Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1695: 142: Inescapable Doom

Chapter 1695: Chapter 142: Inescapable Doom

“Palace Master Qin is here, may I ask what guidance you have for us?”

At Chunyang Palace, Zhao Feng courteously raised a hand slightly towards Qin Lingxiao.

Beside him, Ling Weizi accompanied.

Qin Lingxiao dared not neglect the other party due to his Nascent Soul Realm status, and raised his hand in return.

Without wasting words, she went straight to the point, her expression solemn:

“Sect Master Zhao, I recently received news. Han Yanzi has already set out, headed for Huangji Continent. Though I do not know his ultimate goal, I can imagine he intends to act against the True Martial Cultivators…”

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised upon hearing this:

“Is Palace Master Qin also planning to assist True Martial?”

“It is only when the lips perish that the teeth feel the cold… Also? Has your sect already prepared to make a move?”

Qin Lingxiao couldn’t help but reveal a hint of joy.

Zhao Feng slightly shook his head. Ling Weizi, seeing this, immediately took over, ashamed:

“Our sect has long announced our withdrawal from the world, sealing off our sect to prepare for the future great disaster, and no longer involve ourselves in mundane matters…”

Upon hearing this, Qin Lingxiao’s brows furrowed, unable to hold back and interrupting, she focused on Zhao Feng:

“Sect Master Zhao, is this a mundane matter? The entire Fenglin Continent now only has this pure land of Jin left, countless Rogue Cultivators, mortals are suffering, isn’t this a great disaster?”

Zhao Feng’s face slightly darkened upon hearing this: “Palace Master Qin, I know you are concerned about the world, but do not disrupt your plans due to impatience…”

Qin Lingxiao, always blunt, couldn’t help but snort upon hearing this:

“The fire has not burned to your heads yet, naturally you aren’t anxious. Once True Martial can’t withstand Han Yanzi this time, across the Little Cang World, the next target will inevitably be Jin, and only Jin!”

“You still have protection from Hui Yunzi Ancestor, but our Qin Family and Youxian Temple do not have such background…”

“Palace Master Qin, you and I brother sects, this statement is too much!”

Ling Weizi’s expression turned slightly cold, reprimanding in a low voice, about to erupt.

But he was gently stopped by Zhao Feng, who earnestly said to the other party:

“Palace Master Qin, we count as life and death allies, you should know well about my character, yet the prophecy of our sect’s Vice Sect Master is still ringing in my ears; rash action may answer the catastrophe.”

“Answer the catastrophe…”

Qin Lingxiao couldn’t help but furrow his brows tightly.

But she quickly reacted, unhappy, saying:

“Now that Wang Yi’an is the leader of the Martial Kingdom, since Han Yanzi has made a move, as his father, could he just stand and watch?”

Upon hearing Wang Yi’an’s name, an indistinct trace of sadness flashed in Zhao Feng’s eyes, and a similarly low and subtly angry voice followed:

“Do you know, he is my only disciple as well!”

Wang Yi’an has followed him for hundreds of years, even longer than he followed Wang Ba and Bu Chan, regarding feelings for Wang Yi’an, he considers himself no less than his parents.

Yet on his shoulders, he likewise carries the lives of a sect.

As a Venerate, he must avoid being blinded by emotions, his Sword Heart is clear, understanding deeply, how could he not understand this principle?

Thus, even though his heart is equally anxious and worried, he forced himself to endure, not showing any emotion.

The anguish and suffering within are truly inaccessible to outsiders.

If Qin Lingxiao hadn’t brought it up, he would have silently endured.

Perceiving Zhao Feng’s emotional leakage, Qin Lingxiao momentarily fell silent, then suddenly spoke:

“What about Wang Ba? Where is he? I wish to see him.”

“See him?”

Both Zhao Feng and Ling Weizi couldn’t help but reveal a slightly unusual expression upon hearing Qin Lingxiao’s words.

After all, these two almost became Dao companions…

Zhao Feng shook his head slightly, saying: “The Vice Sect Master is currently cultivating, perhaps he…”

Before he could finish, Qin Lingxiao directly interrupted:

“I ask Sect Master Zhao to tell me directly, where is he now?”

“This…”

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Feng and Ling Weizi exchanged a glance, seeing Ling Weizi nod almost imperceptibly, a thought flickered in Zhao Feng’s mind, and he then said:

“The Vice Sect Master is currently on Wanfa Peak, yet right now he is…”

Zhao Feng’s voice paused, helplessly looking at the now empty space in front of him, sighing, and shaking his head:

“I do not know how Junior Brother plans to respond.”

Ling Weizi nodded deeply upon hearing this.

…

On Wanfa Peak.

Qin Lingxiao, dressed in white, appearing otherworldly and coldly aloof, yet at this moment, her eyes rarely showed a trace of stiffness and guilt.

Opposite her, Bu Chan with a plain face, curiously watching her.

“Are you seeking Vice Sect Master Wang?”

Unconsciously touching the veil on her face, affirming its presence, Qin Lingxiao breathed a guilty sigh of relief, instinctively adjusting her voice slightly, her face quietly enveloped by a faint mist, she stammered:

“Uh… Yes, it’s, it’s about the primitive Demonic Sect… Sect Master Zhao asked me to find him for inquiry…”

Bu Chan immediately understood, gesturing to the entrance of the Dungeon behind him:

“He is now inside the Dungeon, you may go directly to find him… Hehe, I have matters to attend to, so I won’t accompany you.”

Th𝚤𝗌 𝐜hαp𝙩𝙚r 𝐢𝐬 pɵʂ𝖙𝙚ⅆ b𝐲 𝘬ı𝗍𝕖𝕟𝕠ѵ℮𝙡

Qin Lingxiao instantly breathed a sigh of relief, rushing head down towards the Dungeon.

For some reason, even though she was an Immortal Ascension middle-stage Great Cultivator, also a Palace Master, respected by countless escaping sorcerers of Zhongsheng Continent, even the Three Sects’ Sect Masters had to greet her politely, yet in front of this mere female Cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, she felt utterly guilty, almost wishing she could fly straight into the Dungeon.

A truly perplexing encounter.

Just as she was about to step into the Dungeon, Bu Chan’s voice suddenly sounded in her ear:

“Sister Qin… Can I call you that?”

Qin Lingxiao’s whole body suddenly stiffened!

Her mind went blank in that moment.

Then her face felt as though it were on fire!

Turning stiffly, she saw the distant plain female Cultivator smiling gently at her: