The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1255 - 375: Wait, Did We Just Reverse the Dual Cultivation?

It’s unclear how long had passed when the crimson-gold aura gradually dissipated, leaving the cave mansion in an eerie silence.Shen Hanyi suddenly sat up, the three strands of Blood Phoenix mark between her brows had not yet faded, and there was still a lingering burning heat on her skin.

She looked down at her tattered and broken clothes, then raised her eyes to Zhou Qing, who was close at hand—

"You..." Her voice was cold as ice, and a sharp light appeared at her fingertips. A crystal-clear Ice Sword was already pressed against Zhou Qing’s throat, "Courting death?"

Zhou Qing, however, was frozen in place, allowing the biting cold at his neck, yet seemingly unaware, as he tearily looked down at himself.

"It’s over, it’s really over now," then suddenly looked up at Shen Hanyi, his voice tinged with sobs, "It’s all your fault—"

Shen Hanyi: "..."

Zhou Qing shakily picked up the tattered cloth on the ground, tears pattering down onto the back of his hand, "I was just here to save someone..."

He suddenly looked up, his reddened eyes full of grievance, "Now look, my Pure Yang is completely lost... do you know what this means for a guy?"

Shen Hanyi’s sword tip trembled imperceptibly.

"Those Divine Techniques that require a Pure Yang Body are no longer related to me..."

Zhou Qing choked up as he pulled a piece of cloth to cover his body.

By the end, he was unable to control his sobs, rubbing his tears haphazardly, his voice changed in pitch, "I’ve preserved my Child’s Body for decades!"

"But..."

"But what but!" he suddenly stood up excitedly, then hurriedly squatted down to cover his body.

"You’ve practiced ’Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain,’ don’t you know what the prerequisite for cultivation is?"

He glared at Shen Hanyi with reddened eyes, "A Child’s Body! Now it’s all ruined!"

Shen Hanyi’s crimson lips moved slightly, but she was speechless.

Looking at the teary-eyed Zhou Qing in front of her, she furrowed her brows tighter and tighter, feeling that something was off.

Just at this breaking point, Shen Hanyi suddenly trembled, her face changed abruptly.

And she couldn’t help but let out a low groan again.

Because she was shocked to discover that, besides the soreness in her lower limbs, the originally silent Spiritual Power in her body was now surging incessantly.

Four dazzling lights shot out from her Dantian, intertwining with the colors silver, blue, red, and gold, forming four illusory Dao Flowers around her.

Each petal was inscribed with mysterious Dao patterns, emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

"What... is this?"

She looked blankly at her palm, only to see that as each Dao Flower bloomed, strands of mysterious Dao patterns merged into her meridians.

The bottleneck of the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm, which had seen little progress in years, was now punctured like thin paper, and her cultivation was charging towards the Perfection of Great Perfection at an astounding speed.

Shen Hanyi suddenly looked up, and in an instant thought of something, her beautiful eyes filled with incredulity, staring fixedly at Zhou Qing, who was still sobbing.

Zhou Qing stood there, tears still visible on his face, completely bewildered.

He recalled what his second granduncle had said years ago, "That Immortal Xuan You has the Void Cicada Body; boy, if you can save her, a grand opportunity will certainly be yours!"

But now, it was he who ended up being "supplemented," with the fortune all going to someone else.

Zhou Qing looked down at himself, then up at the invigorated Shen Hanyi, a sense of grievance in his heart—how did the script get flipped?

Shen Hanyi’s eyes flickered, her voice carrying a complex tone, "Turns out, the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown that appeared in the Eastern Domain years ago... was you..."

Zhou Qing rubbed away his tears carelessly, resigning himself with a broken attitude, "What else?"

"Zhou, that’s been a long time, if really not possible then... Sister?! That’s great... wait..."

Shen Yunzhou’s voice suddenly sounded from outside the cave.

Worried outside all the while, he directly lifted the restriction and rushed in, only to be frozen at once seeing the scene inside the cave.

He saw his elder sister standing with a disheveled sword, the sword tip directly aimed at Zhou Qing’s throat.

While Zhou Qing was naked, busy covering his body with a few scraps, tears still apparent on his face.

"I—Ni—Ma—" Veins bulged on Shen Yunzhou’s forehead, as he shouted word by word, "What the hell did you do while my sister was injured?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, fists clenching with cracking sounds, "Earlier, you swore you wouldn’t take advantage, I actually trusted you enough to vouch for you!"

"Three hours!" he suddenly pointed outside the cave, his voice trembling, "You sent me away for a full three hours just to give you cover?"

"I’ll kill you—" Shen Yunzhou roared furiously, as nine yellow swords instantly appeared, their edges flickering with fierce killing intent.

"Get out!" Shen Hanyi coldly rebuked.

"Alright!" Shen Yunzhou turned and ran out on reflex.

Just as he exited the restriction, his chestful of anger suddenly faltered.

Something wasn’t right... Just now the aura from elder sister, she seemed healed?

Could it be that Zhou really healed her?

Recalling Zhou Qing’s disheveled state, with tears like a pear blossom in the rain...

"Wait, this scenario isn’t right..." He slapped his forehead hard, feeling his values about to shatter, "Could it be... Zhou was the one who got..."

Once this thought emerged, Shen Yunzhou shivered.

"How is that possible..."

...

Shen Hanyi only felt the Spiritual Qi in her body like a torrent breaking a dam, the Four-Color Dao Flowers had already penetrated deep into her sea of consciousness.

The distinct Dao Rhythms of silver glow, blue ocean, red flame, and golden light were blending seamlessly into one in her sea of consciousness, forming a mysteriously profound Dao Rhyme scroll.

"Ugh—"

She uncontrollably tilted her head back, with her three thousand strands of silver hair flowing like a waterfall.

The Spiritual Qi in the entire cave mansion swirled madly, coalescing into a vortex of four-colored intertwined Spiritual Power above her head, with faint echoes of the Great Dao resounding from the vortex’s center.

Shen Hanyi, enduring the surging Dao Rhythms within, glanced complexly at Zhou Qing, and immediately sat cross-legged.