The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.

At that moment, a disturbance suddenly erupted in the center of the street.

"What are you doing?" A burly man with a rough face glared angrily and grabbed the collar of the tall, skinny cultivator opposite him.

"What do you want to do? Dare touch me and see what happens!" The tall, skinny cultivator responded defiantly, his voice rising sharply.

People around them stopped and gathered to watch, their faces full of expressions eager to see the drama unfold.

In Celestial Wave City, disputes among cultivators were already a common sight.

"Hey, I’m touching you now, what can you do about it? Wanna fight?" The burly man gave a forceful shove, and the strength of it made the tall, skinny cultivator stagger back several steps.

"Fight it is, do you think I’m afraid?" The tall, skinny cultivator steadied himself, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

Both of them simultaneously formed a seal, and in an instant, the entire street was enveloped in a peculiar Realm.

The burly man’s Realm transformed into endless yellow sand that obscured the sky, while the tall, skinny cultivator’s Realm became a surging blue sea.

The two Realms intertwined, swallowing the bystanders whole.

Zhou Qing furrowed his brow slightly, casually pulling Lu Yaoyao back half a step.

However, this Realm is quite interesting.

He slowly closed his eyes, and streams of golden aura emanated from him, quietly infiltrating the Realm to comprehend it.

"Hmm?" Very quickly, his complexion changed slightly, and the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

"Stop! Celestial Wave City prohibits private fighting!"

At this time, a cultivator dressed in enforcement attire suddenly leapt into the battle area, and the jade token at his waist shimmered with a warning glow.

Upon hearing this, the two reluctantly withdrew their Realms, cursing as they dispersed through the crowd and left.

The onlookers dispersed disappointedly, shaking their heads.

"Zhou, shall we go over there and have a look?" Lu Yaoyao pointed ahead and said.

Zhou Qing chuckled lightly, "Did you notice anything unusual?"

"Unusual?" Lu Yaoyao was initially stunned, then looked around in realization, "Where’s the old hen?"

"Let’s go." Zhou Qing’s gaze was profound, "I’ll take you to find it."

Having said that, he led Lu Yaoyao towards the direction where the burly man who had used the sand Realm had gone.

...

Meanwhile, the three turned into a dark alley, and after confirming that there was no one around, quickly gathered at a corner.

"Hehe, today’s harvest is not bad." The burly cultivator grinned, pouring out twelve Storage Bags from his sleeve and arranged them neatly on the stone floor.

"The old rule, four each." The fake Law Enforcement Envoy lowered his voice, a greedy gleam in his eyes.

He was about to reach out to take them when he suddenly noticed an old hen with disheveled feathers still hanging from the burly man’s waist.

"Wait, why did you bring a chicken too?" the tall, skinny cultivator frowned and asked.

The burly man laughed proudly, "My ’sand Realm’ looks like endless flying sand on the surface, but it’s actually a cover for fish in troubled waters. Just now, time was tight, and somehow I grabbed it too."

He licked his lips, "Perfect for celebrating, let’s add a dish."

The three of them shared a look and laughed, ready to continue splitting the loot, but the fake Law Enforcement Envoy’s expression suddenly changed, he quickly turned to look at the alley entrance—

At the end of the alley stood Zhou Qing and Lu Yaoyao, who had arrived unnoticed.

Zhou Qing had his hands behind his back, wore a mask, and had a faintly amused smile on his lips.

Lu Yaoyao tilted her head, looking curious.

"Gentlemen," Zhou Qing began slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet alley, "Petty theft is one thing, but how dare you even steal someone else’s Spirit Pet?"

The old hen hanging from the burly man’s waist began to flap wildly as soon as it heard Zhou Qing’s voice.

Its wings slapped against the man’s thigh with a "bang."

The three quickly stood up, their eyes glinting menacingly.

The burly man drew a ghost-head knife from his waist, the blade flashing coldly, "Have you heard that even a mighty dragon cannot crush a snake in its lair, and yet you dare..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a terrifying Spiritual Pressure suddenly descended.

The three’s faces turned pale instantly, their knees uncontrollably "plopped" to the ground.

"Spirit Severing Realm!" The tall, skinny cultivator’s voice trembled.

"Spare us, sir! We know we’re wrong!" The three immediately pleaded in unison, even more proficiently banging their foreheads heavily on the stone ground.

Zhou Qing walked forward slowly, raising his right hand slightly.

The burly man hurriedly unfastened the old hen from his waist and offered it with both hands.

Lu Yaoyao quickly took it, petting its disheveled feathers affectionately.

Yet Zhou Qing’s hand remained raised.

"Smack!" The tall, skinny cultivator slapped the back of the burly man’s head, "What are you doing standing there! Give the senior’s Storage Bag!"

The burly man suddenly realized, fumbling to take out twelve Storage Bags, "Senior, I don’t know which one is yours..."

"Smack!" Another slap landed, and the tall, skinny cultivator ingratiatingly said, "What nonsense! These are all the senior’s!"

With that, he respectfully offered all the Storage Bags.

The fake Law Enforcement Envoy kept bowing repeatedly, "Senior, have mercy. We’re just trying to make a living. Please treat us like a fart and let us go."

Zhou Qing watched with interest as the three changed their expressions as quickly as flipping a book.

This kind of bully who fears the strong and preys on the weak, coming together was indeed unusual.

In fact, when their Realm tried to steal his Storage Bag, he sensed it immediately and locked onto them.

After all, the Storage Bag contained Supreme Treasure like the Extreme Dao Weapon and the Enlightenment Ancient Tea, how could it be lost?

But he hadn’t expected the old hen to be taken, which was a surprise.

"Are you locals?" Zhou Qing asked.

The three were just about to answer when the tall, skinny cultivator’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he abruptly retrieved all the Storage Bags, retreating several yards.

The other two quickly changed their expressions, swiftly creating distance.

"What’s so great about the Spirit Severing Realm?" The tall, skinny cultivator stood with his hands on his hips, puffed up with arrogance, "Same question, do you know what it means that even a mighty dragon can’t crush a snake in its lair?"