Uncle Zhong’s eyes turned dark and sinister as he stared at Feng Qingran.
A Nascent Soul cultivator who could draw seventh-grade talismans – someone like this, if they couldn’t be used by the Luo family, had to be killed!
“Little girl, when did you draw the other two talismans? What are their names?” Uncle Zhong’s gaze was probing.
Those two old monsters from the Baili family were at the Nascent Soul stage.
Drawing a single fifth-grade talisman would require them to rest for at least three to five years.
Yet Feng Qingran, a Nascent Soul cultivator, had drawn a seventh-grade talisman without even catching her breath.
There was definitely something fishy going on!
Feng Qingran’s eyes were cold and stern. “The other two were drawn just now, of course. But as for the talismans’ names, there’s no need for you to know. After all, you don’t have much longer to live.”
“Ha! Arrogant talk! Daring to play tricks right in front of me means there’s no reason to let you live!” Uncle Zhong suppressed the shock in his heart.
No matter what, neither Feng Qingran nor Ning Shiyue could be allowed to live.
Uncle Zhong’s murderous intent surged, and the temperature within the entire domain plummeted.
Just then—
Baili Wenyue rushed over, standing in front of Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue. “Uncle Zhong, if you want to kill them, you’ll have to kill me first.”
Uncle Zhong closed his fingers, and a ball of black mist coalesced in his palm.
Baili Wenyue couldn’t be left alive either, but killing him would bring trouble.
Baili Wenyue’s soul tablet was still in the Baili family.
The soul tablet could show everything that happened before Baili Wenyue’s death.
It seemed he would have to make these two young girls take the blame!
“Young Master Wenyue, are you sure you want to side with them?” Uncle Zhong’s eyes returned to a state of calm.
“Uncle Zhong, I am, after all, a master of the Luo family. Are you sure you want to defy your superior!?” Baili Wenyue stood tall and straight, handsome and distinguished, his posture proud and aloof.
“Hahaha… Today, I’ll let you see, Young Master Wenyue, what it means to let strength speak.” Uncle Zhong raised his hand, and a dark ball of energy shot towards Baili Wenyue.
The power contained within the dark ball was chilling to behold.
Baili Wenyue’s face showed no fear. Even if he were to die, he would die in front of his two junior sisters.
However, just as the dark ball was about to hit Baili Wenyue, it suddenly swerved and shot past him.
Bang! —
Ning Shiyue and Feng Qingran were both sent flying.
“Fifth Senior Sister! Little Junior Sister!” Baili Wenyue turned around anxiously, his face pale, his whole body trembling.
Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue were now lying on the ground, unconscious.
Baili Wenyue ran over and checked their breathing. Both had very weak breaths, and their internal organs were shattered.
“Fifth Senior Sister… Little Junior Sister… I’m sorry!” Baili Wenyue fell to his knees, his eyes bloodshot, his heart clenching painfully.
Ah! —
In his helplessness, Baili Wenyue pounded the ground with his fists, filled with grief and indignation, his heart aching.
“Why!? Why did it have to come to this? Fifth Senior Sister, please wake up, okay? I promise I’ll cultivate diligently from now on…”
“Little Junior Sister, please wake up quickly. From now on, I’ll read all the techniques you give me…”
“I beg you, please don’t die, okay! I won’t be lazy and play around anymore, I swear!”
Suddenly—
Baili Wenyue’s crying stopped. He grasped his sword and stood up, his whole body emanating a cold aura. “Uncle Zhong, this is the last time I’ll call you that! From now on, it’s war between us, until one of us dies!”
Uncle Zhong’s sharp, eagle-like eyes scrutinized Baili Wenyue.
It seemed that in this instant, Baili Wenyue had grown up. The arrogance on his face was hidden, replaced by a newfound composure.
Uncle Zhong keenly sensed that Baili Wenyue was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Uncle Zhong’s eyes were vigilant. Someone about to break through, if they chose to self-destruct, the power would be considerable.
He couldn’t give Baili Wenyue that chance!
Uncle Zhong’s imposing pressure surged towards Baili Wenyue.
In that very instant—
Uncle Zhong suddenly felt a chill run down his back.
He spun around quickly and saw, not far away, a young man with a slender, graceful figure standing there.
He wore robes of dark silk, his hair tied up held by a jade crown. He had sword-like brows and starry eyes, a breathtakingly handsome appearance, with an extraordinarily noble and unparalleled elegance.
The whole person seemed like a lofty deity, inspiring awe at first sight.
Uncle Zhong immediately broke out in a cold sweat. When had this person appeared!?
Late Nascent Soul stage… his cultivation was below Uncle Zhong’s, so how could he have suddenly appeared within his domain?
A vague sense of unease rose in Uncle Zhong’s heart.
Mo Jinghong’s phoenix eyes were icy cold, like ten-thousand-year-old unmelting ice. “Sixth Senior Brother, have you figured things out now?”
“Seventh Junior Brother, it’s too late. Nothing can be undone now…” Baili Wenyue’s eyes were moist, filled with immense regret.
The Seventh Junior Brother was only at the late Nascent Soul stage; he was no match for Uncle Zhong.
Mo Jinghong stepped lightly as he walked over to Baili Wenyue. “Sixth Senior Brother, the past truly can’t be undone, but the future can be changed…”
“I just want Fifth Senior Sister and Little Junior Sister to come back to life!”
“Fifth Senior Sister and Little Junior Sister can still be saved. Don’t worry.” Mo Jinghong handed Baili Wenyue a bottle of medicine. “Feed these to them.”
Baili Wenyue grabbed the porcelain bottle, quickly poured out a pill, and stuffed it into Feng Qingran’s mouth.
He didn’t even check if Feng Qingran had swallowed it!
Then, turning, he gently lifted Ning Shiyue, tenderly placed the pill in her mouth, and watched her swallow it.
Feng Qingran: Sixth Senior Brother, your favoritism is way too obvious!
Throughout this, Uncle Zhong didn’t move. He had lost control over his own domain.
Just what kind of monster was Mo Jinghong?
After feeding the medicine, Baili Wenyue waited a moment. Seeing Ning Shiyue still unconscious, he looked at Mo Jinghong. “Seventh Junior Brother, they still haven’t reacted?”
Mo Jinghong remained silent. A radiant light began to emanate from beneath his feet.
Hum! —
Countless red threads spread from under Mo Jinghong’s feet, extending throughout the entire domain.
The red threads formed complex patterns, evoking a sense of terror.
A flash of red light appeared beneath Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue.
The two of them vanished in an instant.
