The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 949 - 298: Shut the Hell Up, We’re All About to Die! (6k)

Chapter 949: Chapter 298: Shut the Hell Up, We’re All About to Die! (6k)

Under Divine Peak, the cold prison was filled with the scent of decay.

When Gao Xuan stepped into the stone chamber, he saw Cao Zhengyang pressing one hand against Master Lingxu’s Primordial Spirit, spiritual light flowing between his fingers as he conducted a soul search.

Master Lingxu’s Primordial Spirit twisted and struggled in mid-air, but to no avail.

Mo Xingjian and the others stood by, nodding slightly in acknowledgment upon Gao Xuan’s arrival.

Gao Xuan said no more, but silently looked at Master Lingxu’s current state, feeling a deep sorrow.

Yet the cultivation realm is survival of the fittest, and if the Taiqing Sect became prisoners, their fate would be even more tragic.

"The memory was actually erased!"

As Cao Zhengyang released his hand, Master Lingxu’s Primordial Spirit fell like a puppet with cut strings, his eyes rolling white, completely losing consciousness.

Earlier, they claimed to have eight drops of Sikong Yan’s heart blood, which they indeed found in their storage bags.

But whether true or false is unknown, and they also said that to ensure secrecy, they erased the relevant memories.

Solely to intimidate Sikong Yan from making rash moves.

If necessary, they would use special methods to awaken it at an appropriate time.

But just now during the soul search, it seemed he wasn’t lying, but the method to awaken memories was only known to Master Yuheng.

And Master Yuheng had already been killed by Zhou Qing, so where to find that knowledge now?

"Zhou Qing said after the last soul search that he didn’t want these two to live."

Duanmu Shu’s cold voice suddenly emerged.

Cao Zhengyang’s gaze darkened, nodding slowly.

He never intended to leave them alive, now everything needed is known.

"Then let’s kill them!"

With the words barely spoken, a cold spark appeared in Cao Zhengyang’s eyes, as dazzling spectral light erupted from his palm.

In this golden light, Master Lingxu’s Primordial Spirit melted away like ice and snow, unable to even cry out, dispersing into specks of spiritual light into the world.

An era of Supreme Elder in the sect, thus fell!

"Here!" With all completed, Cao Zhengyang clapped his hands and handed the scenes from the Imaging Stone, showing both Master Lingxu and Dubhe kneeling and begging for mercy at Phecda Sect, to Gao Xuan.

In truth, he wanted Gao Xuan to see the matters concerning Sikong Yan’s heart blood.

After all, up to now, the replacement of the real Gao Xuan was known only by Zhou Qing, himself, and Mo Xingjian.

Others, including the Supreme Elder, are unaware.

The prejudice in one’s heart is a mountain, even if others know the truth, a sense of estrangement inevitably arises.

Better to let everyone obscurely accept the current Gao Xuan.

"Let’s go, it’s time to meet the last old acquaintance." Cao Zhengyang took the lead in walking through the dim passage.

As the third bronze prison door slowly opened, in the mottled shadows, a hunched figure curled on a stone bed.

Dubhe’s white hair scattered like dead grass, skeletal thin, his eyes long devoid of spirit.

As everyone entered, not a ripple of emotion showed on his face.

Recently, he’s already realized the Taiqing Sect never intended to spare them.

The so-called separate interrogation and captive were merely a cat-and-mouse game.

Phecda Sect has long been in name only, how could they genuinely support its continuation?

He admitted, the older one gets, the more afraid of death they become, but some things can’t be escaped just by fear.

"If this old man’s guess is correct, Master Lingxu... has already gone ahead, right?" Dubhe said calmly.

Cao Zhengyang nodded frankly: "Exactly. Do you have anything else to say?"

Dubhe struggled to sit up.

Now his spiritual power is completely sealed, even self-detonation became a luxury.

Gazing at the restriction runes shimmering outside the cage, he suddenly tugged at his mouth, revealing a bitter smile.

"Winner takes all, this old man concedes, but I still want to know, will Phecda Sect still exist in the Eastern Domain?" Dubhe asked in a hoarse voice.

Cao Zhengyang paused for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

Dubhe’s body jerked violently, and two lines of turbid old tears suddenly flowed.

He painstakingly turned to face the mottled prison wall, densely inscribed with the names of Phecda Sect’s past sect leaders.

"Disciple... ashamed..."

His knees struck heavily against the cold stone floor, deeply bowing to the names of past masters.

With his gray hair reaching the ground, his hunched back trembled violently, yet no complete words emerged from his mouth.

Everyone stood silently, their gazes complex as they stared at this once formidable adversary.

Each generation has its own mission, and today, it is their generation’s task to complete.

Afterward, Cao Zhengyang stepped forward, raising his hand slowly, spiritual light pulsing in his palm.

"Forgive me—"

...

Soon, they went to another prison, which held the undead creature that once slaughtered several veins of the Taiqing Sect.

At this time, Gao Xuan had finished digesting the information in the Imaging Stone, feeling somewhat incredulous.

Regarding the matter of heart blood, he knew nothing at all.

"Roar—"

As the heavy prison door was opened, a piercing roar suddenly erupted. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

That undead creature was currently bound by dozens of rune chains on the stone wall.

Its shriveled body struggled fiercely, ghostly green fire flickering in its hollow eye sockets.

Upon sensing the living presence, the corpse struggled more frantically, chains clattering loudly.

"In just a few months, devouring cultivators’ essence blood to evolve to the Nascent Soul Realm, such a strange undead creature is truly terrifying!" A Supreme Elder said solemnly.

Everyone stared at the roaring undead creature within the cage, watching its entire body bulging with green veins, the dark red threads squirming beneath the rotting muscle.