Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 351: Raising Gods 31

We must leave quickly!

Qing Wan's mind suddenly tensed up, and he looked for Duan Chenming's trace in the flying dust and strong wind, but the next second when he looked up, he saw a wind blade suddenly approaching rapidly in front of him.

Her expression suddenly became sharp, and she drew out Fen Ji and split the wind blade in front of her. Facing an old man who was three realms higher than her, Qing Wan's strength was really not enough.

The moment the wind blade was split, a crack appeared on Fen Ji's body, and Qing Wan's mouth was covered in blood due to the residual power.

She staggered back a step, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, but Zhang Zhou's attack did not abate in the slightest. In fact, under the invisible influence of the succubus's power, his murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

As soon as the first wind blade was split apart, the next one came one after another, sweeping over with overwhelming force, and it seemed that Qing Wan was about to be completely crushed. At the critical moment, Lu Huaichuan, who had a restriction behind him, suddenly gritted his teeth, hugged her and turned around, using his lifelong cultivation to withstand the attack.

His entire back was rotten beyond recognition, blood and flesh were all over the place, Zhang Zhou was furious and yelled: "Stupid! Stupid!! You were just bewitched, how dare you really give her your life?!"

Lu Huaichuan, whose face was pale and blood was spitting out of his mouth, did not say a word. He just lowered his eyes and stubbornly and firmly protected the seriously injured Qing Wan.

Zhang Zhou was so furious that he drew out his natal sword, determined to kill the monster at all costs!

However, when he raised the sword and charged forward with overwhelming force, he was suddenly intercepted by the sword of Duan Chenming who suddenly appeared.

He just crawled out from the ruins, his body covered in blood and dust, his arms trembling, and he looked in a very dishevelled state.

However, the Qishan Sword Sect leader, who was cowardly and timid in the past and was ridiculed by others, now looked like a devil, with bloodshot eyes and murderous intent.

He stared at Zhang Zhou intently, and after forcing him back several steps, he suddenly cut his palm with his natal sword. Blood instantly soaked the pattern on the sword, and the murderous aura that soared into the sky made the whole world tremble.

Use blood as the medium and soul as the sacrifice.

This madman is forcibly crossing a realm at the cost of his own soul being torn apart.

"Duan Chenming!"

Qing Wan recognized the forbidden technique and tried to stop it with the "Spirit of Words" technique with a hoarse voice.

She could take everyone away, but the price might be death, and Qing Wan didn't care about that.

But before she could forcibly gather her spiritual power, the latter suddenly turned around and looked at her. Without any cover, the obsession and attachment in his eyes were so strong that they were almost pathological.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to stay with you for a while, I didn't mean to hurt you."

When the soft whisper was carried by the sharp wind to Qing Wan's ears, Duan Chenming suddenly shouted, "Lu Huaichuan, take her away!"

Before the hoarse sound ended, a storage ring shining with a bright light was suddenly thrown over and was caught steadily by Lu Huaichuan.

Everything happened in a flash. Before Qing Wan's "Spirit of Words" technique could even take effect, she was forcibly freed from the restriction and taken away from there by Lu Huaichuan using a blood formation.

After another blink of an eye, the ruins in front of Qing Wan were completely replaced by a dense and vibrant forest.

Lu Huaichuan, who had sent her out, was completely exhausted. He knelt on the ground, still holding Qing Wan tightly.

"...Take me...away..."

Lu Huaichuan's blood-stained eyelashes were wet with water stains. He looked up at Qing Wan, who was facing away from the light. The approaching death had made it impossible for him to see her expression clearly.

He was dying.

Just like Gu Zhuo three hundred years ago.

Qing Wan's fingertips were trembling slightly. In three hundred years, she had learned a lot of things, including compassion and kindness, and -

Guilt.

Her breath seemed to be frosted, freezing her heart and lungs inch by inch.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the dying Lu Huaichuan with his forehead resting on her knees. Before he died, he was still begging Qing Wan not to abandon him.

This is not liking, let alone love.

This is a disaster.

This was a punishment from heaven for both Lu Huaichuan and Qing Wan.

The blood-red setting sun dragged on the horizon, and the orange-yellow glow burned in the sky like fire. Qing Wan stood there for a long, long time, until the night fell, and then he moved his stiff legs and feet.

When a cultivator dies, his soul will fly away, and even his body will be annihilated into light and disappear between heaven and earth.

Originally, Qing Wan wanted to follow the example of Gu Zhuo and keep Lu Huaichuan's soul.

But he forcefully broke through the restriction and took her away from Danxia Immortal Sect at all costs. His soul and body were already shattered beyond recognition, and she was seriously injured, so there was no way to save him.

In the chilly night wind, she bent down and picked up the blood-stained storage ring on the ground. She carefully examined it and found the Soul-Transforming Water and countless rare elixirs in it.

These things are enough for her master to heal his injuries.

She returned the thing to Gu Sen in silence, and immediately used the Soul-Transforming Water to remove the Soul-Restoring Nail from Qiu Yueming's body.

The tree spirit was very attentive. He built a small wooden house by the clear blue Moon Lake. The house was fully furnished, fresh and elegant, with beautiful flowers blooming all around it. When the sun shone down, the house was bright and warm.

"Are you leaving?" it asked Qingwan while lying on the eaves.

"Yeah." She opened her eyes, still beautiful and charming, but no light could penetrate into her eyes. The former cunningness had turned dark and dead after the bloody baptism of the past few months.

The tree spirit was silent for a second, then asked her, "When will you come back?"

"……I don't know either."

"Please bring me some sesame cakes next time you come back. I haven't eaten that stuff for hundreds of years."

"Well, please take care of my master."

The tree spirit shook its branches and watched Qing Wan leave Bone Forest again.

It vaguely glimpsed a little secret of heaven——

Qingwan, you can't come back.

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The Ghost Clan and the Demon Clan have completely stopped hiding their ambitions, and have become even more rampant, especially after the Qishan Sword Sect and the Danxia Immortal Sect both suffered heavy losses.

It was at this time that all the powerful men in the sect who could handle the situation were focused on finding the trace of the succubus. Chaos broke out, war continued, and Qing Wan's reputation began to rot.

She hid in the corner of the deserted village, and could hear the monks who came to suppress the chaos cursing at her from a distance.

She lowered her eyes calmly, without explaining or seeking revenge. She just kept leaving traces everywhere, while making sure that the remaining peony scent would not seduce others again.

She needs to gather as many people who have been bewitched by the succubus' power as possible, especially the venerables from various sects, so that she can eliminate the impact of the succubus' power to the greatest extent.

After making sure that everyone knew her whereabouts, she deliberately created the illusion that she was forced back to Qishan. Before long, the entire Qishan was surrounded so that not even a mosquito could fly out.