Chapter 1524 - 442: Where’s the Sect? I’m Asking You, Where Could Such a Massive Sect Be? (6k)_3

Her body shattered like fragile porcelain, with every piece of flesh turning into a bloody mist in the air.

Before she could even let out a scream, her Divine Soul was torn to shreds by an invisible force.

Finally, even the drifting blood mist was completely unraveled by the nine chains surrounding her, leaving no trace behind.

"I’ll give you one final chance," Yan Wuming withdrew his fingers, and the chains slowly moved around him.

"Although the Soul Search could cause some backlash on one’s destiny..." he suddenly bared his pearly teeth, "but this small price, I can afford to pay."

Xuanyuan Hao looked at the dispersing blood mist where Consort Chen had stood, his face a mix of blue and white.

He truly couldn’t understand what exactly Zhou Qing had done to attract such a terrifying being.

Seeing Yan Wuming approach step by step, with chains clinking, Xuanyuan Hao hurriedly said, "Three seniors, please judge clearly! I truly do not know the whereabouts of the Taiqing Sect! I am willing to swear a Heavenly Dao Oath to prove it!"

As he spoke, he put three fingers together and pointed towards the sky, "I, Xuanyuan Hao, swear by my position as the Human Emperor, if I know the whereabouts of the Taiqing Sect and conceal it, may I suffer heavenly punishment, with my Divine Soul utterly destroyed!"

"Boom!"

A bolt of purple lightning tore through the clouds, seemingly attesting to this oath.

Yan Wuming, seeing this, narrowed his eyes slightly: "I can believe you, but I only want results."

The tip of the chain around him suddenly pressed against Xuanyuan Hao’s throat, "Understand?"

"I understand!" Xuanyuan Hao nodded repeatedly, suddenly thinking of something and said, "Right, there might be a few places that know the whereabouts of the Taiqing Sect people."

"Oh, let’s hear it!" Yan Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, withdrawing the chain a little.

Xuanyuan Hao spoke quickly: "The Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, Golden Thunder Sect, Phecda Sect, and Cangyan Daoist Palace, they are actually one."

"Lead the way!" Yan Wuming immediately commanded.

"Yes, this way, three seniors!" Xuanyuan Hao immediately bowed and led the way.

...

"Buzz——"

At the same time, a cyan flying ship broke through the clouds, finally reaching the border of the Holy Martial Dynasty.

Looking at the familiar landscape below, Zhou Qing took a deep breath, feeling that even the wind carried a long-lost fragrance.

He turned to look at the deck—an approximately two-year-old little girl was crawling around with her butt up, clapping her chubby little hands on the deck and giggling gleefully.

Aware of Zhou Qing’s gaze, she suddenly raised her little face, her eyes like black grapes shining brightly, babbling as she opened her arms.

"Come, Daddy hold!" Zhou Qing smiled as he pulled her into his embrace.

His fingertips brushed her saliva-covered chin, "We’ll be home soon. When you see your grandmasters later, you must accept your gifts obediently, understood?"

Little Yaoyao gnawed on her fingers, uttering an indistinct "ah-woo," leaving his sleeve smeared with saliva.

Zhou Qing affectionately grazed her nose with his hand, then gazed at the distant layers of mountains, letting out a soft sigh.

After two full years of travel, he was finally setting foot on his homeland.

He wondered how his master and the others were doing.

Back then, they agreed to return at most in a few decades, but unexpectedly got trapped in the void for so many years due to an accident.

"Eight Prefectures and Seventy-Two Mansions of the Holy Martial Dynasty, I wonder which mansion this place is now? And where is the nearest Teleportation Array?"

He muttered to himself, randomly forming a spell to steer the flying ship, planning to find someone to ask first.

...

An hour later, as the flying ship was progressing steadily, a sharp piercing sound suddenly came from ahead.

A pregnant woman with a high belly staggered in flight, her plain white dress already soaked in blood, her hair disheveled, and her face full of fear.

She fled in panic, frequently looking back, clearly at the brink of exhaustion.

A hundred meters behind her, two cultivators in black mysterious robes and wearing bamboo hats pursued relentlessly.

The half-exposed faces under the hats were cold as ice, emanating strong spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Each held a short blade gleaming with cold light, the tips still dripping with fresh blood.

"Senior, help——" The pregnant woman, upon seeing the flying ship, suddenly burst forth with a glimmer of hope for survival.

She immediately changed direction, rushing towards it, tears in her voice, "Please, have mercy, senior!"

Zhou Qing’s brow furrowed slightly.

In the Cultivation Realm, the law of the jungle was rampant; killing and robbery were nothing new to him, and he neither wanted to intervene nor could he handle them all.

But when he glimpsed Yaoyao in his arms, her big round eyes were curiously watching the pregnant woman’s bulging belly.

Seeing the woman’s pale face and blood-stained body, he ultimately sighed lightly, holding Yaoyao with his left arm while his right hand grasped at the air—

"Whoosh!"

The woman felt a gentle yet irresistible force instantly envelop her, and with a flash before her eyes, she found herself standing steadily on the deck of the flying ship.

Her body trembled like a leaf, too preoccupied to even wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, hurriedly kneeling to give thanks: "This humble woman, Deng Nianyue, gratefully thanks the senior for saving my life!"

Little Yaoyao leaned on Zhou Qing’s shoulder, blinking her big eyes as she curiously observed the haggard stranger.

"Whizz! Whizz!"

The ripping sound of the air neared sharply, and the two pursuers halted on their flying swords in front of the flying ship.

Under the bamboo hats, the two wore sinister glares, but upon seeing the coldly glinting silver mask on Zhou Qing’s face, their figures noticeably hesitated.

Possessing such a high-grade flying ship meant he was no ordinary cultivator.

What unnerved them further was that no matter how they probed, they could not sense this person’s cultivation at all.

The black-robed cultivator’s icy gaze flickered, but he ultimately cupped his fists in salute: "Fellow Daoist, meddling in certain affairs might bring you deadly trouble. I advise you not to...mind others’ business too much."

Zhou Qing’s brow furrowed lightly, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, his hand changing spell patterns, as the spirit pattern of the flying ship circulated, ready to turn away and leave.