The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 86 - 81 Wait, no, you you you... (10k)_6

Yan Xiaohu said angrily.

Several True Disciples quickly turned their heads, pretending not to hear him.

Zhou Qing’s face twitched, especially when he looked at "Niu Guangmo" behind him, who had clenched his fists tightly. He quickly said, "Third Brother, Master is actually very kind. He often gives us his cultivation insights in secret..."

Yan Xiaohu waved his hand and said, "There are no outsiders here, you don’t need to defend him. In his heart, the Senior Brother is always the best, the Second Senior Sister isn’t bad either, but for the two of us, it’s like beating kids on rainy days out of boredom."

Lu Yaoyao couldn’t help but say, "I think Uncle Mo is very kind and gentle."

"Niu Guangmo" couldn’t help but look at Lu Yaoyao, immediately smiling.

Yan Xiaohu just shook his head, too lazy to say anything.

How long have you been a disciple, anyway?

"By the way, Fourth Brother, that Blood Tai Sui would emit a rotten stench uncontrollably. You have a keen nose, could you try to sniff it out?"

Yan Xiaohu seemed to think of something and immediately looked at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing rubbed his nose, then shook his head: "The evil spirit is undetectable at the moment, I can’t smell anything either. I think it’s best for us to be cautious."

"You mean Steward Feng Cheng?" Yan Xiaohu pondered.

Zhou Qing nodded, then looked at the Foundation Establishment Realm disciple: "Steward Feng is at the late stage of the Golden Core Realm; his Soul Fire still burns in the sect, indicating he isn’t dead, but trapped. Who did he take with him at the time?"

The man quickly said, "He took a total of twelve Foundation Establishment Realm disciples, all mid-stage, and over forty Qi Condensation disciples."

Zhou Qing thought, "This is just from our Taiqing Sect. The Blood Tai Sui probably started lurking and rising from Ghost City three hundred miles away. During that time, who could guarantee he didn’t control others, such as passersby or adventurers?"

"Otherwise, how could Steward Feng Cheng and all those people disappear without even sending a distress message? Were they ambushed by other controlled people, or did the Blood Tai Sui already have the power to easily suppress Golden Core Realm disciples?"

"Besides this, we need to be wary of people from the Cangyan Daoist Palace and other factions, so we don’t end up like the cicada caught by the mantis, unaware of the oriole behind."

After listening to Zhou Qing, Yan Xiaohu’s frown deepened.

Lu Yaoyao nodded repeatedly.

Even Mo Xingjian looked at Zhou Qing with admiration and a bit of shame.

He used to only see their shortcomings, not noticing their strengths.

It’s just that this Third Brother talks too much.

And he is as petty-minded as his small eyes!

Zhou Qing certainly knew Master was also present, but what if his strategy was to deal with the Cangyan Daoist Palace and others?

We can’t let the recklessness of these people completely disrupt Master’s plans.

"So, what should we do now?" Yan Xiaohu looked at Zhou Qing and asked.

Unconsciously, he had already placed this Junior Brother, who he usually protected, on an equal footing.

Zhou Qing said, "For now, we can only wait for a change."

Everyone fell silent.

Indeed, they had just arrived today and didn’t understand much yet. For now, their only option was to wait and see.

Just then, a staggering figure came running towards them. When they saw who it was, City Lord Hu Xuantang immediately signaled his personal soldiers.

Two city guards immediately stopped the person.

"Sir, please save my wife! I’m begging you all!!"

Zhou Qing and the others turned to see a man in his thirties kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly and repeatedly kowtowing to them.

"City Lord Hu, who is this?" Yan Xiaohu asked in confusion.

Hu Xuantang looked a bit embarrassed and then said apologetically, "His name is Shi Chuan, he is a Si Chen from Cyan Wood City. Two days ago, his wife was possessed by an evil spirit, constantly draining her Essence Qi. But the resentment was too deep, and we had no way to handle it. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Brother Dong—"

Hu Xuantang glanced at the Foundation Establishment Realm disciple from the Taiqing Sect.

"I didn’t expect to trouble you all today, please forgive us!" Hu Xuantang said hurriedly, bowing.

Lu Yaoyao felt pity for the man constantly kowtowing and looked at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing sighed lightly and stepped forward.

It was clear that Shi Chuan had no other way and came to them out of desperation.

Just as well, it’s a good opportunity to test the "Thunder Sword Skills," which should naturally suppress such evil spirits and kill them.

A simple act of kindness from you might be a life-changing event for someone else.

Yan Xiaohu, however, spoke up at this moment, eager to try.

"Let me handle it, let me handle it. Back in the day, I often dealt with these evil spirits. Besides, I just remembered a technique that might help us find the Blood Tai Sui."

Yan Xiaohu’s eyes flashed with a touch of madness as he spoke.

"You, show the way!" Yan Xiaohu stepped forward and said.

The man, who had been kowtowing, broke into tears of gratitude, ignoring the dirt on his face, and repeatedly stepped forward.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir—"

Soon after, they followed the man to a courtyard, where they could sense an eerie chill even from outside.

Inside, the sharp cries of a woman echoed, making everyone’s hairs stand on end.

"Interesting!"

Yan Xiaohu snorted coldly and entered the room.

As the door opened, everyone frowned slightly.

The dimly lit room was filled with a strange aura. A woman’s limbs were tightly bound to the bed with heavy iron chains.

Her face was hideous and terrifying, her eyes blazing red as if two fires of evil were burning within.

Her hair was disheveled, her body struggling violently, causing the chains to rattle loudly.

Seeing a crowd enter, she opened her mouth and let out a series of shrill screams, like a demon from hell, causing Lu Yaoyao to hide nervously behind Zhou Qing, clutching his clothes tightly.

Shi Chuan, standing to the side, looked heartbroken and was about to kneel again but was stopped by Zhou Qing.

"Don’t worry, we’re here!" Zhou Qing comforted him.

Yan Xiaohu approached the bed, looking at the eerie woman, and clicked his tongue.

Then he patted his storage bag, and an Eight Trigrams Disc along with three different colored talismans appeared.

Everyone was curious, as this method seemed a bit different from the conventional techniques they were familiar with.

So they all stood to the side, silently watching.

Even Mo Xingjian watched thoughtfully.

Yan Xiaohu didn’t speak either. He took out a black feather, dipped it in some unknown liquid, and started drawing on his own eyes.

But just then, the woman who had been screaming suddenly stopped, her eyes’ red glow turning into the gaze of an ordinary person. She looked at Yan Xiaohu’s actions and suspiciously said, "Yan Xiaohu?"

Yan Xiaohu, in the middle of drawing a special talisman on his face, was stunned and turned to look, seemingly recognizing something, and said in shock, "Li Shitao?"

The woman’s breath turned frosty, and she burst out laughing, "Are you kidding me? After all these years, you’re still doing exorcism work?"

"What are you doing here? No, I mean, how come you haven’t been killed yet?" Yan Xiaohu was incredulous.

Their sudden conversation left everyone bewildered.

Zhou Qing and Lu Yaoyao looked at them curiously.

What’s going on?

Third Brother, you know this evil spirit?

Master Mo Xingjian seemed to realize something and turned away speechlessly.

Shi Chuan, on the other hand, looked at his wife, then at Yan Xiaohu, his mind blank.