The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 953 - 299: When Doing Evil, One Never Minds the Trouble or Hassle

Chapter 953: Chapter 299: When Doing Evil, One Never Minds the Trouble or Hassle

Lei Lie actually understood the reason his master was doing this.

The Eastern Domain was in turmoil, and after the battle at Canglan Mountain, the Golden Thunder Sect, Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, and Phecda Sect had all fallen to their lowest point. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The Cyan Feather Immortal Sect was desperate and sought help blindly, angering Zhou Qing and nearly inviting disaster upon their sect, ultimately submitting completely to the Taiqing Sect.

As for the Phecda Sect, there’s no need to say more; they’ve been the lackeys of the Cangyan Daoist Palace from start to finish.

And the Golden Thunder Sect... the two Supreme Elders failed in the refinement of the Nine Nether Lotus Seed, both perished, and the sect’s foundations were almost entirely depleted.

Moreover, with the two Supreme Elders’ failure to refine the Nine Nether Lotus Seed and their demise, everything forced the Golden Thunder Sect to take a risk.

The "Corpse Sutra" became their only hope.

Therefore, the master decided to try personally.

But now...

Lei Lie gazed towards the direction of the Thunder Pool, his heart growing increasingly uneasy.

The master has become increasingly unlike a human, half his body rotted, with a cold aura like a corpse, and he even often loses control, roaring like a Demon Path Evil Cultivator.

He was really worried that if things continued like this, the Golden Thunder Sect...

Is it still the Golden Thunder Sect?

At this moment, the howling abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, heavy footsteps echoed from afar, each step feeling as if it struck at Lei Lie’s heart.

He suppressed the urge to retreat, involuntarily swallowing, then lifted his eyes.

He saw a figure wrapped entirely in a black robe gradually become clear, stepping through the air.

Half of the face still kept a human form, while the other half had rotted to reveal bones, with exposed muscle tissue crawling with strange purple patterns.

The most horrifying was those eyes, one appeared normal, while the other emitted a ghastly green light.

More frightening was that behind him floated one hundred and nineteen black coffins, each emitting a cold, chilling aura, slowly rotating in mid-air.

"Lie’er..." Lei Wuji’s voice was hoarse and piercing, "The next batch of blood food... must be prepared early..."

Lei Lie trembled all over, instinctively stepping back half a step.

He clearly saw his master speaking, a putrid saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corner of his mouth.

That greedy look, as if measuring prey.

"Disciple... obeys."

Lei Lie swallowed hard, quickly bowing and saluting, with fear and worry filling his eyes.

Then hurriedly turned to leave.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn’t be able to suppress being nauseated, and the master would inevitably overthink.

Watching Lei Lie’s departing silhouette, Lei Wuji suddenly turned his head to look at something not far away, and on the rotting half of his face, a chilling smile appeared unexpectedly.

...

In the shadow of the cliff, Lei Luo trembled as he curled up in a crevice in the rock.

Ever since elder brother Lei Lie took over the sect’s affairs, he faintly sensed something amiss.

The stench emanating from the Sect Leader’s place of seclusion, the eerie silence of the five Supreme Elders, and the occasional struggle in his brother’s eyes.

Everything indicated that things were not simple.

What alarmed him the most was that despite so many major events happening externally, the Sect Leader still hadn’t appeared, as though evaporated into thin air.

Yet, whenever he tried to approach and investigate, he was invariably blocked by his brother and those suspicious Supreme Elders.

Today, he finally found an opportunity to sneak in here, only to witness a terrifying scene.

The once dignified Sect Leader had turned into this inhuman-ghostly figure!

Something unknown must have happened; he must seek help.

Yan Xiaohu, yes, he could only rely on Yan Xiaohu.

During the Five Sects War, they were the best of friends.

Together, they dug up the ancestral graves of the Cangyan Daoist Palace and even sneaked into their sect to urinate in the plaza as a provocation, subsequently enduring various experiences.

With his help, he could directly contact Senior Brother Zhou Qing.

After all, Senior Brother Zhou Qing is now the true decision-maker of the Taiqing Sect.

Without further ado, he quickly took out the Imaging Stone to record Lei Wuji’s terrifyingly corrupted appearance.

"Must... absolutely save the Sect Leader, save the Golden Thunder Sect..." His teeth clattered uncontrollably, and cold sweat drenched the back of his clothes.

Thus, seeing his brother leave, he too was preparing to sneak away when Lei Wuji suddenly looked towards his direction in the air.

Lei Luo’s heart halted abruptly, his entire bloodstream freezing.

In just a flash, Lei Wuji appeared before him.

Facing that green-glowing eye, along with an indescribable stench, Lei Luo’s mind went blank.

"Sect... Sect Leader!" His throat tightened, and the Imaging Stone fell to the ground with a "crack".

Lei Wuji looked at the Imaging Stone rolling onto the ground, withered claws suddenly gripping his throat.

Lei Luo’s feet left the ground, kicking frantically, his face rapidly turning red.

"It’s... it’s me! Lei Luo, from our Thunder Element lineage!" He squeezed out a voice desperately, eyes full of survival instinct.

Lei Wuji’s movements suddenly paused, a trace of clarity flashed in his intact left eye.

The grip on the neck slightly loosened...

But the next moment!

The green light in his right eye intensified, the rotting corner of his mouth tearing to the ear root, revealing ghastly white fangs.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones snapping echoed in the mountain, and Lei Luo’s head drooped feebly.

And then his fingers hooked onto Lei Luo’s Celestial Spirit cap, and with a teeth-gritting ripping sound, Lei Luo’s head was forcibly torn off.

The blood from the severed neck sprayed directly onto Lei Wuji’s rotting cheek, making him stretch out a black tongue and lick around the corners of his mouth with delight.

In an instant, a stream of light fled out of the corpse in panic; it was Lei Luo’s Nascent Soul.

"Brother! Save me—"

Lei Luo’s Nascent Soul let out a piercing scream, desperately fleeing in the direction Lei Lie had left.

Yet it had not flown out three yards when a withered claw riddled with corpse spots suddenly struck, five fingers closing to grasp the Nascent Soul in its palm.