My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Song Yuntao is going to take him away; he is a very important pawn.

Qi Yu did not stop it, because it seemed pointless to do so.

The old man was also releasing his true energy, and he was subtly suppressing it back.

The leader said he was stronger than a typical first-rank cultivator, but the old man in front of him was no ordinary first-rank cultivator.

“Sir, it is a virtue to respect the elderly and care for the young, so could you please move aside?” Qi Yu asked.

Chang Xuanqing looked at Qi Yu indifferently and said, "You are the disciple of the sect leader, so I will not kill you. Consider it giving face to Taoism."

"However, you are so young and you have already reached the first rank. If you break through to the Grandmaster level one day, my Chang family will be restless. Therefore, I will cripple you. You will spend the rest of your life in bed."

Qi Yu looked at the old man, then his lips curled up slightly. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Old sir, isn't it good to be alive? Even if it's just one more day, it's still an extra day!"

"You brat, how dare you be so arrogant in front of this old man?!"

Chang Xuanqing snorted coldly and rushed out, leaving only a blur behind him.

Qi Yu looked around, then hurriedly raised his hands to cross his chest. In the next instant, a hand swirling with milky white true energy landed on his crossed arms.

Bang!

Qi Yu was sent flying by a palm strike, crashing heavily into a pillar before sliding down.

The moment Qi Yu slipped, another whip kick came flying at him, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Qi Yu mobilized his inner energy, quickly flipped over to dodge the whip kick, then gripped his ice sword and vanished from the spot.

Qi Yu gripped the ice sword, its blade swirling with a deep blue aura. Qi Yu himself exuded an aura of unstoppable dominance and overwhelming power.

Qi Yuhui's swordsmanship consists of only one set, the "Canglan Sword Technique," which has seven moves.

Except for the last move, which is a desperate attack, all the others are very powerful and formidable sword techniques.

Thud! Thud!

With a surge of true energy, a fan-shaped ice wall composed of countless ice spikes pierced through the Chang residence.

Two afterimages collided in the courtyard, from the ground to the roof, and then to the back garden.

Huge ice pillars, one meter in diameter and three or four meters high, would occasionally appear around the area, and the entire Chang residence was nearly half destroyed.

The battle continued until a giant hand made of milky-white true energy suddenly appeared in the sky and slammed down, bringing the collision to an end.

Bang!

The frozen lake surface was shattered by this palm strike, and Qi Yu half-squatted on a piece of broken ice.

Chang Xuanqing is very strong; he's completely different from the other Taoist disciples.

These past few days, Qi Yu has been sparring with Taoist disciples to accumulate practical experience, but none of them have put him under as much pressure as Chang Xuanqing.

Killing him will actually require some effort.

Even in a one-on-one fight, I am no match for him!

Is this what a half-step Grandmaster is like?

If even a half-step Grandmaster is this troublesome, how powerful must a Grandmaster be?

Could it really burn mountains and boil seas? Could it really cause the stars to shift and the seasons to change?

Qi Yu suppressed his turbulent emotions, took a deep breath, and looked at Chang Xuanqing standing not far away.

Try the "Western Flow Classic" you just learned. The headmaster said that even a grandmaster cannot avoid it.

Qi Yu raised his hand, and the surrounding true energy surged rapidly, causing the temperature to drop dramatically.

Chang Xuanqing could feel his outward-emitting true energy being frozen, albeit slowly, but it was indeed being frozen.

The range of my released true energy is slowly shrinking!

Must leave!

Chang Xuanqing immediately made a judgment and wanted to leave, but his feet were frozen. He tried to release his true energy to shatter the ice on his feet, but the true energy was frozen by the cold air as soon as he released a little bit.

"Old Li, let's do it!"

Qi Yu shouted, and a figure immediately leaped up from the ruins, throwing two ice balls at Chang Xuanqing.

Chang Xuanqing saw the ice ball flying towards him and immediately released his true energy, trying to shatter it.

But as soon as he released his true energy, it was frozen, making it impossible to unleash it.

Two ice pucks landed at his feet, and they were smoking.

A sense of crisis welled up inside me, and I wanted to escape, but I couldn't move at all.

Qi Yu raised his hand, controlling his true energy to quickly condense a layer of hard ice around Chang Xuanqing, sealing Chang Xuanqing inside.

"Sir, this 'dumb fruit' tastes pretty good, you should try it!"

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Chapter 100 Biting Back

In the west wing of the backyard of the Chang residence, Song Yuntao lay on the bed, his left hand wrapped in thick gauze.

