The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 938 - 295: Lu, Where Are You? I Can’t See, I Can’t Tell!
It can be seen that the foundation of the Taiqing Sect far exceeds my imagination.
"Now I’m really gonna make it big!" Yan Sen mumbled to himself and stepped over Zhou Qing, heading for those top-grade Spirit Stones.
However, in the next moment, the supposedly "dead" Zhou Qing suddenly opened his eyes, flipped up like a carp, and stabbed Tetanus instantly into Yan Sen’s back.
Originally, Yan Sen suffered from a damaged Divine Sense due to the soul possession. Though he instinctively reacted, Tetanus still fiercely pierced through his waist.
Immediately, Zhou Qing transformed into the second form of the Golden-winged Roc, delivering a fierce kick that sent Yan Sen flying out of the half-collapsed ruins, preventing him from sneaking back in.
Yan Sen was kicked by Zhou Qing, propelled horizontally, crashing into the broken wall a hundred meters away, spewing a mouthful of blood.
He gazed at Zhou Qing incredulously, full of shock and anger: "You... you aren’t dead?"
Zhou Qing wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, the wings of the Golden-winged Roc rustling behind him, each feather gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
"If you’re alive, how can I die before you?" Zhou Qing snorted coldly, eyeing the bleeding wound on Yan Sen’s waist.
"Ah, you’re bleeding, seems like today you encountered another calamity!"
Yan Sen looked at the wound on his waist, trembling with rage.
Caught off guard, capsized in the gutter, truly a shameful disgrace.
To be fooled by such poor acting, a downright insult to his intelligence.
"You’re not fleeing? That’s either confidence or simply lacking the ability to escape!"
"If that’s the case, I shall show no mercy!"
Zhou Qing finished, and suddenly a mirror frame appeared in his hand, exuding a chaotic aura.
With Spiritual Power activation, countless golden threads surged out from the mirror surface.
Each thread entwined with dark red Karmic Fire, quickly weaving a colossal net in the air that shimmered with cosmic origin aura.
Casting down upon Yan Sen.
Yan Sen was horrified, blurting out: "Extreme Dao Weapon! This is the aura of an Extreme Dao Weapon—"
At this point, he could no longer care about anything else, turning to escape.
Yet the shock made him miss the prime opportunity.
He then realized the surroundings seemed shrouded in mist, becoming blurry, every movement becoming sluggish like trapped in a quagmire.
As Zhou Qing increased the output of Spiritual Power, the golden threads abruptly elongated, several times stronger, entwining Yan Sen like a living entity, dragging him into the mirror frame.
After accomplishing all this, Zhou Qing exhaled a long breath, revealing joy.
He didn’t expect it to be so smooth, feeling as though there was a trick.
"This Misfortune Sticker is truly terrifying; if it renders someone completely unlucky, no one can stop it!"
On careful thought, the smooth success was partially due to constantly practicing with this tool alongside the first-generation ancestor at the Divine Ruins Celestial Palace back in the day, now he truly grasped its intricacies.
"He actually recognizes an Extreme Dao Weapon? Shen Family’s foundation must be more intimidating than anticipated, all the more reason not to let him go."
Killing intent surged in Zhou Qing’s eyes, and then he marked the place, collected his Spirit Stones, and flew away swiftly.
After all, this Four-Color Array is also priceless, leaving it behind would be too wasteful.
"Brother Zhou!" Soon utilizing the Golden Roc’s speed, he reached a distant platform.
Upon hearing the sound, Lu Yaoyao hastily ran out.
Zhou Qing’s face turned pale, he didn’t expect such an Extreme Dao Weapon to drain so much Spiritual Power.
In just a moment, twenty percent of his Spiritual Power had been absorbed.
No wonder back then, Master Yuheng and the other two had to activate this thing in turns; indeed, it’s an ’energy-thirsty device.’
"Remember, everything you saw today, you must pretend you didn’t see it—for your own good!" Zhou Qing said, looking at Lu Yaoyao with a serious tone.
Lu Yaoyao subconsciously observed the mirror frame in Zhou Qing’s hand, feeling a burst of excitement: "You actually... Additionally, the Black Snow Mountain, that mirror..."
Lu Yaoyao seemed to recall something, blurting out but immediately clammed up.
But upon meeting Zhou Qing’s puzzled gaze, she reconsidered and said, "I understand, but Brother Zhou, you might not believe it, I’ve seen records about this mirror in an ancient book once."
"You’ve seen it?" Zhou Qing exclaimed in surprise.
Lu Yaoyao nodded; after all, she once used it to comb her hair, with Zhou’s assistance.
"Yes, its mirror surface seemed to be lost in a black snowy mountain somewhere, exactly where, I don’t know!"
Lu Yaoyao earnestly replied.
Hearing this, Zhou Qing felt intensely excited.
"What about that ancient book?" Zhou Qing asked urgently.
Lu Yaoyao seemed troubled: "That was something I casually browsed on a book stall during childhood, long since lost."
Zhou Qing felt a bit disappointed upon hearing this but silently noted the clue in his mind.
Lu Yaoyao continued earnestly: "Don’t worry, Brother Zhou, once outside, I’ll seal relevant memories within my Divine Sense, not a word to outsiders."
Hearing that, Zhou Qing nodded and slowly extended his Divine Sense into the mirror frame, observing Yan Sen caught within.
The Extreme Dao Weapon, Eternal Sin Fire Mirror, its core forged from the ’Sin-fueled Fire’ of the deepest Land of Netherworld.
The mirror reflects the karma of all beings, consuming the Divine Soul of sinners.
At this moment, Yan Sen’s Divine Sense was already injured, coupled with countless unknown misdeeds.
Now inside, he ceaselessly wails in agony, witnessing it, Zhou Qing snorted coldly.
Yet the more fiercely the Karmic Fire burns, the faster his Spiritual Power is extracted.
