Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 42 Shen Qing's Despair, A Deadly Situation!! [Vote Requested]

Shen Qing was stunned.

Looking at Li Tianran kicking open the door.

At this moment, the two horns on his forehead, now completely faded from black, were visible.

Shen Qing saw the dark red ring that had appeared in his pupils.

He was still wearing the same gray robe.

But the oppressive feeling when standing at the door was even stronger than when I was bracing myself against bone spurs in the square last time.

Finally, something made Shen Qing feel somewhat flustered.

She saw Li Tianran's eyes.

Looking at her neck, there was a hint of fierceness.

"you--"

however.

Li Tianran didn't give her a chance to finish speaking.

He moved with incredible speed. Although Shen Qing had secretly recovered his cultivation, he was now at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

But it was still too late to react.

Li Tianran grabbed her by the throat with one hand, lifted her from the stove, and slammed her hard onto the ground.

The bowl on the stove was knocked over, and the water inside spilled all over the floor.

Shen Qing's back slammed into the uneven stone wall, and the back of his head hit the stone edge. Blood seeped from his hair and flowed down the cracks in the stone.

"Li Tianran, what's wrong with you?!"

Shen Qing was terrified. Despite the excruciating pain, she dared not make a sound, lest she be discovered by those outside.

She didn't fight back, but desperately tried to circulate her magic power to resist and break free.

"What's wrong? Ha! You damned bitch!"

Li Tianran sneered and tightened his grip on his fingers.

Shen Qing was taken aback.

Her lips were moving, and from the shape of her mouth, it could be seen that there were only two words.

Wake up!

But, in response to her.

It was a hard, solid fist that came crashing down.

Bang!

The first punch landed on her left cheek, and blood splattered from the corner of her mouth onto Li Tianran's tiger's mouth.

The warm, still flowing sensation made Li Tianran enjoy it even more, while his anger intensified!

His hands didn't stop.

The second punch was raised, enveloped in surging spiritual power from the seventh level of pseudo-refining qi.

This punch would kill anyone, not just Shen Qing, but even Zhao Ling, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, if it landed on her head.

Shen Qing's eyes narrowed, filled with a hint of resentment and helplessness, as she unleashed her full power in an attempt to break free.

But... nothing worked!

She was startled to realize that, without her noticing,

Li Tianran has actually grown from a blood slave into a cultivator who is even more powerful than her!

"Die..."

With a loud bang.

Suddenly, the door to the woodshed was kicked open.

The wooden stick broke in two and flew into the house.

Chen Xiaolu stood at the door.

The blood slave charm on the back of her neck was nowhere to be found, and her aura was no longer that of the tomboy who squatted on the edge of the field eating plums.

He was still holding a wooden box in his arms. The box fell to the ground, and the iron chains scattered all over the ground.

When her gaze passed over his shoulder and landed on Shen Qing, her pupils suddenly constricted.

The next instant, she had already crashed into him from the side.

A palm strike landed squarely on Li Tian's neck, the force precise, striking the point where spiritual power and consciousness intersected.

Then, with an elbow, he pushed away the hand that was gripping Shen Qing's throat, and twisted Li Tianran's wrist, forcing him back half a step.

I bumped him back onto the bed with my shoulder.

The movements were fluid and graceful, and all followed the style of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He just didn't have a sword in his hand.

Li Tianran collapsed onto the bed.

The sharp pain in the back of his neck felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and most of the ferocity in his eyes dissipated.

He was panting heavily, looking down at his right hand.

Shen Qing's blood was still on the tiger's mouth, and it was already cold.

When she looked up again, Shen Qing was leaning against the wall, her left cheek was swollen beyond recognition, and blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth down her chin.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes showing no fear, only a hint of relief.

Shen Qing didn't wipe the blood from her face, she just looked at him, her eyes filled with fear, the other half with something else.

Chen Xiaolu didn't say anything, but just looked at Li Tianran deeply.

Then, they helped Shen Qing to sit down by the stove.

She took a small cloth bag out of her bosom and poured the rest of its contents onto the stove.

Half a bottle of wound medicine, a few candied plums, and a crumpled handkerchief.

He unscrewed the medicine bottle and gently wiped the blood from Shen Qing's mouth, his movements completely different from the force he used when he shoved him aside earlier.

"Senior sister, you've lost weight. Back in the sect, you always helped me turn down errands."

She went to the market to buy me wontons herself, and even said it was on her way back.

She wiped away the bloodstains on Shen Qing's chin with her fingertips, then lowered her head to apply the medicine.

"It's always the same. Every time they say it's on the way, but I later found out it wasn't true at all."

