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Chapter 576: The illusory entanglement has been resolved, and each of them has their own long-term plans

As Gu Lanqing ran, she tore off the string of spirit beads from her wrist and threw them away with force. Every time she threw one, her crying became more miserable.

Just when Gu Lanqing was about to collapse from crying, the sky suddenly became overcast and raindrops as big as beans poured down. The rain mixed with tears blurred her vision.

At this moment, a snow-white spirit bird flew over, chirping, and after circling above her head for a few times, it gently landed on her outstretched arm.

This is a magical bird that she rescued by chance in her childhood, and it has been with her for many years.

The bird rubbed her cheek with its head and chirped softly, as if to comfort her. Gu Lanqing looked at the bird, and a different kind of power surged in her heart.

She took a deep breath and secretly made up her mind to pursue the truth no matter what. Even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she would never back down.

Suddenly, the feathers of the spirit bird emitted a faint light, and then turned into a light curtain, in which some vague pictures emerged: Yan Zhaoheng was in a mysterious cave, confronting a dark shadow; Pu Chuang was frantically searching for something in the secret room of Xiuyanxu. Gu Lanqing looked at these pictures and was shocked. It turned out that the truth was far more complicated than she had imagined.

Finally, Gu Lanqing stood up, her eyes becoming firm again. She took one last look in the direction of Xiuyanxu, turned around and stepped into the forest, heading in the direction where Yan Zhaoheng left, taking the first step in finding the truth.

Qin Xiaochuan stood in the crowd, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the force. He stared at Pu Chuang, his eyes burning with anger. At this moment, after hearing what Liu Miao, Gu Lanqing and others said, the last bit of fantasy in his heart was completely shattered.

Pu Chuang's face turned pale and blue, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but his voice was shaking violently: "No... It's not like that, it's just an accident, I... I don't know why it got to me." As he spoke, he was still struggling desperately, trying to get rid of the Dark Feather Crow on his shoulder, waving his hands in the air, looking extremely embarrassed.

But the Dark-Feathered Crow seemed to be deliberately going against him. Not only did it not fly away, but it dug its sharp claws deeper into his shoulders and made shrill cries, as if announcing to everyone the strange connection between it and Pu Chuang.

Liu Miao hid behind Ling Ye, her voice still firm and cold: "Accident? There are not so many accidents in this world. You thought you could hide the shameful things you have done over the years? The appearance of Mingyu Ya is the best proof of your evil deeds."

Liu Miao's words were like a thunderbolt, striking Pu Chuang directly.

His whole body trembled violently, and the Ice Soul Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp sound. His eyes were uncontrollable, and he swept around the crowd in panic, finally settling on Qin Xiaochuan.

Qin Xiaochuan's face was filled with shock, and the admiration he once had for Pu Chuang disappeared in an instant, replaced by endless anger and disappointment.

As the orphan of Qin Yi, he was adopted by Pu Chuang since he was a child, but he didn't know that he had been living in a conspiracy. Qin Xiaochuan's eyes were wide open, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He asked in a stern voice: "The Dark Feather Crow appeared in your body. Are those rumors true? Grandmaster Xing'e and Master Qiaozhou have always been strict with me. They taught me all kinds of cultivation in a down-to-earth way. But you are not like that. You just force us all to tell you... the spiritual power experience of Grandmaster Xing'e and Grandmaster Qiaozhou. In order to force me to hand over the clues of the exercises, you made me take a pill that disrupted my spiritual power, which frustrated my cultivation. You also arranged for me to take risks and put my life on the line! How could you do this?"

At this moment, the Dark-Feathered Crow, which had been perched on Pu Chuang's shoulder, seemed to sense its master's panic and let out a sharp and piercing cry. The sound was like countless sharp needles, piercing everyone's eardrums.

Its feathers were as black as ink, but at this moment they were shaking strangely. Every feather seemed to have life, standing upright and emitting a disgusting stench.

It used its hooked claws to dig deeply into Pu Chuang's shoulder. Black blood slowly flowed down Pu Chuang's clothes, but Pu Chuang seemed to be unconscious and just stood there stupidly.

Pu Chuang's face was as pale as paper and his lips were trembling violently. He wanted to explain, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. His legs were weak and he almost collapsed.

When Qin Xiaochuan saw this scene, the last hope in his heart was completely shattered, and he laughed sadly: "I have always respected and trusted you, and regarded you as my closest relative, but in return I got such calculations!" After that, he wiped the tears from his face fiercely, turned around resolutely, strode away, and never looked at Pu Chuang again.

