The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 937 - 295: Lu, Where Are You? I Can’t See You, I Can’t Tell Anymore!
[Mystic Armor Return to Origin Array: This is a perfect-level Four-Color Array, both offensive and defensive. Even if a Spirit Severing Realm expert strikes, it can’t be breached immediately.]
Upon seeing the appraisal information, Zhou Qing furrowed his brows.
This is trouble!
After a brief hesitation, he gently tugged on Lu Yaoyao, and the two quietly left.
"What should we do now? Such a good opportunity, yet he hides in that turtle shell!" Lu Yaoyao said, frustrated.
Zhou Qing appeared thoughtful.
Calculating the time, there should be two hours left on the Misfortune Sticker’s effect.
For these two hours, he should continue to suffer from bloodshed.
But on the other hand, since the opponent will be unlucky during these two hours, can it be understood that, from their perspective, it’s a great fortune?
It could even be said that they are Yan Sen’s destined final calamity?
In that case, they must make good use of these two hours.
If he regains even slightly, fighting will surely bring complications.
After all, a starved camel is bigger than a horse!
"We must find a way to lure him out of that array!" Zhou Qing lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertip, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Upon hearing Zhou Qing’s words, Lu Yaoyao nodded repeatedly, saying, "But he’s seriously injured now; under normal circumstances, he won’t come out." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Zhou Qing paced back and forth, a sly glint appeared in his eyes.
"This person is quite greedy, and given his bad luck now, sometimes he might not think much about a simple trap."
Lu Yaoyao curiously asked, "What do you plan to do? I will fully cooperate!"
Zhou Qing then transmitted his plans over, Lu Yaoyao listened with some skepticism but had no choice but to nod, and soon departed.
Meanwhile, Zhou Qing took a deep breath, tore his clothes, smeared some blood on them, and headed towards Yan Sen’s healing spot.
...
Inside the Four-Color Array, Yan Sen grasped a Top-Grade Spirit Stone in each hand, frantically absorbing them.
Feeling unprecedented frustration within.
It’s been three days, and no treasures were gained, only one misfortune after another.
The worst was just narrowly escaping being taken over by a beast; if not for Uncle Eight’s help, he’d have died.
Now, half of his sea of consciousness was devoured, even with precious medicines, recovery would take ages.
"I don’t know if Uncle Eight found any treasures, hopefully nothing!"
Yan Sen muttered while healing.
The more he thought, the angrier he got: "Damn Zhou Qing, didn’t give me any warning about how dangerous it was inside, and who knows where he’s hiding now?"
He comforted himself, "With him and Lu Yaoyao, one at the Divinity Transformation stage, the other at the Nascent Soul stage, in a place full of Demon Emperors, they surely won’t survive long!"
Yan Sen even planned, if Zhou Qing and Lu Yaoyao really died in some corner here, once he gets out, he must pay a visit to the Taiqing Sect.
Perhaps there’s still some of the ’Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture’ there.
Suddenly, staggering footsteps outside made Yan Sen open his eyes fiercely.
Uncle Eight is back?
Gone for less than two hours?
Did he encounter danger too?
Yan Sen felt a thrill inside but still opened his eyes, looking ahead cautiously to prevent anything else from intruding.
Over the past three days, he’s faced so many misfortunes, with more unthinkable than unseen.
His entire being became like a startled bird.
"Lu, where are you, where are you, I can’t see, I can’t distinguish—"
Just then, a familiar but frenzied voice came from outside, making Yan Sen’s eyes widen with killing intent.
Soon, he saw a blood-soaked figure crashing through the vines and stumbling inside.
Zhou Qing, covered in blood, his clothes torn into strips, eyes closed yet shedding bloody tears, staggered two steps into a stone wall, causing a dull ache.
"Medicine... my medicine..." He whimpered with blood gurgling in his throat, his trembling fingers urgently rifling through his Storage Bag.
Several Top-Grade Fire Attribute and Water Attribute Spirit Stones were violently tossed aside.
Various Jade Scrolls cluttered the ground, some even emitting a special Demon Race aura.
They seemed to be related to the Golden Crow, Suanni, and Golden-winged Roc, these pure-blooded demon beasts.
This made Yan Sen’s eyes flare brightly.
Could it be, this guy possesses more than one demon race divine technique like the ’Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture’?
"Why! Why can’t I find it, I really can’t distinguish..."
Finally, Zhou Qing seemed to fall into madness, tossing his Storage Bag against the stone wall, frantically pulling his own hair.
Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood spattered on the chaotic ground, then his legs gave out, falling straight to the ground, silent.
Seeing this, Yan Sen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, quickly followed by intense coughing, spewing several gulps of fresh blood himself.
"My luck has turned! I knew it, people can’t be unlucky forever, even if heaven is blind, it can’t single-handedly plague me!"
Yan Sen trembled as he stood, taking out a token, causing ripples to form an exit in the Four-Color Array.
No choice, he feared Uncle Eight might return soon.
Could these things have his share?
Until he approached Zhou Qing, delivering several hard kicks to his stomach.
"Unexpectedly, your life is quite tough, managing to last three days!"
Then, looking at the scattered Top-Grade Spirit Stones, he couldn’t help but smile.
Guess he underestimated the Taiqing Sect; a disciple carrying so many top-grade spirit stones for cultivation.
