The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

The last time outside Kunpeng Palace, in order to kill Yan Weiyi, who was in the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm, Zhou Qing had devised a meticulous plan.

First, he pretended to be severely injured and on the brink of death, then seized the opportunity to ambush while the opponent was hurt in the palace.

Finally, he used the "Blood Soul Killing Spirit Talisman" crafted personally by the Fifth Ancestor of the Yan Family, which he obtained from Yan Sen’s storage bag, in conjunction with the Extreme Dao Weapon, to barely manage to kill him.

But now, he was able to kill such a formidable opponent on his own with confidence and pride.

This growth was earned through countless life-and-death battles.

It’s just a pity the opponent didn’t use the Realm so he could experience it.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.

In the distant sky, several powerful Divine Senses were probing towards this location.

A battle of the Spirit Severing Realm, combined with such a massive range of obsessive emotions, ultimately attracted unexpected guests.

"Can’t stay for long." Zhou Qing quickly checked the battlefield, confirming nothing was missed, and carefully tucked the old hen into his arms.

This little guy had been cradled in his arms throughout the fight, not daring to peek out.

Let’s keep pretending; hopefully, when facing life and death, it can lend me a helping hand.

Space rippled at his fingertips as a dark rift slowly tore open.

Zhou Qing took one last look at the blood-stained wasteland, stepped into the void, and disappeared.

Not long after he left, several figures quietly arrived...

...

Under the sunlight, the Gray Stone Mountains stretched for a thousand miles, peaks overlapping, surrounded by clouds and mist.

But at this moment, space above the mountains suddenly tore open, and a blood-stained figure stumbled out.

Zhou Qing’s face was ashen, his lips purple, his Spiritual Power was forcibly suppressed by some force, solidifying inch by inch within his meridians.

His pupils shrank slightly, terrified: "This poison... can seal my cultivation?!"

"Pfft—" Another mouthful of black blood was spat out, the bloody mist dispersing in the air, actually corroding the surrounding Spiritual Qi, making it sizzle.

His vision darkened, his limbs weighed like lead; tearing through space was out of the question, and maintaining even the most basic Power of Sky Control had become impossible.

"That old man... truly laid traps everywhere, can’t delay anymore, must find a safe place... oh no!"

Before his words fell, his entire meridians suddenly convulsed.

In the final moment of his waning consciousness, all he saw was the cliff below rapidly enlarging in his vision, the wind whistling in his ears, his body plummeting like a kite with a broken string...

...

"Damn it!"

In the dense forest at the edge of the Gray Stone Mountains, a suppressed low roar suddenly rang out.

A young man in a coarse short shirt was angrily whipping a long, thin branch against the roadside weeds.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, his slender face full of discontent, stubbornness on his brow transformed into raging anger.

"Why say my talent’s lacking? It’s just because I don’t have a Buddhist affinity, right? I refuse to become a monk!"

He cursed incessantly while continuing to whip the grass, as if venting all his pent-up frustration.

"Crack!" As the branch whipped through a dense cluster of grass, a black shadow suddenly darted out!

"Hiss—" Before the young man could react, a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

Looking down, a slender black snake, its scales gleaming with a ghostly blue, had bitten his wrist tightly!

"Ah!" He exclaimed in shock, jerking his hand.

The snake released its poisonous fangs and quickly fled into the grass, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Black-Spine Snake?!" The young man’s complexion changed drastically, staring at the rapidly purpling wound on his wrist, his voice faltering.

"Doesn’t this snake only appear deep within the Gray Stone Mountains? How did it end up here..."

This is bad, really bad!

He shivered, cold sweat soaking through his back—a Black-Spine Snake’s venom is lethal, without an antidote, death is inevitable within two hours!

He hurriedly grabbed his waist storage bag, frantically rummaging through it, finding only some dry food and a few low-grade Spirit Stones, but not a single Antitoxic Pill!

Even rushing back to his family now would be too late, not to mention that there was no antidote at home.

"Damn!" He looked up sharply, a flicker of anger in his eyes, "Is everyone bullying me? Even though I can’t beat them, I can deal with this snake?"

With an angry shout, he gritted his teeth and chased after the direction where the snake disappeared.

Soon, the shadow of the Black-Spine Snake entered his view again.

Ignoring the venom raging inside him, he charged at it recklessly, engaging in a fierce struggle.

The snake was exceptionally fast, nearly escaping his grasp several times, even taking advantage to bite him twice more on the leg.

The young man gritted his teeth in pain, cold sweat pouring, but finally managed to seize the snake’s vital spot by a stone crevice!

"Huff... huff..."

He panted heavily, his body weakening, the toxin beginning to erode his consciousness.

Just then—

"Rustle..."

A low, heavy breathing sounded from the thicket, followed by a large gray-furred Demon Beast emerging slowly.

It resembled a wild dog, yet twice the size of normal dogs, tusks bared, drooling a foul stench, its murky yellow eyes fixed on the young man.

"Carrion Dog?!" The young man’s face turned deathly pale.

A Carrion Dog, known for feeding on carrion, especially loves prey killed by poison!

He was now covered in wounds, with venom spreading, and his injuries began exuding a faint stench, just enticing to this beast!

"It’s over..." He forced a bitter smile, his body out of strength, unable to even stand.

The Carrion Dog growled lowly, approaching slowly, its foul breath rushing at him.

The young man’s eyes flickered with unwillingness, then a spark of inspiration flashed as he thought of a way to save himself.

His eyes rolled back, holding his breath, he fell rigidly to the ground.

The Carrion Dog halted as expected, sniffing the air in confusion, cautiously drawing closer to investigate.