You deliberately took a detour, adding half an hour to the round trip. You were the one who secretly brought me food when I was punished by Master to stand in the stance.

Chen Xiaolu pressed on the bruise on Shen Qing's shoulder caused by the stone edge, and Shen Qing flinched in pain.

She stopped and took out another plum from the bag, stuffing it into Shen Qing's hand.

"It's sweet. It will make the pain go away after you eat it. That's what you told me when I was little."

Shen Qing did not speak.

He simply took the handkerchief she offered and pressed it to his lips. Looking at Chen Xiaolu's familiar face and gentle gesture, his eyes were already a little red.

"Little Deer, what brings you here?"

Chen Xiaolu screwed the cap off the medicine bottle and remained silent for a moment.

When he spoke again, his tone had changed.

It was no longer the rambling, incessant chatter of before; it had changed to a more composed tone.

"Senior sister, I don't have time to explain to you right now."

"Senior Brother Song Qingshu has already reported the Blood Spirit Sect's evil deeds to the outer sect."

Senior Brother Song Qingfeng posted a bounty on the wanted poster for a long time, searching for your whereabouts, but the bounty was later removed.

The sect has decided to take direct action!

These words were spoken.

Li Tianran, now fully awake, looked up, showing no surprise in his eyes.

His purpose in bringing Chen Xiaolu up the mountain was precisely this.

I guessed right, and I made the right bet.

The only variable is that the more one cultivates, the more one's self-awareness is eroded.

If it weren't for Chen Xiaolu.

Shen Qing had already been killed by him with a single punch.

Li Tianran remained silent, trying his best to calm his raging spiritual power and control his consciousness.

At this time.

Chen Xiaolu shoved the medicine bottle into Shen Qing's hand, stood up, and turned to face Li Tianran.

The gentleness with which he had wiped Shen Qing's blood was completely gone, replaced by scrutiny.

She looked down at him, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were assessing the situation.

"There's something wrong with the practice you're using."

"Your horns, your pupils, the hand you just used to strangle her—you're using what Old Demon Han taught you to enhance your cultivation, but the side effects are eroding your consciousness."

Li Tianran leaned against the stone bed, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

Even a cultivator could see the problems with him.

Chen Xiaolu looked at him and remained silent for several breaths.

"The outer sect has decided to send two Foundation Establishment elders to quell the Blood Spirit Sect."

One is a level-two array master, responsible for breaking the protective array of Blood Burial Plain.

One is a sword cultivator at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, whose combat strength surpasses that of Old Demon Han. There are also more than twenty disciples at the late-stage Qi Refining stage.

Only then did Li Tianran look up at the tomboy in front of him.

really.

The Heavenly Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a major righteous sect.

They neither abandoned their disciples nor intended to let the Blood Spirit Sect go.

Now even Foundation Establishment Elders have been brought out.

They intend to wipe out the Blood Spirit Sect!

Two Foundation Establishment cultivators, more than twenty late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and a level-two formation master broke through the mountain-protecting formation.

This force is enough to plow through the entire Blood Burial Plain from beginning to end.

For others, this would be a fatal disaster.

For him, this was the only window to obtain the Blood Transformation Technique.

With Han Laomo focused on dealing with external enemies, the secret room was left empty.

He wiped the last trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, "When did you make your move?"

"Seven days later."

After Chen Xiaolu finished speaking about seven days, Shen Qing did not respond.

She leaned against the stove, still clutching the plum in her hand, her fingertips stained with sugar, which gleamed faintly in the dim woodshed.

Li Tianran stood up, hung his scimitar at his waist, and said to Chen Xiaolu, "You stay here tonight. Shen Qing's facial injury needs someone to watch over it."

Chen Xiaolu looked at him, but didn't ask why; she just nodded.

Li Tianran glanced at Shen Qing, and the two looked at each other.

it is more than words.

He didn't apologize for what happened, and she didn't pursue the matter further.

Push the door open and go out.

A thick fog rolled in.

Back in the cave,

He leaned against the stone gate for a long time.

I re-analyzed the timeline of those seven days from beginning to end.

Two Foundation Establishment elders from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This force is enough to plow the Blood Burial Plain once.

But what happens after the plowing is finished?

The Heavenly Sword Sect will pacify the Blood Burial Plains and leave no evil cultivator alive.

What should I do?

He was a disciple in name only, with blood in his body, horns on his forehead, and a dark red ring in his pupils.

Any one of these points is enough for the Heavenly Sword Sect to chop off his head!

How to save your life?

We can only rely on external help!

He needs another force, one that creates chaos within chaos.

Ideally, they should be enemies of Han Laomo.

He was on the same level as her, had a motive, and didn't need to personally intervene.

……