I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 428 Reunion
"What are you going to do? We are here to help your Xuanfu Sect complete the mission, not to die! And your Xuanfu Sect has also promised us that as long as we complete the mission excellently, not only will your Xuanfu Sect have rewards, but the Chixiao Sect will also have rewards!

We have already exceeded our targets last month, and we have also exceeded our targets this month. Not only have you not mentioned any rewards, but you are also forcing us like this! I tell you, if you dare to force us like this again, we would rather fight to the death!"

Liu Qiaolian faced the three Jindan monks' cold gazes and murderous aura sweeping towards her without fear, and instead accused and scolded them in a cold voice.

"Haha! Are you worthy enough to talk to us about a fight to the death? Here, if we want you to die, you must die!
As for your fellow disciples on Qinglian Island, as long as I send someone back with a message, they will be slaughtered!" Upon hearing this, the bald monk laughed loudly, his laughter full of ridicule and disdain.

Liu Qiaolian's face suddenly turned ugly.

She is not afraid of death!

But she couldn't ignore her fellow disciples!
She was not afraid of the Jindan and Fake Dan monks in front of her.

Even if there is a late Jindan cultivator among these people, once she releases the Liuhe Disha Pearl, she will be able to trap him and even kill him in the end.

"Let's put it this way. This month we promise to complete the task twice as much as last month! But our people need to rest and adjust. You must agree, and you can't insult or beat them!" Finally, Liu Qiao Lian took a deep breath, suppressed the raging anger and humiliation in her heart, and spoke.

"Double the excess!" The bald monk stretched out two fingers, a playful look on his face.

Liu Qiaolian stared at the bald monk for a long time, and finally nodded with gritted teeth, saying, "Okay, double it, but when we need to rest and when we need to do things is up to us to decide, you can't interfere. Anyway, we must hand over enough Pure Land when the time comes!"

"Haha, that's no problem!" The bald monk laughed triumphantly towards the sky.

After a while, the laughter stopped. The bald monk suddenly looked down at Liu Qiaolian, his face suddenly darkened and he said, "But you just took the whip of my deacon disciple, knocked him to the ground, and offended me in person. This is another matter. You must be punished! Otherwise, how can I convince the crowd?"

"What do you think?" Liu Qiao Lian asked coldly.

"I give you two choices. One is that you lie prone on the ground and I will whip you thirty times. Two is that you come here and serve me for two days." The bald monk said, looking at Liu Qiaolian's beautiful body with a playful look in his eyes.

"Fight!"

"Kill the motherfucker!"

As soon as the bald monk said this, all the Qingyuan Sect disciples in the valley were furious, with murderous intent in their eyes, and their true energy and magic power surged in their bodies. Some disciples even sacrificed their magic weapons.

The disciples who were originally in the mine also rushed out with murderous intent.

Ji Wenyue and Shang Rui didn't know when they rushed out. They flashed to the side of Liu Qiaolian, with murderous aura rising into the sky, making all kinds of energy around them more chaotic and causing gusts of whistling mountain wind.

Soon, more disciples came out of the mine upon hearing the news, including some Jindan cultivators.

They surrounded Liu Qiaolian, their true energy and magical power surging in their bodies, and glared at the bald monk on the top of the village building.

Several years ago, the Qingyuan Sect was under siege. Liu Qiaolian and Zuo Dongge, one repaired the teleportation array to allow the entire sect to be relocated, and the other temporarily repelled the invading enemy, buying them time to relocate.

It can be said that it was the two of them who ultimately turned the tide and saved the Qingyuan Sect disciples from danger.

Even Liu Qiaolian performed brilliantly in the battle to guard the mountain gate and was awarded the Cixuanshan Seal.

This seal has always been held by the head of the sect.

Liu Qiaolian was given the seal, and Yue Huang was about to die. In fact, in the eyes of all the disciples of Qingyuan Sect, Liu Qiaolian was the next leader.

Now that the bald monk has said this, how can everyone bear this humiliation?

"Elder Huo, isn't this a bit..." The middle-stage Jindan cultivator standing to the left of the bald cultivator couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the anger aroused among the crowd, and hurriedly leaned over and whispered.

"Enough! I'm stuck in this godforsaken place, and I don't know when I can get out. Can't I find some fun to relieve my boredom? Humph, I don't believe they really dare to rebel? They will really sacrifice the lives of all their fellow disciples and relatives on Qinglian Island for a woman!" The bald monk waved his hand to interrupt the mid-stage Jindan monk, sneering with disdain.

Then, the bald monk ignored the anger of the crowd, stretched out his finger, hooked at Liu Qiaolian, and said: "It's not too late to come now, otherwise it won't be the two conditions I mentioned just now!"

As the bald monk's voice rang out, rays of precious light shot up into the sky, hovering in front of or above everyone.

Evil spirit surged out from everyone, forming a rolling evil cloud above.

However, no one took action yet. Everyone just looked at Liu Qiaolian expectantly, waiting for her order.

The bald monk on the village tower's face changed slightly when he saw this, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. He still looked down provocatively and contemptuously, but there was already a powerful majesty and murderous aura bursting out of his body.

The other two Jindan cultivators were also on full alert at this time, with their true energy and magical power surging.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight and it seemed like a fight was about to break out.

"What's going on?" At this moment, a figure came running quickly from outside the valley. The voice was heard before the person entered the valley.

"master!"

"Husband!"

"Daoming!"

"Elder Xia!"

"Big Brother!"

"..."

Various sounds of surprise and disbelief rang out one after another, echoing in the valley.

Especially when Liu Qiaolian and Ji Wenyue exclaimed, they couldn't help but run away and threw themselves into Xia Daoming's arms, with tears in their eyes without knowing when.

"As long as you are still here, it's good!"

Xia Daoming held his two beloved wives tightly in his arms, one on each side, and kissed their foreheads repeatedly. His eyes couldn't help but become a little red, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down a lot.

"Who are you? How dare you come in here without being notified?"

When the bald monk saw Xia Daoming coming, two beautiful middle-stage Jindan-level monks from Qinglian Island threw themselves into his arms. Especially since this happened when he had evil thoughts about Liu Qiaolian, he couldn't help but feel jealous and shouted at him harshly, with more murderous intent surging in his body.

However, Xia Daoming was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, so the bald cultivator was somewhat wary and did not act rashly.

"What's going on? Just now I saw from a distance that everyone on your side was full of murderous intent, and some even used magic... Hey, Junior Sister Wan?"

As Xia Daoming was speaking, his eyes caught sight of a man lying on the ground not far away, his clothes tattered and his skin torn. The sight was horrifying, and his face suddenly changed. He quickly let go of his two beloved wives, and walked forward to carefully help Wan Yan up.

Shao Shiyu, Mo Yongzhi, and Wan Yan, the three of them are not only from the same school as him, but also his best friends in Qingyuan Sect.

Xia Daoming looked at Wan Yan, who used to love beauty the most. Now, her face was covered with black silk threads and her body was torn in many places. She looked like neither a human nor a ghost. He couldn't help but feel distressed and angry.

"What's going on?" Xia Daoming handed Wan Yan to Liu Qiaolian who walked forward. He glanced coldly at the fake elixir cultivators of Xuanfu Sect standing on the low slope and the three golden elixir cultivators on the village building and questioned in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)