The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 944 - 296: Did I Take After My Mom?

As Zhou Qing increased the input of Spiritual Power again, the broken tree seemed to become transparent, revealing a small fragment of Primordial Spirit curled up behind it.

It seemed to have a consciousness, with layers of distorted space runes on its surface, attempting to obscure detection.

"It’s not dead after all!" Zhou Qing’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of dread.

The methods of the Spirit Severing Realm are truly terrifying; even like this, it still isn’t dead?

If not for his possession of the Void Spider’s [Double Pupils], what would happen to the Taiqing Sect if the opponent escaped today?

Whiz!

The runes in Zhou Qing’s blood pupils started to flow rapidly. His body leaned forward slightly, then instantly approached the broken tree.

The locked Primordial Spirit fragment seemed to sense the crisis and suddenly burst into intense light, attempting to flee once more.

"How did you discover me?" The Primordial Spirit fragment let out a desperate scream.

Zhou Qing couldn’t be bothered to answer, and the Blood Soul Annihilation Talisman in his palm lit up again, directly activating the final attack.

Although it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, he dared not keep this thing on him.

Even Yan Sen’s storage bags and such, he had already thrown into the Kunpeng Secret Realm.

After all, the Yan Family has many methods, and what if they could detect through some sort of sensing?

This time, with these two falling in this Level 4 Cultivation Country, the enemy would undoubtedly send people to search.

"Spare me, young friend, no matter what you want, I, the elder, will..."

Boom!

Realizing escape was impossible, Yan Weiyi hurriedly begged for mercy.

But before he could finish speaking, the final blow, carrying the force of destroying heaven and earth, blasted towards the fragment.

The space twisted once again, and the Spiritual Qi within a radius of hundreds of miles surged crazily, forming a massive vortex of Spiritual Qi.

With a thunderous explosion, Yan Weiyi’s remaining soul completely dissipated, leaving not a trace behind.

"Good stuff!" Zhou Qing looked at the rune fragments turned to dust in his hand and praised.

This thing, once locked onto a target, could be activated without the need for any Spiritual Power output.

The Double Pupils circulated again; once he confirmed Yan Weiyi was truly dead, he finally exhaled deeply, and a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He and Lu, under this meticulously planned hunt, had finally survived!

Meanwhile, the once clear sky of the island was collapsing and changing color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An oppressive atmosphere arose instantly, accompanied by all sorts of murmuring voices echoing around.

Resentment, anger, discomfort, pain, killing intent... all sorts of negative emotions surged like a tide.

Facing this scene, Zhou Qing, however, had a smile on his face.

This feels right!

"This place isn’t safe to stay, let’s leave quickly!"

Zhou Qing took out the Flying Ship, and swiftly departed with the still dazed Lu Yaoyao.

After all, this was the territory of the Demon Emperor Qinluo Beast.

Not to mention the previous Six-Color Array, just the three Spirit Slash Realm Perfection attacks just now would be enough to alert many interested parties.

...

On the Flying Ship, Golden Crow Fire leapt at Zhou Qing’s fingertips, burning Yan Sen’s various robes to dust.

Jade Scrolls and Magical Artifacts from the storage bag were reproduced one by one, then shattered into pieces with Spiritual Power, even dozens of Top-Grade Spirit Stones were scrutinized repeatedly under the Double Pupils.

Any trace that could potentially expose his identity couldn’t escape his inspection.

"The method taught by the Second Senior Sister is still the safest bet!" Zhou Qing muttered to himself inwardly.

Meanwhile, Lu Yaoyao squatted beside him, holding her chin, eyes full of admiration as she gazed at Zhou Qing’s focused profile.

The cautious demeanor of this young cultivator now slowly overlapped with that of the middle-aged man she remembered, who always polished a broken sword late into the night.

It turned out that survival instincts had long been deeply rooted in the bone.

And his current red Double Pupils, how exactly did he accomplish this?

From the peculiar nose to the current eyes, why haven’t I inherited any of them?

Could it be that I take after my mother?