Ling Ye had been keeping a close eye on Pu Chuang's every move, not missing any flaws. Seeing that the time had come, he suddenly shouted, "Prepare to die!" He quickly turned his wrist, and the Chi Xiao Sword was like a red lightning, carrying a majestic spiritual power, and pierced Pu Chuang directly.

Pu Chuang wanted to resist, but because his mind was in a state of confusion, his movements were slow for a moment.

The sword energy of the Chixiao Sword swept across, and his sleeve was instantly torn, leaving a deep bloody mark on his arm, and blood gushed out.

He stumbled and took several steps back, his soles scraping against the gravel-covered ground, making a series of harsh sounds. Ling Ye put away his sword and stood up. The Chi Xiao Sword trembled slightly, and the spiritual patterns on the sword body flickered, as if cheering for this victory.

His face was full of disdain, with deep contempt in his eyes: "Take your Dark Feather Crow and get out! Don't defile my Scarlet Sky Sword." After saying that, he shook his wrist and inserted the sword steadily into the scabbard. The crisp sound echoed in the silent forest for a long time.

At this moment, a strange wind suddenly blew in the forest, and the wind was whistling, as if countless wronged souls were crying.

Everyone looked around vigilantly, only to see a dark shadow approaching rapidly in the distance.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Liu Miao's heart. She subconsciously moved closer to Ling Ye and whispered, "Be careful, something unexpected happened." Ling Ye nodded slightly, his eyes solemn. He gripped the Chixiao Sword tightly again, and the spiritual power of the sword began to gather.

As the black shadows got closer, everyone could see clearly that it was a group of soul-eating bats surrounded by strange dim light. They screamed as if they wanted to devour everyone's souls.

At the critical moment, Liu Miao suddenly pulled out the phantom whip from his waist. The tip of the whip drew an arc in the air, bringing up a sharp wind.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes wide open, and shouted at the group of soul-eating bats: "Don't even think about succeeding!" At the same time, Pu Chuang also supported his injured body and held the Bingpo Sword across his body. The icy spiritual power emanated from the sword, trying to resist the impending attack.

Ling Ye took swift steps, his body as fast as lightning, and rushed towards the group of soul-devouring bats first. The Chixiao Sword in his hand created a series of gorgeous sword shadows.

The faces of Xiuyanxu's disciples were filled with panic and anger. This sudden change instantly cast a shadow over their path of cultivation.

"Enough!" A burly disciple named Zhao Yan punched the boulder beside him, causing stone chips to fly. "This madman Pu Chuang's arrogance almost killed all of us! The soul-eating bats are out of control, who knows what will happen next!" His voice was trembling, with both anger and fear.

"That's right," the petite Zhou Yue tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, then suddenly let go, trying to calm herself down, "We can't follow him blindly anymore, we have to hurry back to Xiuyanxu and make new plans. If we go on like this, our practice will be ruined." Her eyes were full of determination, no longer as weak as before.

Everyone echoed and hurried back.

Only a few disciples were left, struggling to carry the injured Pu Chuang. His face was pale, his eyes were empty, and his former arrogance had completely disappeared. At this moment, he was like a man with a spine removed, at the mercy of others, fleeing in a panic from this chaotic place.

On the other side, Ling Ye and Liu Miao supported each other and moved towards the wooden house with difficulty.

Ling Ye's spiritual power was almost exhausted in the fierce battle just now. Every step he took seemed like stepping on thorns. The piercing pain made his face as pale as paper, but he still held Liu Miao firmly by his side, his arms wrapped around her like an iron clamp.

Liu Miao's hair was flying in disarray and her clothes were soaked with sweat. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain all over her body, and took every step with determination.

As soon as he stepped into the wooden house, Ling Ye let go of Liu Miao, staggered and held on to the table, gasping for breath: "Finally safe." His voice was hoarse, with fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

Liu Miao turned around and placed her hands gently on Ling Ye's shoulders, her eyes full of worry: "Sit down quickly, your spiritual power has been severely depleted, has your foundation been damaged?" Her voice was soft but anxious.

Ling Ye raised his head, looked at Liu Miao, and smiled: "I'm fine, how about you?" His eyes swept over Liu Miao carefully, as if to make sure that every part of her was okay.

Liu Miao shook her head slightly, moved closer to Ling Ye, and whispered, "As long as you are here, I'm not afraid." Although her voice was soft, it echoed in the small wooden house like a vow.

The two looked at each other, and a hint of warmth appeared on their tired faces.

In this chaotic and crisis-ridden world, their mutual protection has become the most solid support in each other's hearts. Perhaps this support can support them in finding a trace of peace and hope in this unknown world.