Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 74 Heavenly Sword Sect Camp

Li Tianran was startled.

She had indeed been paying attention to him and knew about his little tricks.

But she doesn't care.

It's like someone knowing that an ant has taken a detour while moving house, but not squatting down to correct it.

No matter how much the ants try to escape, they can't get out of that nest.

"I have seen through your schemes."

Chen Xiaolu said, "But it's nothing serious."

Li Tianran breathed a sigh of relief.

She definitely didn't know about the existence of the Immortal Imprisoning Basin, otherwise she wouldn't have acted this way.

This is his only remaining trump card that could turn the tide.

Chen Xiaolu shifted her gaze from him and suddenly turned it towards the depths of the gray fog.

"Aren't you tired of hiding for so long?"

Three figures trembled in the gray fog.

The three Heavenly Sword Sect disciples remained hidden in the shadows, neither daring to move nor run away.

Because they had already been locked in by Chen Xiaolu's oppressive aura, even breathing was difficult for them.

Chen Xiaolu raised her hand and made a loose grasping motion with her five fingers.

Swish!

The three were grabbed from a distance, as if an invisible hand had choked them, their feet lifted off the ground, and their faces turned purple.

Before they could even scream, their bodies began to melt from the skin, flesh peeled away, bones shattered, and they turned into a thick cloud of blood mist.

She absorbed the blood mist into her palm and it merged into her body.

The three Qi Refining cultivators were completely wiped out, leaving not even ashes.

Li Tianran felt a chill run down his spine and his stomach churn.

This is heretical cultivation!

He killed someone as easily as crushing three ants, without even blinking.

Chen Xiaolu absorbed the blood mist, and some color returned to her face.

She gave Li Tianran a deep look: "Just because I won't kill you doesn't mean that the Heavenly Sword Sect and Han Li won't kill you."

"Get lost already, or you'll get killed before you even live three days and ruin your senior sister's mood."

Chen Xiaolu grabbed Shen Qing's shoulder, soared into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The gray fog churned a few times before returning to silence.

All that remained on the ground was a charred patch of earth and the lingering smell of blood that could be carried away by a gust of wind.

Li Tianran stood still, looking down at the handkerchief in his hand.

The crooked peony was soaked with tears, its petals crumpled into a ball.

He was only confused for a moment before he immediately folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket.

Boom!

A loud noise came from afar, and the mountain-protecting formation was shaking.

The Heavenly Sword Sect has begun.

Li Tianran took a deep breath, gripped the meteorite spear tightly, and walked deeper into the old mining area...

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Chen Xiaolu gripped Shen Qing's shoulder as they walked through the gray fog.

Shen Qing closed her eyes, her face was deathly pale, and the red mark on her neck was faintly visible, like a snake coiled around her throat.

Chen Xiaolu's voice floated down from above, her tone calm: "Senior sister, open your eyes. We're almost there."

Shen Qing opened her eyes.

The gray fog ahead thinned, and a dozen or so flying boats could be vaguely seen hovering in mid-air, with the flags of the Heavenly Sword Sect fluttering in the wind.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's temporary camp!

Shen Qing shuddered; she never imagined she would see her fellow disciples again.

"Smile."

Chen Xiaolu said in a low voice, "You are now a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who has escaped with your life, not a dead person."

Shen Qing's lips twitched slightly, but he remained silent.

Chen Xiaolu let go, and the two of them descended from the sky, landing at the camp gate.

The two Qi Refining disciples on duty immediately drew their swords, but when they saw the person's face clearly, they were both stunned.

"Senior Sister Chen? You're still alive?"

Another disciple's gaze shifted to Shen Qing's face, his pupils suddenly contracting: "Shen... Senior Sister Shen?!"

"Senior Sister Shen Qing! It's Senior Sister Shen Qing! She's still alive!"

This shout caused an uproar on the flying boat.

Shen Qing.

He wasn't the most talented among the outer disciples, but he was the disciple with the purest sword heart.

Although she has only been cultivating for a few years, her sword intent has already won the respect of many inner disciples.

The acting sect leader, True Person Zishuang, said in front of all the disciples that this girl would be extraordinary in the future.

After Shen Qing was captured by the Blood Spirit Sect, everyone thought she was dead.

The sect even sent Song Qingshu to search for Shen Qing in person at Blood Burial Plains, but he was unable to enter and investigate. Shen Qing's whereabouts and fate remain unknown.

Now, she has actually come back alive.

