. Whatever you want, as long as it is something I, Tang Yao, have, I can give it to you."
Qin Luo observed the surroundings and knew that they were surrounding and killing the pale-faced scholar. He was very impressed and said, "You are ridding the people of a scourge. It is only right that I save you."
"Get up."
Qin Luo stepped forward and helped Tang Yao up.
Tang Yao didn't know how to thank Qin Luo. She didn't want to have a conflict with Longhu Temple. "Fellow Daoist, if Longhu Temple wants to develop in the Great Xia, it would be best to report to the Imperial Observatory."
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist, but these matters are not within my control. I am merely a disciple of the Dragon Tiger Temple." Qin Luo knew that Tang Yao meant no harm.
Tang Yao knew that Longhu Temple was no ordinary place, but the Imperial Observatory and the Great Xia Dynasty behind it were equally powerful entities, and she did not want to one day stand on the opposite side of Longhu Temple.
Do you need help?
"Need not."
Tang Yao didn't want to cause Qin Luo any trouble.
Qin Luo originally wanted to take her back, but since Tang Yao said it was no problem, he didn't interfere.
Tang Yao watched Qin Luo leave.
He really did leave.
You shouldn't have been so stubborn.
Tang Yao pursed her lips.
The moonlight disappeared.
The woods turned pitch black.
Tang Yao searched for a long time at the spot where the pale-faced scholar had been struck by lightning before finally finding a piece of blood-red bone. This was proof of killing the evil cultivator, and taking it back would earn her many rewards.
"Qin Luo".
"I will repay this kindness in the future."
Tang Yao gazed in the direction of Longhu Temple, then led the unconscious girl back to Jinyang City. She could only come back tomorrow to collect the bodies of Yang Chang and Zhao Hu.
......
Qin Luo returned to Longhu Temple.
The little dumpling is curled up in bed sleeping.
What are you doing here?
"Boss, I'm warming your bed. You're back so soon. Did you find the monster?"
The little dumpling tilted its head.
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