Qi Yu twisted his left hand, and although the doctor reattached it, it was essentially useless afterward.

Qi Yu also broke off his right thumb. Although it was reattached, it still left a lasting effect, and he may not be able to grip heavy things in the future.

As for his feet, they were completely necrotic and there was no possibility of recovery.

"Song Lang, it's time to take your medicine!"

Meixiang came over with a bowl of medicine, then helped Song Yuntao up and personally handed the medicine to his lips.

Song Yuntao then opened his mouth, took a small sip, and then quickly turned his head to spit it out, frowning.

"Why is it so hot?!"

Meixiang was taken aback, picked up the medicine bowl, took a small sip, and said, "It's not hot!"

Song Yuntao frowned and said, "But I still feel it's hot!"

Meixiang placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and said, "Then drink it later!"

Song Yuntao nodded and said nothing more, but his eyes became deep and unfathomable.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Chang Lian walked in.

Looking at Song Yuntao, who was lying in bed, he frowned and said, "Can you still walk?"

Song Yuntao looked completely bewildered, clearly not having recovered yet.

Chang Lian frowned even more deeply, but there was nothing he could do. He quickly walked to Song Yuntao's bedside, pulled Song Yuntao off the bed, and then carried him on his back.

"Qi Yu is coming! Let's go!" Chang Lian said.

Song Yuntao was still somewhat bewildered on Chang Lian's back. Only after hearing Chang Lian's words did he belatedly realize what was happening, and his face was filled with fear.

"Qi Yu came to kill me? What should I do? What should I do? Young Master Chang, you must save me! I beg you, please teach me! I'll do anything you want!"

Song Yuntao pleaded incessantly, his face filled with fear and unease.

Chang Lian found it somewhat annoying. If Song Yuntao weren't somewhat useful, why would he care about his life or death?

The Chang family mansion no longer has any servants; they've all basically died.

So now he has no choice but to carry Song Yuntao on his back and walk into the stable.

Meixiang brought over a stool, and Changlian took the stool and carried Song Yuntao into the carriage. After Meixiang got into the carriage, Changlian drove the carriage himself and drove out of the Chang residence.

Bang!

As soon as the carriage left the Chang residence, the stables behind it collapsed and were instantly frozen.

Chang Lian turned his head, glanced at the flickering figure on the roof, and frowned.

Qi Yu was able to fight Chang Xuanqing to a standstill, which was something he hadn't expected.

But I can't think about that now. I need to go to West Alley first and summon the Chang family's retainers.

All the retainers who remained in the Chang residence have quietly died.

Once we've gathered enough men, we'll come back and surround and kill Qi Yu.

After letting out a cold snort, Chang Lian focused on driving.

But at that moment, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a pale hand reached out.

A dagger, bound tightly to the palm of his hand, was then pressed silently against Chang Lian's lower back like a venomous snake.

Chang Lian only then realized his surprise and turned his head, but it was too late.

A scarred hand covered his mouth from behind.

*Swoosh!* The dagger pierced Chang Lian's lower back, then twisted half a circle.

"Waaaaah...!"

Chang Lian's eyes were bloodshot and wide open. The reins had been released, and he reached back with both hands to grasp the hand that was tied with the dagger.

He wanted to turn around to look at the person behind him, but the hand covering his mouth was very strong, and he couldn't turn his head.

"Chang Lian, do you really think you can control me with just one woman?" Song Yuntao's voice, which sounded both mocking and disdainful, came from behind.

Blood spilled from Chang Lian's mouth, and his eyes were wide open.

Song Yuntao gripped the dagger tightly, and the dagger sank completely into the blade, causing gushing blood to flow out.

The carriage had stopped. Song Yuntao drew his dagger and pushed Chang Lian off the carriage. Then, Song Yuntao slowly scrambled out of the carriage using his right hand and went to the spot where Chang Lian had been sitting.

"Wow...cough cough cough!"

Chang Lian collapsed on the muddy bluestone street, black blood gushing from his mouth.

"Why...cough cough!"

Chang Lian's voice was weak and intermittent.

Song Yuntao looked at Chang Lian with a half-smile and said, "You're useless now, so you'll have to pay for Old Wang and my mother's lives. Meixiang has already gone down first!"

"You knew...?" Chang Lian asked incredulously, his eyes wide.

Song Yuntao sneered and said, "I knew from the beginning, but I was too weak at the time and had no chance to resist."