Chapter 420 Please Stay a While

lace. By chance, he stole several bottles of fifth-grade Huichun pills from Elder Lu's home. When Elder Lu found out, he was restless and decided to search for the thief under the guise of investigati...: []

The Supreme Being of Taiji retrieved the Black-White Taiji Sword. With a sweep of his gray Daoist robe, all the Tianyi Sect disciples on the ground landed on a Taiji Two Instruments Diagram.

"Now that the affairs of the Heavenly Demon Palace are concluded, Daoist Fu Cang, if you have time, perhaps consider how to appease the fellow cultivators of Shanhai Academy. We should also return to our sects and report."

Lin Qi only then understood upon hearing this.

She said that the Ancestor just came to Tiandi Dushengquan and how could he know so many things

It seems she took on a mission from the sect to help Elder Jin'an bring someone back.

There are indeed no so many coincidences in the world.

After a reminder from the Taiji Venerable, Fu Cang Venerable finally remembered his disciple who was almost dead at the Shan Hai Academy.

As his gaze shifted, the venerable scholar from Shan Hai Academy was already boarding a spread-out book with the remaining two fragile seedlings, ready to depart.

Seeing his gaze, the old scholar glared at him with a huff, apparently furious.

He's probably going to report back.

Fu Cang: "..."

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

Fu Cang Zhoner raised his hand and shouted towards the old scholars of Shanhai Academy, and Lin Qi also spoke out at the same time.

She and the Venerable Fu Cang spoke at the same time, causing everyone to turn their eyes.

Lin Qi, adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, raised his hand in a gesture of invitation towards Venerable Fu Cang.

"You go first."

The atmosphere became a little strange for a moment.

Fu Cang withdrew his gaze and called out to Han Yuzi: "Han Daoist, this matter is serious and concerns the relationship between our two sects."

"Your two disciples only said that they had not seen the other disciples, they didn't say that all the other disciples of the Shan Hai Academy were really dead."

Han Yuanzi's lips twitched into a humorless smile, her white whiskers revealing an air of suppressed mockery and disdain.

"What are your thoughts, Daoist Fu Cang"

Fuzang Venerable at least has some say in the Bihai Pavilion.

Now that He Yuan, the Venerable Crane, has offended Taiji Venerable to death, if Bihai Pavilion were to make an enemy of Shan Hai Academy again, they wouldn't want to solve this hidden danger sooner rather than later. Who knows what might happen in the future

"The Bihai Pavilion is willing to send more cultivators into the Heavenly Demon Palace to search for people!"

Fu Cang venerated swept his gaze around, and added, "We will definitely bring out all the disciples who survived inside the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

Han Yuanzi's heart fluttered slightly.

The word "Luo Ci" who had always been suppressed on the aircraft suddenly opened his mouth, "There are no living people left!"

All eyes were on him.

Luo Ci's fair face showed a hint of seriousness.

He repeated seriously, "The outside cultivators either fled or died. There are no living people left inside the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

The tone is extremely confident.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the faces of the Shanhai Academy students turned ashen. They all sank down, their expressions grim.

His eyes toward Venerable Fu Cang were particularly unkind.

Fu Cang, the Venerable, let out a low growl. "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Luo Ci glanced at Lin Qi from afar, her gaze then falling on the Taiji Venerable.

He suddenly opened his mouth, imitating Lin Qi, looking wronged, "Ancestor, I didn't say wrong!"

A faint aroma of tea wafts through the air.

The Taiji Venerable still had a smiling face.

Lin Qi introduced calmly, "Ancestor, that's my third junior brother, Luo Ci."

Taiji Venerable seemed not unfamiliar, with a slight nod. "You can sense things happening inside the Heavenly Demon Palace"

Luoci subconsciously glanced at Lin Qi, then nodded meekly, "After I got the Tianmo Staff, I could sense some things about the Tianmo Palace."

Lin Qi: "..."

She's a little confused about what look Luoci is giving her.

Fu Cang Zun was momentarily taken aback, feeling as though he'd recently been plagued by bad luck. He sensed that his fortune and the Heavenly One Sect's were out of sync.

Facing the hostile gazes around him, Fu Cang Zun hurriedly carried over He Yuan Zun and other Bihai Pavilion cultivators away.

They were running too fast, looking like they were fleeing in panic.

Other sects looked at the departing figures of the Bihai Pavilion cultivators, some wanting to laugh, yet unable to hide the anger mixed with sadness.

As people from the Shan Hai Academy left, filled with a heavy and depressed atmosphere, Lin Qi quickly stopped them.

"Please stay!"

Her crisp voice seemed a little jarring at this moment.

Lin Qi this time didn't dawdle and waste words. She opened her storage space and neatly laid out a batch of corpses.

This also included the bodies of several nascent soul cultivators from the Bihai Pavilion.

Lin Qi at that time was afraid that the hatred value would be pulled too high and she would be targeted by some people in Bihai Pavilion, so she didn't take it out.

Now that everything is clear, it's her turn to collect!

She picked up people along the way and also collected quite a few corpses. Some she couldn't tell which sect they belonged to, so she simply put them all in order and let them claim their own.

Dozens of bodies lay in a line, each covered with a white sheet, still quite imposing.

She acted humbly and calmly.

"Fellow seniors, I led these fellow cultivators to break through the formations and leave the Heavenly Demon Palace. Along the way, I also helped many fellow cultivators collect their bodies. Unfortunately, my strength is limited, and I don't know how many of them were disciples from our sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, many of the other three disciples' eyes turned red.

"Even more so, there was a Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in town who cried out hoarsely, "Tong'er! "

A group of cultivators far away rushed forward, their steps revealing great urgency.

One by one they fell beside the corpses, their eyes bloodshot and noses sore.

Besides the four Nascent Soul corpses of the Bixhai Pavilion standing alone, all other corpses were surrounded by people.

One by one, names were called out, and stifled sobs rose in response.

Looking at this group of people bowing their heads and weeping, Lin Qi also couldn't help but sigh.

The Venerable Taiji suddenly turned his head and softly asked her, "Is your heart troubled by what you see"

Lin Qi: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, but decided to answer honestly.

"The disciple regrets it again. He should have taken the body out before Venerable Fu Cang left."

Fearing that someone might overhear, and causing a rift in their hearts, Lin Qi added another sentence with an air of righteousness.

At least this gave them an outlet for their rage.

The Taiji Venerable turned his head and cast a meaningful glance at his own grandson.

The moment Lin Qi's words fell, many cries clearly paused, followed by even angrier sobs, mixed with a hint of suppressed rage.

At first, the God-transforming True Monarch who called Tong'er was holding a corpse of a young girl in his arms, his eyes bloodshot.

"I'm going to kill all those animals at Bihai Pavilion!"

"My hard-raised child died at the hands of others, and I was powerless to do anything!"

All the cultivators around hurriedly dissuaded him.

There are still many monks with this kind of reaction.

A scene of deep sorrow, with cries and chaos.

At first, for the sake of the sect's interests, how many people suppressed the hatred in their hearts and were forced to forget everything

The initial struggle against oppression was quelled.

I used to think that time could heal the pain of losing friends, family, and fellow practitioners.

One could see familiar corpses laid out before them, even a great Arhat would be moved by such a sight.

They were once fellow disciples, either as sisters and brothers or as aunts and nephews.

We once practiced together, competed together, maybe even quarreled and fought. Our relationship was both intimate and antagonistic.

Now, however, they are separated by heaven and earth.as five.No matter how outsiders guess, they would never have imagined that she had gone down the mountain to train.Therefore, along the way, it inevitably attracted the attention of many people.Once t...