"Senior Sister Shen!"

"It really is Senior Sister Shen!"

Disciples surged in from all directions, some with red eyes, others covering their mouths in disbelief.

"Senior sister, are you alright?"

"You've lost so much weight..."

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

Shen Qing stood there, looking at those familiar faces. Her lips moved a few times, and her eyes reddened, but no tears came.

Chen Xiaolu stood next to her, her face expressionless.

Song Qingshu rushed out of the main tent, pushed through the crowd, and immediately spotted Shen Qing.

He stood there, stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times, his voice a little hoarse: "Shen Qing... you're still alive."

Shen Qing looked at him, her lips moving slightly: "Senior brother, I'm fine. Junior sister Xiaolu brought me back."

But those were not the words she truly wanted to say!

Chen Xiaolu was controlling her with a secret technique that was even more advanced than the Blood Slave Talisman!

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and glanced around: "Everyone, disperse! Go do what you were doing! Junior Sister Shen just got back and needs to rest!"

The disciples slowly dispersed, but some still looked back in twos and threes.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Xiaolu and nodded: "Xiaolu, you've worked hard too."

"Come inside and let's talk. Several elders are here and want to hear about the Blood Spirit Sect."

Chen Xiaolu nodded and led Shen Qing to the main camp.

The tent flap was lifted, revealing four people inside, their auras terrifyingly powerful, each many times stronger than Old Demon Han.

Sitting at the head of the table was an elder in a gray robe, with gray hair and eyes as sharp as knives.

He glanced at Chen Xiaolu, then his gaze lingered on Shen Qing for a moment longer.

To the left is the red-faced elder, his face full of scars, with a large sword hanging at his waist that is wider than his arm.

He saw Shen Qing and snorted, "This girl is the disciple with the pure sword heart that Zi Shuang mentioned? She's lucky to be alive."

To the right is the one-eyed elder, with a scar on his left eye, which is always closed.

He stared at Shen Qing for a couple of moments, then suddenly said, "The sword heart is still there. It hasn't shattered. This girl has a good character."

On the outermost side is Elder White Eyebrows, whose eyebrows are as white as snow and droop down to the corners of his eyes.

He kept staring at Chen Xiaolu, his eyes seeming to see right through her.

Song Qingshu pointed to the four people and introduced them one by one: "This is Elder Zhao from Xuanjian Peak, Elder Qian from Lieyang Peak, Elder Sun from Bibo Peak, and Elder Li from Tianji Peak."

Chen Xiaolu greeted each person respectfully.

Shen Qing followed suit and bowed, her movements stiff.

The gray-robed elder spoke, his voice not loud, but the entire tent trembled: "Shen Qing, I ask you, during your three months in the Blood Spirit Sect, have you seen that mysterious Blood Spirit Sect Master?"

All eyes were on Shen Qing.

Shen Qing's lips trembled, and just as she was about to speak, the red marks on her neck suddenly became hot.

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Chen Xiaolu took over the conversation respectfully: "Elder, Senior Sister Shen suffered a great shock and hasn't recovered yet. I've been in the Blood Spirit Sect longer than her, so I'll explain the situation."

The gray-robed elder glanced at Shen Qing, who was also somewhat stunned, and said, "This disciple... has never seen him before."

Seeing this, the elders did not press the matter further, as Shen Qing was a disciple favored by the True Person.

Who would dare target her? Besides, her current situation is understandable.

Elder Qian from Lieyang Peak looked at Chen Xiaolu and said, "Since that's the case, you speak."

Chen Xiaolu bowed respectfully: "Elders, the core of the Blood Spirit Sect's protective array is located on Blood Cauldron Peak, maintained by Wang Yin using the fire from her alchemy furnace. Once the furnace goes out, the array will collapse."

"The Blood Spirit Sect Master trusts three people the most: Old Demon Han, Ma Rou, and Wang Yin."

Old Demon Han has a Foundation Establishment puppet, Ma Rou is skilled in poison mist, and Wang Yin is in charge of alchemy and formations.

"Old Demon Han's puppet looks powerful, but its core has a problem. It pauses for a moment every thirty breaths, and that's when it's most effective to attack it."

Every word he said was a lie.

But every word he said sounded exactly like the truth.

Shen Qing tried to speak, but the restraint on her neck became hot.

She could only stand there, listening to Chen Xiaolu deceive everyone.

After listening, Elder Bai Mei stared at Chen Xiaolu and asked, "How do you know all this so clearly?"