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No, that won't do!
She was determined to see it, no matter the cost!
bang-
Suddenly, Tao Hong knelt down in front of Li Qing'an. Although she was kneeling in the air, it was as if a 'clang' was heard.
"Greetings, Chief Li of Qingyun Sect! I am an elder of the Hehuan Sect. I know my sins are grave, but if I cannot see that old dog Duanmu die before my eyes, I will not find peace even in death. I beg Senior Li for mercy."
Peach Blossom's sincere yet frantic voice echoed around the two of them!
Li Qing'an stood with one hand behind his back, not taking the fleeing Ancestor Duanmu seriously, and slowly said:
"Oh? You don't want to live!"
"I want to! But I want that old dog Duanmu dead even more!"
Peach Blossom's eyes were bloodshot as she spoke viciously.
The woman's resentment soared, causing Li Qing'an to glance at her.
Just as Tao Hong knelt on the ground, bowing her head and waiting for the legendary man to show mercy.
"Interesting, I'll grant your wish!"
One sentence was like a pardon to her. If Li Qing'an hadn't agreed, she might have really wanted to take action and fight him.
Although it was nothing more than courting death.
"Wait for me here!"
Li Qingan left behind a sentence, and his figure vanished in an instant.
There were no magical fluctuations, and no great effort was required.
Ten breaths later.
Old Ancestor Duanmu was thrown in front of Tao Hong by Li Qing'an, his cultivation was destroyed, and he was unable to move.
Only his mouth remained, enough for him to barely speak.
After all, he was a very kind person who liked to help others achieve their goals. If the elders of the Hehuan Sect tortured him but no one could hear any screams, wouldn't that be a great pity?
"Impossible, impossible, Li Qing'an, how could you be so strong!"
Ancestor Duanmu looked devastated and roared at Li Qing'an.
Li Qingan picked at his ear, ignoring the clamor of Old Ancestor Duanmu.
"Snapped!"
A slap landed hard on Old Ancestor Duanmu's face.
"Thank you for your kindness, Chief Li. I won't bother you. Let me deal with him myself. Once I've avenged him, I will commit suicide here to express my gratitude to Chief Li."
Tao Hong stood up, first slapped Old Ancestor Duanmu across the face, then knelt on the ground again and kowtowed to Li Qing'an.
Ancestor Duanmu was somewhat alarmed when he realized that he was about to fall into the hands of the Hehuan Sect elders.
He was aware of his own quirks, and what he did after getting this woman.
"Li Qingan, you can't hand me over to this vile woman! It would dishonor your reputation!"
Ancestor Duanmu shouted at the top of his lungs.
He could guess what had happened to him.
He could accept dying at Li Qing'an's hands, after all, Li Qing'an's strength was undeniable.
He has killed nearly a handful of people at the Shangqing Realm, including Yu Yangzi, who was in the late stage of the Shangqing Realm.
It's not an insult to him!
But if he were to die at the hands of the Hehuan Sect elder, whom he had always looked down upon, he would feel extremely unwilling.
Chapter 175 Youji: Li Qing'an, how dare you?
Hearing this,
Tao Hong from the Hehuan Sect was also on edge. She turned to look at Li Qing'an, but seeing that Li Qing'an ignored Old Ancestor Duanmu's words, she felt relieved.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
She then conjured a pale pink magical palm and began slapping Duanmu Patriarch's face repeatedly.
The blows were so severe that Old Ancestor Duanmu cried out in pain, his face swollen and red.
All their teeth were knocked out.
If the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were to come here, they probably wouldn't recognize that the pig-headed man before them was none other than the once-glorious and proud Ancestor Duanmu.
Li Qingan didn't pay attention to these minor issues, but instead asked Tao Hong a question.
"I remember there should be factions within the Hehuan Sect, which faction are you from?"
He remembered that Jin Ping'er belonged to the Hehuan Sect, which focused on cultivating seductive arts and honing magical power, while the other sect focused on sexual cultivation and dual cultivation.
