Chapter 402 The Terrified Qingyuan Sect
Chapter 402 The Terrified Qingyuan Sect
With that shout, Xiao Qiushui's white figure instantly appeared before the man, snatching the storage bag away. Looking at the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass inside, she grinned broadly, "Hahaha! This is wonderful! A 500,000-year-old one! It will definitely allow Junior Sister's cultivation level to rapidly advance to the peak of Qi Refining!"
"Let's go, let's hurry! Let's see if there are any more members of the Qingyuan Sect, and if anyone else has obtained treasures but hidden them away instead of handing them over to us!"
Amidst laughter, Xiao Qiushui put the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass into her storage bag, waved her hand, and led the group to continue running forward.
The news spread like wildfire.
"Xiao Qiushui of the Star Palace has gone mad! She kills anyone from the Qingyuan Sect she sees!"
"This is terrifying! Even a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage couldn't withstand a single move from Xiao Qiushui!"
"Run! Get away from the Qingyuan Sect members to avoid being caught in the crossfire!"
Panic spread quickly.
The disciples from various sects and independent cultivators who were originally fighting for the treasure were now like frightened birds, hiding their whereabouts in fear of being noticed by that killing god.
Xiao Qiushui, with her keen perception of spiritual energy fluctuations and her ability to track black bears, made it almost impossible for the Qingyuan Sect disciples to hide in this area.
The second encounter took place in a secluded bamboo forest.
More than 30 disciples of the Qingyuan Sect are working together to kill a swarm of "Jade Spirit Bees" in an attempt to obtain royal jelly.
Xiao Qiushui descended like the Grim Reaper. This time, he didn't let the black bear participate and charged into the crowd alone.
His movements were so fast that he left behind afterimages, and wherever he passed, sword energy whistled and blood blossomed.
The lush green bamboo forest was stained a grim red, with severed limbs hanging from the bamboo branches, resembling a scene from hell.
The resistance of the Qingyuan Sect disciples appeared weak and feeble; their Taoist techniques and flying swords were utterly ineffective against Xiao Qiushui's violent power.
The battle ended quickly; none of the more than thirty men survived.
Then came the third wave, in an ancient ruin; the fourth wave, on the edge of a swamp…
Xiao Qiushui seemed tireless; killing was his only way to vent his anger.
His methods became increasingly cruel, sometimes even deliberately slowing down the process of his enemies' deaths, relishing their despair and wails before they died.
The murderous aura emanating from him was almost tangible.
For the Qingyuan Sect disciples in the northern region, the first half of the day felt like a bloody apocalypse.
More than two hundred disciples, including many experts at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, were all slaughtered by Xiao Qiushui and his pet black bear.
The Qingyuan Sect team, which originally had the largest number of members, was completely wiped out in this area. Only a very few lucky ones managed to escape the calamity, but they were already terrified and hid in secluded places, trembling and praying that the secret realm would open soon.
Disciples from other sects were also terrified of Xiao Qiushui, and everyone was in danger, hiding in the shadows.
They were relieved that the god of death's target was only Qingyuan Sect.
Outside the Burial Immortal Valley lies the encampment of various sects.
As the end of the secret realm approached, the atmosphere gradually eased, and everyone was filled with anticipation, hoping that the secret realm would reopen as soon as possible so that the disciples who entered the secret realm could come out safely.
To everyone's great delight, the rate at which the soul tablets broke in the last two days had slowed down significantly. The elders and leaders of each sect breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed more smiles.
Lingxiaozi, the head of Lingxiao Pavilion, stroked his long beard and looked at the two remaining soul tablets in front of him.
His previously tense face finally showed relief, because the soul tablet of Ling'er, the most talented disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, was still intact.
She is the hope for the future of the entire Lingxiao Pavilion, and the only one who can rival the Ancestor.
As long as she doesn't get into trouble in the secret realm and comes out safely, everything will be fine.
It can be said that he and the elders around him have been in constant agony these past few days, fearing that something bad might happen.
After all, of the seven disciples from Lingxiao Pavilion who entered the secret realm, five had their soul tablets broken, leaving only these two.
In the Qingyuan Sect's camp, although the sect leader Wu Yuanshan had been looking gloomy due to the heavy losses of his disciples, the stability of the soul tablets in recent days had put him at ease. He was only hoping that on the last day, the remaining disciples could bring back enough gains to make up for some of the losses.
However, in this quiet night, the peace was suddenly shattered. A "click-clack" sound rang out, crisp and clear like a death knell from hell, striking everyone's heart.
This is a sound that everyone is familiar with yet terrifies—the sound of a soul tablet shattering.
Almost at that moment, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Before they could even see clearly, a terrified scream rang out: "Ah! The soul tablet is broken! It belongs to our Qingyuan Sect, it belongs to Senior Brother Yuan and the others!"
In an instant, almost everyone's gaze focused on the direction of Qingyuan Sect, looking at the place where they had placed the soul tablets.
The soul tablets representing the more than 150 key disciples, which originally had more than 80 remaining, suddenly shattered almost simultaneously and without warning.
Wu Yuanshan sprang up from the ground, staring intently at the pile of jade shavings, his body trembling. Among the four disciples, two were promising inner disciples that he had his eye on!
"Who is it? Who on earth is targeting our Qingyuan Sect?!"
He growled, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded beast.
The immense spiritual pressure spread out uncontrollably, making the surrounding disciples feel suffocated.
However, before his roar could subside, another series of rapid shattering sounds rang out: one, two, three... eight, ten, fifteen, twenty...
Nearly thirty more soul tablets were broken in this round.
"Who did this? I'm going to kill him! I must kill him!"
Even with all his patience, Wu Yuanshan couldn't hold back any longer and, in a frenzy, slapped one palm after another at the distant mountain peak.
Suddenly, distant mountain peaks shattered as if from an explosion, billowing smoke and dust.
As for the people from other sects, they were all dumbfounded, feeling both a deep chill and a strange sense of relief.
"Thank goodness, they're not from our sect..."
"This is terrible! What bad luck has Qingyuan Sect suffered? How could so many of its core disciples be killed at once?"
"Life and death are predestined in the secret realm, but this loss is too great..."
The crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Kiyohara Munechika filled with sympathy, pity, and a hint of barely perceptible schadenfreude.
In fact, among all the sects, Qingyuan Sect brought the most disciples on this trip to the secret realm, especially the outstanding core disciples, who far exceeded those of other sects.
Even in terms of the number of soul tablets alone, Qingyuan Sect is far ahead, even Misty Peak has more than half as many.
Disciples who possess soul tablets are all key disciples who are being nurtured and are the hope of the sect. This is why they possess soul tablets.
Of the 153 people who possessed the Soul Tablet, nearly 100 died, which is truly tragic.
Let alone Wu Yuanshan, the sect leader, any elder from any sect would go crazy at this moment.
However, the nightmare had only just begun!
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