Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 46 My Aunt is Interested in You [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Blood Spirit Field.

Shen Qing squatted on the edge of the field, holding the blood-red copper pot used for watering the spirit field in his hand.

The blood had already been poured out, but she was still squatting there without moving.

Chen Xiaolu jumped down from the ridge of the field.

The bell on her hair swayed gently in the gray mist as she squatted down next to Shen Qing.

"Senior sister, don't wander off on the day of the mountain attack, just stay with me. The sect has gone all out this time."

Shen Qing didn't look at her.

His fingers gently caressed the handle of the copper kettle, lost in thought.

Chen Xiaolu counted them off on her fingers, one by one, her voice filled with excitement:

"You know both of the Foundation Establishment Elders."

Uncle-Master Song is the personal master of Senior Brother Song Qingshu, and he brought three mid-grade magic treasures with him.

A Blood Soul Bell, capable of trapping Han Laomo's Foundation Establishment puppet. A Formation-Breaking Shuttle, specifically designed to tear apart the gray mist restrictions. And his natal flying sword.

Master Song said this during the sect's grand competition.

Swords are used to kill.

He, who is usually good-tempered, actually volunteered this time and was the first among the outer sect elders to sign up.

This shows just how hated the Blood Spirit Sect is.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing slowly nodded.

She couldn't help but ask, "Who else is coming?"

"And there's also Uncle Liu from the outer sect."

The guy who used to punish you by making you copy scriptures is now a level two formation master, specializing in breaking mountain-protecting formations.

Do you remember when he insulted us?

They say that formations shouldn't be drawn on the ground, but rather in your mind.

You stupid disciples, the formations in your heads are even more crooked than those on the ground, hahaha...

Chen Xiaolu mimicked Uncle Liu's tone of disappointment and laughed first.

Shen Qing didn't laugh; her eyebrows furrowed.

Chen Xiaolu continued to ramble, "And there are also Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li, and Senior Brother Wang, all of whom are at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

The sect is determined to eradicate the Blood Spirit Sect completely, leaving no survivors and no future threats.

She pronounced the last eight words very clearly, as if she were repeating the words of an elder.

Leave no survivors.

Shen Qing repeated it to herself.

"Yeah?"

"Yes! When we get back, I'll treat you to wontons at the market, from the same place as always. They have thin wrappers and generous fillings, and the soup has dried shrimp and seaweed in it."

Shen Qing did not respond.

She switched the copper kettle to her other hand, her fingertips pausing lightly on the indentation of the spout.

Chen Xiaolu didn't notice this action and continued talking about what he would take her to eat and play when they got back.

They also mentioned the names of several senior brothers, saying that they all praised Shen Qing for being popular with people in the sect.

She's the first person I think of whenever I need to run errands.

"They say I'm popular because I never say no to people."

Chen Xiaolu was stunned for a moment.

She laughed and said, "Yes, Senior Sister, you're just too easy to talk to."

"Tell me, what is the ultimate goal of all our hard work cultivating day and night, and painstakingly earning spirit stones?"

The smile on Chen Xiaolu's face slowly faded.

She remained silent for several breaths, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer than before.

"Senior sister, you've stayed in this demonic sect for too long. It'll be better if you go back."

Chen Xiaolu stood up, patted the mud off her knees, and the bell in her hair swayed gently.

"Senior sister, you should get some rest."

I'll water the spirit field with you tomorrow. Right now, what we need to do is stay hidden."

"As long as that blood slave doesn't leak the secret, the Blood Spirit Sect will surely be destroyed this time."

Chen Xiaolu turned and walked towards the woodshed.

He paused at the door of the woodshed and turned back.

Shen Qing was still squatting on the edge of the field, the blood copper pot resting on his knees, looking in her direction.

The two looked at each other for a moment through the gray fog.

"Senior sister, I know what you're worried about."

Chen Xiaolu sighed and pushed open the door to the woodshed.

Shen Qing squatted for a while longer before standing up.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the mountainside.

Amidst the gray fog, the outline of a stone gate to a cave dwelling could be vaguely seen.

She sighed and looked away.

……

Zhao Ling took long strides, walking across the edge of the spirit field towards the mountain gate without looking back.

Li Tianran was practicing the Blood Transformation Technique on the mountain; she couldn't just wait idly.

She had tried to run away once before, but was caught and punished with three days of torture.

This time is different.

It's either escape or die.

