The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1285: Chapter 382: Is This the Supreme Tribulation? How Is That Possible!

"At the critical moment, I saved you. Now you don’t even want to drink with me and let me drown my sorrows?"

Zhou Qing heard this and a complex expression flashed across his face.

"Du, I’ve already drunk with you, and it was because of that time that I quit alcohol."

Du Kui suddenly let out a shrill laugh, "Because I quit alcohol? Aren’t you drunk before you’ve even drank? Come, drink some more!"

As he spoke, he forcefully handed the wine jug forward, the amber liquid swirling violently inside.

Zhou Qing did not refuse this time.

He slowly took the wine jug, lightly smelled it, his gaze landed on Luo Xue’s tombstone.

The cold green stone, the inscription sharp as a knife.

"I know you seek the realm." Zhou Qing’s voice was very light, "Enter the Dao through pain, verify your heart through loss."

"Back then, you watched as Luo Xue died right in front of you, yet did nothing — this heart-wrenching pain indeed helped you reach the threshold of the realm."

Du Kui’s pupils contracted sharply.

"But now that she’s gone, even if you kill me to verify your Dao and help you break through to Divinity Transformation, what comes after?"

Zhou Qing turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked at him.

"The realm needs constant supplementation and perfection. Next, do you intend to act against other brothers, your master, and the elders?"

Du Kui staggered back, eyes filled with terror.

"You, you, you..."

"Or perhaps —" Zhou Qing suddenly approached, "First treat others sincerely, then personally bury them? This endless cycle?"

"Shut up!"

"There’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time; you’re actually a complete hypo—crite."

"Insolent!" Du Kui’s face twisted, the Sword Qi in his sleeves surged.

Zhou Qing however had already spread his palm, the four-colored Dao Lotus suddenly bloomed, each petal sharp as a blade.

"I just didn’t think after all this time, you would become my second obsession."

As the lotus rotated, Zhou Qing sighed, "Dust returns to dust, earth to earth."

"I am the chief of Golden Sun Peak, how dare you criticize my path..."

"Snort—"

Before he finished roaring, the intertwined four-colored Spiritual Light slashed down, stopping the words abruptly.

Du Kui lowered his head, looking at his separated body, his rage suddenly turned to relief.

He smiled mockingly, his entire being gradually dissipating into smoke and dust.

In his daze, Zhou Qing seemed to hear Du Kui’s dying whispers from long ago:

"Next life... no more cultivation."

"Be a mere mortal, playing chess and drinking with a few friends, finding a good partner, strolling through the world, witnessing the beauty of the four seasons."

"Even if I return to dust after a hundred years, it’s better than this road of cultivation filled with schemes and pain..."

Before the words faded, the four-colored flower in Zhou Qing’s hand suddenly twisted, transforming into a Grinding Disc, rapidly spinning.

"Again!"

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to retreat like tides, as if he were escaping.

"Little brat, let’s see where you can run this time—"

Zhou Qing abruptly turned back and found it was the Blood Bone Old Ghost from Cangyan Daoist Palace, he paused, a faint flicker of the four-colored flower at his brow.

He curled his lips into a cold smile, "It’s been a long time, old ghost..."

...

Outside the cave, tribulation clouds churned relentlessly, causing great anxiety among everyone.

This was already the ninth day of the tribulation clouds appearing, signifying Zhou Qing had been severing spirits for nine days.

"Senior, you have vast experience, surely you’ve seen the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown Spirit Slash in the Fifth-level Cultivation Country."

Mo Xingjian couldn’t help but transmit his voice in inquiry, "Our Old Fourth may have four flowers, but it’s only one more. How much longer should it take, in theory?"

In the center of the Array, the cold silhouette remained silent.

Mo Xingjian felt slightly disappointed, about to retract his Heart and Spirit, but Shen Hanyi’s voice suddenly echoed:

"It varies from person to person; time and difficulty differ."

"The difficulty of spirit severing lies in the obsessions accumulated through cultivation until now."

"Zhou Qing is still young, his obsessions are limited, coupled with ample preparation, you needn’t worry."

Mo Xingjian took heed, and his heart calmed somewhat.

Shen Hanyi suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze icy as frost: "It seems this place is no longer hidden; someone has been drawn by the tribulation clouds. I’ll deal with it, you everyone just remain at your respective Array points!"

Shen Hanyi spoke directly this time, then rose, taking a gentle step, instantly vanishing.

Everyone’s expressions tensed, growing increasingly vigilant as they inspected their surroundings.

Yet at that moment, none noticed the old hen firmly tied to Yan Xiaohu’s chest, as a flicker of human-like brilliance flashed in its eyes.

That brilliance flickered intensely, seemingly struggling, but in just a moment, it returned to chaos, reverting to a dull and sluggish state.

Approximately half an hour later, Shen Hanyi’s figure reappeared, silently landing back at the center of the Array, standing silently.

Inside the Cave Mansion, Zhou Qing trembled slightly, Buddha Light surged behind him, flickering uncertainly, as if struggling to suppress something.

Beneath him, the four-colored petals spun faster and faster, and the mountains of top-grade spirit stones, along with those three Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystals, began to gradually melt like snow.

Purer energy threads spread out, seeping into his body through his pores...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another nine days flew by.

This was already the eighteenth day of Zhou Qing’s spirit severing.

During this period, Shen Hanyi had left the Array four times to intervene.

With her cultivation at Spirit Slash Realm Perfection, in this Level 4 Cultivation Country’s frontier, she was almost invincible.

"Boom—"

At this moment, the heavy tribulation cloud hovering over everyone’s head suddenly let out a thunderous roar!

Immediately afterwards, a purple-gold thunder like an enraged dragon crashed down, piercing through the cave mansion’s dome instantly!

Zhou Qing continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemingly isolated from the outside world.

However, beneath him, the four-colored flower abruptly blossomed, the intertwined four-colored Spiritual Light forming a radiant screen, firmly receiving that world-destroying thunder.

"Zzz—"

The thunder circulated among the four-colored petals, not only failing to harm Zhou Qing but was continually refined by the peculiar flower.