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Chapter 70: My Lord, Spare My Life!

Yue Xiaoqian’s voice was trembling. It was only now that she realized this man was not someone she could afford to provoke.

At this moment, Elder Zhai was also completely bewildered.

Having not seen him for several years, how had Xue An become so formidable?

“I’ve said that no one will leave here alive tonight!”

As he spoke, Xue An prepared to exert pressure with his foot, and Yue Xiaoqian screamed in terror.

“My lord, please spare me, spare my life. I am from the Wangui Sect. If you kill me, you will never have peace in the future.”

At this time, Elder Zhai also said, “Xiao An, it’s fine to kill this person, but her backing from the Wangui Sect is very troublesome to provoke.”

Xue An smiled faintly, “I have a habit, the less advisable it is to provoke, the more I want to try.”

With that, he pressed down with his foot.

Crack.

Yue Xiaoqian’s head was crushed to pieces.

Elder Zhai had not expected Xue An to be so decisively murderous.

As he hesitated, a black mist rose from Yue Xiaoqian’s corpse. Under the moonlight, it twisted and eventually took on the appearance of Yue Xiaoqian.

Elder Zhai’s expression grew solemn.

As expected of someone from the Wangui Sect, she had turned into a fierce ghost in such a short time after death.

The spirit of Yue Xiaoqian looked at Xue An with a face full of resentment.

“The young master of our Wangui Sect will soon arrive at Mount Qingmang.

Then you and this old man Zhai will both die!”

As she spoke, Yue Xiaoqian’s form began to fade, ready to flee the place. Her heart was filled with rage at the moment.

Xue An’s stomp had ruined the physical body she had finally acquired, the equivalent of damaging decades of her cultivation.

But just at this moment, Xue An said indifferently, “I said, no one will leave here alive tonight! Not even ghosts.”

As he spoke, Xue An suddenly reached out, his hand extending into the void, and grabbed the fading Yue Xiaoqian back.

It was at this moment that Yue Xiaoqian understood what extreme fear was, her face full of disbelief.

“Spare my life, my lord.”

This was her last utterance left in this world.

The next second, her soul was scattered by a flick from Xue An, reduced to nothingness.

Her soul dispersed, never to return.

The most tragic end.

At that same time, flames rose from the corpses of Niu Yiwan and Yue Xiaoqian, instantly incinerating their bodies to ash.

Elder Zhai’s eyelids jumped at the sight.

Xue An then took out a small bottle and threw it to Elder Zhai.

“What is this?”

“For healing.”

Elder Zhai opened the bottle, and a refreshing fragrance filled the air.

Elder Zhai’s spirits were lifted, knowing just by the scent that this elixir was no ordinary item.

He poured out the medicine elixir and swallowed it.

Soon, a warmth spread through his belly.

Daoist Elder Zhai spat out a mouthful of congested blood and then felt completely refreshed, in the best state he had ever been.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Xue An sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, looking at Daoist Elder Zhai.

“The Wangui Sect came to me three months ago, wanting to get a treasure from me to deal with a Jiaolong in Mount Qingmang that is about to undergo transformation.’

Xue An nodded, “And then?”

“I didn’t give it to them, of course. That Jiaolong is the life-saving benefactor of my master. Before he died, he specifically asked me to take good care of it. It was expected that it would take at least a hundred years to transform.”

“But I don’t know why, it’s suddenly showing signs of transformation recently.

You know, a Jiaolong is at its weakest when it’s undergoing transformation.

Combined with the Dragon-seeking Disk, there’s a chance to subdue it.”

“A Jiaolong, huh… That’s a spiritual beast! That’s why many sects have set their hearts on it, Wangui Sect being the most eager.”

Xue An understood.

The Jiaolong they were talking about must be the one in the Blackwater Pond of Mount Qingmang.

He didn’t expect that after he gave it a Demon Cultivator Cultivation Technique, its progress would be so fast that it was about to transform and transcend.

At this moment, Daoist Elder Zhai hesitated before saying, “Xiao An, take advantage of the fact that it’s not yet dawn, and quickly take your daughter and friend and leave!”

“Leave? Why should I leave?”

“These people are not to be trifled with, especially the young master of Wangui

Sect, whose divine skills are said to be immeasurable.”

Xue An smiled faintly, “If I leave, what will you do?”

Daoist Elder Zhai looked affectionately at the dilapidated Daoist temple, “I have been here since I was young, at first with my master. After he passed away, I’ve been living alone. After so many years, I’ve grown attached, so I won’t leave!”

“But you’re different, this matter has nothing to do with you. You’ll just be implicated by staying here. Hurry up and go, take this bank card as well, money has no meaning for me now!” Daoist Elder Zhai said with a serious face.

Xue An did not take it, just looked at Daoist Elder Zhai and suddenly said,

“You’ve suddenly become so formal; it makes me quite uncomfortable.”

Daoist Elder Zhai gave a bitter smile and took out his wine gourd to drink a few more gulps, “I don’t know what you’ve experienced these past few years; I can’t see through you anymore. But listen to me, you should still go!”

Xue An turned his head to look into the distance, “Talking about it now is already too late… They’ve arrived!”

As expected, it wasn’t long before a noisy clamor of people could be heard in the distance.

Daoist Elder Zhai’s expression changed before he reverted to the image of the dirty, broken-down and slovenly old Daoist.

But the arrivals weren’t from Wangui Sect as imagined, but rather a group of about a dozen people, old and young, men and women, all wearing mountaineering clothes and equipped with gear.

The one leading was a man with an arrogant face who, upon seeing a slovenly old Daoist sitting in the courtyard, couldn’t help but say, “Hey, old man, we’re staying here for the night, hurry up and clean up the place.”

After saying this, he tossed a stack of money at Daoist Elder Zhai.

Daoist Elder Zhai did not get up, just chuckled, “Sorry, the Daoist temple already has guests staying, you’re too late!”

The young man frowned and looked over at Xue An, who was sitting aside, then said, “Are you the ones staying here? Move out now, how much do you want?”

This young man obviously didn’t care about money. Xue An shook his head and held up a finger.

“Ten thousand, right? Fine!” The young man did not hesitate.

Xue An said indifferently, “Give me a billion, and I’ll leave right now! Remember… I only want cash!”

The young man’s face suddenly changed, and he sneered scornfully, “Have all the people in the mountains gone mad with poverty?”

At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward to block the young man, “Feng Shao, the bigger picture is more important.”

Feng Shao’s face was sullen, and he fell silent.

The middle-aged man bowed to Daoist Elder Zhai, “Daoist elder, since there is no place to stay, may we set up tents near the Daoist temple?”

Daoist Elder Zhai nodded, “That is naturally possible.”

The equipment carried by this team was all top-of-the-line, and in no time, they erected a professional tent beside the Daoist temple.

Daoist Elder Zhai said in a low voice at this time, “It seems the waters are getting muddier.”

Xue An was non-committal, merely saying coolly, “The muddier the water, the easier it is to catch fish..