There was a rogue cultivator in the abandoned mine of Black Wind Mountain who knew the details of Old Demon Han's puppetry techniques, and she wanted to try her luck there.

In the distance, amidst a pile of rubble.

Zhang Xuan stood behind a protruding rock.

The corners of his mouth naturally turn down, and when he's not smiling, he looks like he's plotting something.

His right shoulder injury had long since healed.

But every time I think about who left it there, my shoulder blades still tighten unconsciously.

Zhao Ling is a woman who always tells lies more confidently than the truth, and tonight was no exception.

He chased after him not to become his top disciple, but because Old Demon Han's gaze towards him had become increasingly strange lately.

He used to get a pill if I scolded him, but now I'm too lazy to even scold him.

He knew exactly what materials were needed for the puppet to reach the later stages of its development. When Zhao Ling went down the mountain late at night, it wasn't called escaping, but rather seeking survival.

If he can find a weakness, he can live a few more days in front of his master.

Zhao Ling is nominally his senior sister.

But I've never sided with him.

Zhao Ling stood in front of Li Tianran from the square.

She always put Li Tianran's name at the very beginning of Lingtian's briefings.

Moreover, she kept it very well hidden.

Zhang Xuan knew that Zhao Ling's waist injury was deliberately left until now.

Each time the spiritual energy reached her left waist, it would pause for a moment before Han Laomo felt she was under control.

He didn't understand before, but he does now.

Zhao Lingzang had only one level of cultivation, and he waited for an opportunity for ten years.

She might have finally found someone, but what about him?

So when he noticed Zhao Ling's unusual behavior, he decisively followed her.

At this time.

Zhao Ling suddenly quickened her pace and turned into a pile of rocks.

Zhang Xuan chased after him.

When he walked through the pile of rubble, there was no one left in the gray fog.

After standing at the mountain gate for a few moments, the slight smile on his lips disappeared.

He straightened his collar and continued down the mountain path.

When they reached the entrance of the small town at the foot of the mountain, the streets were deserted, with only a few withered leaves being blown by the wind across the stone pavement.

He stood on the street corner and scanned the area, but there was no one there.

Lost them!

Zhang Xuan frowned.

"who."

Suddenly, Zhao Ling's voice came from behind.

Zhang Xuan turned around.

Zhao Ling stood under the low wall across the street, one hand resting on the hilt of her short sword.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating her face.

There was no panic, no anger, only a chilling calm that seeped into your bones.

Zhang Xuan emerged from the shadows, a familiar smile playing on his lips.

"Senior Sister Zhao, what a coincidence."

……

The mouth of Bloody Tooth Valley.

Ma Wencai leaned back in his armchair with his arms crossed, and when he saw Li Tianran emerge from the gray fog, he raised his eyelids slightly.

"One hundred and forty-five spirit stones, please pay first."

Ma Wencai stopped midway through his speech.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, you said you'd give me three toad hearts as payment."

Li Tianran said, "Yes, three."

"Okay, give it to me later."

Also, you'll have to negotiate your share with my aunt yourself; I only handle the accounts for the valley entrance.

Ma Wencai pushed the abacus forward.

He looked Li Tianran up and down, then suddenly took half a step closer.

"But there's something I need to ask you."

My aunt sat in front of the abacus for most of the day after she came back yesterday.

She never spends more than 15 minutes calculating accounts.

For most of that hour, she kept turning the abacus. I asked her what she was calculating, but she ignored me.

This morning, someone came to ask me again when I joined the sect, how many years I've been a blood slave, how I suddenly became Han Laomo's disciple, which spiritual field I manage on the mountain, and who I'm close to.

She asked even more detailed questions than the recruitment clerk of Bloodfang Valley.

He paused, then stared at Li Tianran with a strange look.

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow: "Why is Senior Ma asking these questions?"

How would I know?

I told her that she owed me 145 spirit stones and had been delaying repayment for a long time. She said that if she could repay it, it wouldn't be a bad debt.

Then she asked me something I still can't figure out.

Ma Wencai stared at Li Tianran for a moment, then said:

She actually asked me, "Do you have a Daoist partner?"

The words were spoken.

Both of them fell silent.

Li Tianran looked at him.

Ma Wencai was also looking at him.

"My aunt never cares about anyone's private affairs, she didn't even ask about my father's marriage to my mother."

She suddenly asked me this.

What exactly did you talk about with her... and what did you do?