Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 8 Escaping One Calamity

The mountain road gets narrower as you go up.

Li Tianran struggled to keep up with Zhao Ling's pace, while also carrying a heavy woman on his back.

Fortunately, he grasped her weakness, making her afraid to struggle.

Otherwise, she would become even heavier if she started to move.

Zhao Ling didn't leave him behind, and would wait for him to catch up from time to time.

Instead of taking the main mountain road, the two turned onto a side path and ventured into a pine forest.

suddenly.

A long howl came from behind!

Li Tianran's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace.

Shen Qing heard it too.

That was their Heavenly Sword Sect's communication signal; they had encountered a powerful enemy and were requesting support.

Senior Brother Song!

Shen Qing almost burst into tears. Song Qingshu was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and was one of the top three experts in the outer sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

If he catches up, then there's hope.

Shen Qing wanted to shout, but when she opened her mouth, only a hoarse gasp came out of her throat.

Li Tianran's hand was still on the back of her thigh. When he sensed that she wanted to move, his fingers tightened slightly.

"Don't move."

Zhao Ling heard this too and said calmly, "Don't panic, he won't dare to chase after us."

Shen Qing, hanging upside down, strained to lift his head and saw a figure below the mountain, dressed in white and carrying a long sword.

It really is Senior Brother Song!

Shen Qing was about to shout, "Senior Brother Song, I'm here!"

But before she could finish speaking, she saw that Senior Brother Song had stopped and was no longer chasing after her.

Shen Qing observed his surroundings; a layer of gray fog enveloped the area.

This is already within the territory of the Blood Spirit Sect, and there is a protective formation here.

This……

She was unwilling to accept it, but there was nothing she could do.

Down halfway up the mountain

Song Qingshu, dressed in a white Taoist robe, stopped in his tracks, gripping his sword hilt, his killing intent palpable.

He took a step forward, then stopped.

His face showed hesitation, resentment, and helplessness... He could only watch helplessly as Shen Qing was carried to the Blood Spirit Sect by a blood slave.

He could catch up if he rushed up, but he would most likely be trapped by the Blood Spirit Sect's formation.

But if he were to provoke those Foundation Establishment elders from the Blood Spirit Sect, he would surely die.

Saving others? I can't risk my own life!

Song Qingshu did not pursue further, but simply stared coldly at Li Tianran's retreating figure.

Shen Qing's only hope was shattered, and she closed her eyes in despair.

Li Tianran also breathed a sigh of relief.

Nine levels of Qi Refining!

Not to mention him, even Zhao Ling couldn't stop him.

He gritted his teeth and continued to keep up with Zhao Ling's pace.

After a while.

At the end of the pine forest, a stone staircase appears. The staircase is very steep, covered with moss, and ferns grow in the crevices.

At the end of the stone steps was an unfamiliar wooden door.

The door was infested with insects, and a rusty iron lock hung on it, suggesting it was a hidden side door.

Li Tianran silently made a note of it.

At that moment, Zhao Ling kicked the door open.

The iron lock and bolt flew off together, and the wooden door crashed into the stone wall with a dull thud.

Behind the door was the familiar spiritual field, filled with a sweet, fishy smell and the medicinal fragrance of spiritual herbs.

Familiar taste!

Zhao Ling led the two women to the edge of the field.

She turned her head and glanced at Li Tianran.

Seeing that he was panting heavily, yet still able to keep up with her pace.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Your performance is much better than I expected!"

Li Tianran smiled bitterly: "It's thanks to Senior Sister's timely arrival, otherwise I would have already died at the hands of the Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators."

Zhao Ling remained noncommittal: "You are clever and courageous, suitable to be a heretical cultivator. You might be a good helper if you could cultivate, but unfortunately you have no spiritual root and cannot cultivate."

"Put her down."

Li Tianran took the woman off his shoulder.

Shen Qing fell to the ground, her buttocks hitting the stone steps, and she groaned in pain.

Her hair was disheveled, her Taoist robe was wrinkled, and her expression was neither sad nor happy.

Zhao Ling looked down at her.

"Sixth level of Qi Refining?"

Zhao Ling said, "Okay."

She pinched Shen Qing's chin, lifted her face, and looked her over from side to side.

Shen Qing tried to struggle, but Zhao Ling's fingers were like iron clamps.

"Your face is not bad either," Zhao Ling said. "It's a pity that looks are useless in the Blood Spirit Sect."

She released her grip and walked towards the woman in her twenties. The woman was controlled by the Blood Slave Talisman, her eyes were empty, and she stood motionless.

Zhao Ling walked around her, pinched her arm, and then pried open her mouth to look at her teeth.

She frowned and asked, "Twenty-seven years old?"

Li Tianran lowered his head nervously and said, "Replying to Senior Sister Zhao, I was in too much of a hurry just now and didn't ask about her age clearly."

"That's enough."

"It's not your fault. I never expected that there would be a Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator in this mortal town."

Zhao Ling released the woman's mouth and wiped his fingers on her clothes.

"Too old, no use to them."

She drew her dagger.

The knife tip pierced the woman's left lower jaw, angled upwards, passing through her tongue, through her palate, and into the back of her nasal cavity.

The woman didn't even have time to scream before her body went limp, and dark red blood gushed from the wound.

Zhao Ling dragged the body to the edge of the spirit field, where the soil was loose.

Zhao Ling waved her hand, and her spiritual power swept out, digging a shallow pit. She then casually pushed the corpse into it.

The woman lay on her back, her eyes gazing blankly at the sky.

Li Tianran's face was numb, but a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He brought women and girls up the mountain not only to fulfill his duty, but also to give them another way to survive.

Being a blood slave doesn't mean you have to die immediately.

"It can barely be used as fertilizer," Zhao Ling said calmly.

Li Tianran's eyelids twitched, and he bowed his head respectfully.

Shen Qing trembled all over, her eyes filled with anger.

"You two beasts, my Heavenly Sword Sect will wipe out the Blood Spirit Sect sooner or later."

Shen Qingwei raised her chin and cursed through gritted teeth.

Zhao Ling: "I'll wait."

After sealing Shen Qing's magic power, she turned around and looked at Li Tianran.

Give me everything you have.

Upon hearing this...

Li Tianran was already prepared, and although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to hand over the spoils of war.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Right now, preserving one's life is the priority.

He carefully took out two storage bags from his pocket: Tu San's gray storage bag and Shen Qing's storage bag embroidered with cloud patterns.

"Senior sister, everything is here."

Li Tianran lowered his head, his gaze falling on Zhao Ling's strong and slender legs, and offered them to her with both hands.

"She's quite sensible."

"This woman from the Heavenly Sword Sect is yours."

"Don't ruin your health. Your spiritual field still needs your care," Zhao Ling warned calmly.

Li Tianran's lips twitched.

"This girl needs some work-study. I'll come see you again in two days."

After saying that, Zhao Ling left with the girl whose eyes were vacant.

Shen Qing looked up at Li Tianran, her voice filled with fear and helplessness: "You dare touch me?!"