The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

The two of them walked one after the other towards the grand main gate of the Shen Family...

...

"Halt!"

Just as they reached the main gate of the Shen Family, a guard clad in profound iron battle armor immediately blocked their path with his halberd, scrutinizing them with cold eyes.

Zhou Qing and the Second Uncle calmly saluted.

Zhou Qing said in a deep voice, "Kindly inform them, Loose Cultivator Qingzhou is here to seek refuge with the Shen Family, along with his disciple Siyun Ya."

The guard squinted to perceive their cultivation, then sneered, "Scram! The Shen Family doesn’t just take in anyone. Get out..."

"Buzz——"

Before he finished his words, Zhou Qing’s entire body suddenly burst with spiritual light!

Thirty thousand spirit seals poured out of him like a river of stars, erupting instantly from within his body.

Each spirit seal was condensed like a solid entity, and as the runes flowed, they interwove in mid-air into a dazzling light curtain.

The spirit seals resonated with each other, emitting a booming sound like thunder, causing the ground’s blue bricks to tremble slightly.

All the guards froze at once, their pupils contracting sharply.

The guard who had just been arrogant now turned pale, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He trembled as he counted the countless spirit seals filling the sky, his lips quivering, finally managing to squeeze out, "Master... I greatly offended you just now, please forgive me! Please wait a moment, I’ll report right away!"

Having said this, he staggered and crawled into the mansion in a panic.

Zhou Qing calmly retracted the spirit seals, and the thirty thousand runes returned to his body in an instant, like rivers flowing back to the sea.

He exchanged a smile with the "Siyun Ya" beside him, and they stood quietly, waiting.

The other guards dared not act negligently, all straightening their backs, looking at the two with awe.

...

"Snap!"

A crisp sound rang out as a white jade teacup shattered on the bluestone floor, shards flying and tea spilling.

In the grand hall, Shen Lieyang, the head of the third branch of the Shen Family, glared with rage, a hint of red flames circulating around him, twisting the air with heat.

He was tall and burly, with features chiseled like stone, eyebrows like sharp swords, and his tiger eyes flaring with anger, veins bulging on his forehead.

The red-gold brocade robe he wore fluttered noiselessly with his furious aura.

Seated opposite him was a woman—his wife, Liu Rushuang.

She wore a long dark dress, the hem embroidered with dark gold mandala patterns, highlighting her snow-like skin, but exuding a chilling coldness.

Liu Rushuang’s features were as delicate as a painting, but with a hint of sharpness and malice, her red lips slightly curved in a mocking smile, unaffected by Shen Lieyang’s rage.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!" Shen Lieyang roared, his voice like thunder, causing the candles within the hall to flicker.

"If not for my big brother dropping a hint today, I wouldn’t have known you dared contact the Blood Contract Pavilion to assassinate Han Yi! You’re getting bolder by the day!"

Liu Rushuang smiled lightly, a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes, her voice soft yet icy.

"Bold? Heh... Shen Lieyang, since when did you start caring about that woman’s life or death?"

The veins on Shen Lieyang’s forehead bulged, the true fire around him exploding, cracking the blue bricks beneath his feet.

"She is my niece, not some lowly woman!"

Liu Rushuang idly picked her ear, a cold smile curling her lips.

"Fine, fine, your niece, the talented prodigy of the younger Shen generation."

She stepped forward slowly, the hem of her dress embroidered with dark gold mandala brushing the ground, "Don’t you understand why I did this?"

"You..." Shen Lieyang’s fists cracked as he clenched them tightly.

"Don’t forget how her mother died." Liu Rushuang suddenly lowered her voice, a cold gleam in her eyes, "Do you really think she hasn’t discovered something over the years?"

Shen Lieyang’s pupils constricted, the tumultuous true fire around him stalling momentarily.

"I..."

"Blame yourself for hiring incompetent people back then." Liu Rushuang sneered, then crouched down, picking up the broken pieces of the teacup one by one.

"It was supposed to be just a robbery, but that fool had to kill someone. And even then, he didn’t finish the job."

Boom!

Shen Lieyang smashed the profound iron wood table with a punch, reducing it to dust in an instant.

Liu Rushuang didn’t even blink, continuing to pick up the teacup shards.

"Don’t overthink it. Back then, the youngest uncle of the fourth branch surpassed you three brothers in both cultivation talent and business acumen."

"No wonder the old master valued him and even considered handing him the true position of family head of the Shen Family."

"Blame yourself for being too hasty back then, becoming someone else’s pawn and striking first."

Her red lips curled into a cruel arc, "But isn’t the outcome wonderful? Now the youngest uncle is defeated and has handed over almost all business to you three to manage."

"The position of family head remains undecided, and honestly, your big and second brothers should be thanking you."

"Shut up!" Shen Lieyang suddenly roared, the soundwave causing the glazed tiles of the roof to tremble incessantly.