Fortunately, Dai Xingyu was blind, otherwise that bastard would have gotten away with it.
The Blood Dragon's body was full of treasures, so they really didn't dare to take any materials.
The three-headed snake in Qiao Luoning's hand was so terrifying that its bones almost fell apart.
She was also secretly glad that she was lucky; she had met Wei Qinghe first, but she had survived.
The Blood Dragon was arrogant and looked down on everyone, and was directly killed by Wei Qinghe.
As expected of someone who has made a contract with the White Tiger, he truly is a god of death.
"Everyone who sees this gets a share, so let's all take one." Wei Qinghe noticed the cultivators' restraint.
"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Wei, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Wei..."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators finally dared to accept it.
Wei Qinghe returned to Qiao Luoning's side and immediately recognized that Qiao Luoning had made a pact with the three-headed snake.
Previously, the three-headed serpent was stubborn and refused to become a contracted beast, but it became a contracted beast in such a short time. It seems that it is indeed very suitable for the senior sister.
"Junior Sister, are you alright?"
Qiao Luoning's eyes were still red; she almost misunderstood that her junior sister had been harmed by the blood dragon.
As Wei Qinghe spoke, she examined Qiao Luoning's wound. The wound, which had turned black, had now stopped bleeding and returned to its normal color.
"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I'm fine. After they each take their share of the materials, you can put away this Blood Dragon and take it back to the sect to distribute to everyone."
Then he looked at Fang Buwei, who was still completely bewildered, and said, "Why are you still standing there? You are a weapon refiner, go and get some materials."
Fang Buwei was greatly shocked. Although he knew that Wei Qinghe was not simple, he did not expect that Wei Qinghe would be so generous.
"Can I also withdraw it?"
Wei Qinghe said, "Didn't I say that everyone who sees it gets a share?"
Wei Qinghe felt that Fang Buwei seemed somewhat different from the idle and dissolute playboy that Old Master Fang had described.
People may change, but Fang Buwei experienced the destruction of the Refining Manor, so it would be difficult for him not to change.
Fang Buwei hesitated for a moment, then limped toward the blood dragon's corpse. He needed materials to refine the weapon and revive the weapon-refining manor.
The monks were very self-respecting and each took only one set of materials.
Although it was only one serving, it was incredibly precious to them.
Because with all their strength, they simply couldn't kill the Blood Dragon, let alone obtain the materials.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wei. If there is anything we can do to help you in the future, we will certainly do our best."
Words of gratitude and admiration are meaningless; actions speak louder than words.
“This is what everyone deserves.” After saying that, Wei Qinghe gestured to Qiao Luoning to put away the blood dragon’s corpse.
The group had only been gone a short while when they saw the cultivator's broken sword.
The spot was littered with signs of a fierce fight, indicating that the battle had been intense. Everyone's attention had been focused on the battle between Wei Qinghe and the Blood Dragon over at the Cold Pool, and no one had noticed what was happening here.
Wei Qinghe first looked around, then examined the broken sword and bloodstains.
"Senior Sister, you go ahead and train with everyone, I'll go take a look."
"No, I'll go with you." Qiao Luoning hadn't thought the Mirror Flower Secret Realm was that dangerous before, but after just experiencing the battle with the Blood Dragon, she was really worried about Wei Qinghe going to find someone alone.
Wei Qinghe held the broken sword, her expression calm with a smile on her lips. "Senior Sister, the poison in your body hasn't been completely cleared yet, and the fellow cultivators also need someone to lead them."
As she spoke, she looked at the fellow cultivators, “Everyone has some injuries, so it’s good to have more people to help each other. I’m just looking for someone, and I might not be able to find them. I can also be faster on my own. If we really encounter an insurmountable danger, I will definitely seek help from Daoist Fuyue.”
Qiao Luoning knew, of course, that Daoist Fuyue and Wei Qinghe had a good relationship. She thought for a moment, then looked at the injured cultivators behind her.
You must be careful.
"Take care, Fellow Daoist Wei."
Wei Qinghe watched the crowd leave before slowly turning her gaze away.
She toyed with the broken sword in her hand. "It's actually the Demonic Sect's Shattering Spirit Finger. It seems that demonic cultivators have infiltrated as well."
It is said that this demonic cultivator was a group that betrayed the human race and was left behind when the demons invaded.
The demonic cultivators have remained hidden for many years and have not been eradicated.
I never expected that I would actually infiltrate the secret realm this time.
Wei Qinghe immediately took out a pendant shaped like a small conch shell, and after injecting spiritual energy into it, she spoke to the conch shell.
"Daoist Fuyue, traces of demonic cultivators have been discovered."
This small conch shell is called a communication horn, a high-level communication tool used by immortal sects, much like a modern-day mobile phone.
Because it is a high-level magical artifact, not every cultivator in the immortal sects has one.
The gentle, magnetic voice of Daoist Fuyue came from the communication horn, "In that case, be careful. Tell me your location, and I will come to find you immediately."
"I noticed the bloodstains were dwindling, so I decided to keep searching. The paper crane will find you."
Before Daoist Fuyue could say anything more, Wei Qinghe had already turned off the communication horn.
Seeing the bloodstains dwindling, one naturally begins to worry about the owner of the broken sword.
Suddenly, the paper crane in Wei Qinghe's palm disappeared.
They teleported away instantly and soon arrived in a dense, towering forest.
The forest was eerie and unsettling. Wei Qinghe teleported behind a large tree.
Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest.
A group of demonic cultivators dragged several cultivators into the formation.
A fire was lit inside the formation, and a spirit chicken was roasting on it. The chicken skin was turning yellow and sizzling with a delicious aroma.
A man dressed in black brocade robes sat on a fallen tree trunk. Although his face could not be seen, his demeanor was elegant, and even the way he cut meat was graceful.
Liuli Zhenjun was slammed down at the man's feet. The man didn't even glance at her, but continued to elegantly cut the meat.
“Young Master, this woman claims to be the True Lord of Glazed Glass, and her father is the Dao Venerable of Star Radiance.”
The man in black behind him reported.
The man suddenly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned his head to look at the disheveled Liuli Zhenjun on the ground.
Liuli Zhenjun thought the other party was afraid of her and Xinghui Daozun, so she immediately raised her chin and said, "My father is Xinghui Daozun, and I am also a close friend of Fuyue Daozun. You had better release me immediately, otherwise my father and Fuyue Daozun will not let you go."
"Hehe..." The man's laughter was very pleasant, yet tinged with a hint of wickedness.
"Do you think this young master would be afraid of an old man and a simpleton?"
He casually tossed the dagger in his hand, and it pierced directly through the hand that Liuli Zhenjun had pressed to the ground.
Liuli Zhenjun let out a piercing scream. She stared at the man in horror, completely unable to believe that this person knew her identity and that he dared to attack her even though he knew she had a good relationship with Fuyue Daozun.
"You, you, you dared to hurt me! They won't let you get away with this!"
The man rose gracefully, not forgetting to straighten his black and gold brocade robe.
"I'm waiting for them to come. You, on the other hand, should be worried about yourself now."
As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black stepped forward and began to tear at the already small Taoist robe that Liuli Zhenjun was wearing.
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