Peach Blossom first showed a hint of arrogance, then her face fell with sadness.
"I originally belonged to Young Master Miao's faction, but that old dog Duanmu ruined my reputation and destroyed my years of hard cultivation, forcing me to switch to the secret art of dual cultivation..."
The Jin Ping'er faction? That means they cultivate their magical powers through asceticism.
Li Qing'an suddenly realized why this woman hated Old Ancestor Duanmu so much.
It ruins a person's reputation and cuts off their path to enlightenment.
This is definitely a blood feud.
However, even in such circumstances, she was still able to endure hardship and secretly seek opportunities for revenge.
With that kind of mindset, she would probably be a valuable assistant to Jin Ping'er.
If I kill her, that girl Jin Ping'er will probably come to Yixinzhai to cause trouble again, crying and wailing.
Thinking of this, Li Qingan abandoned his idea of killing her.
Moreover, he has a strong and resilient personality, and he is quite optimistic about her, fearing she will achieve great things in the future.
Selling a golden bottle would be a good idea, not necessarily a bad thing.
Of course, most importantly, this way he could also obtain some of the Hehuan School's collection of books from Jin Ping'er.
Over the past eight years, finding books has become increasingly difficult, as each sect hides them like squirrels in winter.
"This person is your responsibility, but within a hundred miles inside and outside Fengyue Pass, no demonic sect cultivators are allowed to fight."
"I will personally execute anyone who disobeys!"
As Li Qing'an finished speaking, he lightly pushed out his right palm, destroying a high mountain ten miles away.
This scene was horrifying.
Peach Blossom was dumbfounded, feeling only relief and a surge of joy at having her life saved, repeatedly promising herself.
Disciples from the three sects—the Demonic Ghost King Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, and the Myriad Poisons Sect—saw a mountain in the distance being inexplicably destroyed, a scene of immense scale and awe-inspiring power.
It made them feel their knees go weak, and they unconsciously knelt down on the ground.
This...this is the presence of a master.
What's the point of them fighting?
Kneel down, all of you kneel down!
They felt they should kneel down and watch!
Li Qing'an had already brought You Ji to a clean house inside Fengyue Pass.
"Hmm~"
Youji's soft voice rang in Li Qing'an's ears from time to time, and her limbs clung to him like an octopus, as if she didn't want to leave Li Qing'an's warm embrace.
Li Qingan placed her on the bed and looked at the scene before him.
Her hair was styled in a high bun, revealing her temples; her eyebrows were lightly painted, and her eyes held a spring-like
The black robe, as thin as a cicada's wing, accentuated the woman's exposed skin, making it appear even more delicate and smooth, like warm jade, with a soft, lustrous sheen...
Her naturally red lips parted slightly as she murmured something.
I could vaguely hear the name Li Qingan!
Li Qingan frowned as he watched this scene, and slowly reached his hand into his lower body.
Don't misunderstand, Li Qing'an is a gentleman.
He simply thought of a way to alleviate her pain.
Li Qing'an gently touched You Ji's soft, delicate body a few times.
A few breaths later, a glimmer of clarity flashed in Youji's eyes, but it was only a temporary suppression.
"How is it?" Li Qingan asked.
Looking at Li Qing'an before her, Youji felt a strange joy in her heart. Her emotions surged, and the effects of the medicine on her soft body became even more intense under his influence.
"Is this a dream, or is it real?"
She remembered being chased by Ancestor Duanmu and elders of the Hehuan Sect.
Youji reached out her right hand and touched Li Qing'an's face, murmuring something.
Even after it was confirmed to be true, Ancestor Duanmu had disappeared.
The tension that had been building in her mind snapped instantly, leaving her body feeling increasingly weak and her breathing rapid.
no doubt.
How deep the courtyard is, how many layers of golden hoop connect our hearts?
With cloud-like hair, a beautiful face, and golden hairpins swaying, she spends the early morning in the warm boudoir!
I don't know how much time passed, maybe it was the next day.
Sunlight streamed in again from the east-facing window of the house.