The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1306: Chapter 387: She’s Your Cousin? How Is That Possible! (6k)

Zhao Muye responded without hesitation: "Take care of yourself!"

He initially intended to tear open the space and escape, but as soon as he circulated his Spiritual Power, he realized something was wrong.

The space in a thousand-mile radius was already shattered to pieces, filled with unstable void cracks everywhere.

In his heavily injured state, if he forcibly traversed the space, he might be torn to shreds by the chaotic space currents before he could even escape.

"Damn it!" he cursed, immediately changing his strategy, igniting the last traces of his Spiritual Power, transforming into a crimson streak of light as he broke through the sky.

In the shadows, Zhou Qing was stunned.

He never expected that the gentle and serene Miss Yu Yan would be the cousin of that boorish Zhao Muye.

A burly man who always resorted to fists, and a demure, elegant lady whose every movement exuded scholarly grace — the contrast was simply too great.

"This..." Zhou Qing couldn’t help but glance again at the azure figure in the center of the battlefield.

Yu Yan was single-handedly holding back four Tribunal members, her slender form appearing exceptionally fragile amidst the storm of raging Spiritual Power, yet exuding an indescribable composure.

At her fingertip’s light touch, the azure feathered light seamlessly nullified the deadly strikes of the four Tribunal members one by one.

At this moment, Yama smirked coldly, his figure ghostly as he silently pursued Zhao Muye’s retreating direction.

Zhou Qing’s brow slightly furrowed, his gaze darting swiftly between Yu Yan and the receding shadow.

Though he rarely interacted with Zhao Muye, the man’s actions were always open and aboveboard, certainly not someone to leave a woman behind for his own escape.

He had departed so decisively because he must have known his cousin had her own way of retreating.

Understanding this, Zhou Qing hesitated no longer.

His figure flickered, chasing after the faint aura Yama had left behind.

Compared to Yu Yan, who could entrap four Tribunal members, Zhao Muye, heavily injured and fleeing, was obviously more in need of aid.

Moreover, there was a viper secretly trailing him.

...

Swish—

The severely injured Zhao Muye uncontrollably plummeted into a deep canyon, crashing into the ground and sending stones flying.

He staggered to steady himself, immediately retrieving a bottle of crimson Elixir from the Storage Ring, and gulped it down.

As the Elixir reached his stomach, it transformed into a searing current, surging through his limbs and bones, visibly healing the ghastly wounds on his body at an astonishing speed.

"Still not enough..." he gritted his teeth and fetched two top-grade emerald green Wood Spirit Stones, the rich life Spiritual Qi swirling in his palms.

With the operation of his Cultivation Technique, the Spiritual Qi from the Spirit Stones seeped into him like a trickle, nourishing his damaged meridians.

Just then, the sky above the canyon suddenly darkened.

A shadow appeared silently, its dark bone armor glinting coldly in the sunlight, the pitch-black long blade entwined with an unsettling black mist.

"I thought you wouldn’t show up," Zhao Muye didn’t even lift his head, casually crushing the depleted Spirit Stones to dust.

Yama’s scarlet pupils narrowed slightly, his voice tinged with mockery: "Running so fast, are you afraid of implicating your cousin?"

He slowly descended onto a boulder ten feet away. "Funny, you’re usually so reluctant to associate with women, you won’t even dine with them, fearing it might disrupt your Cultivation. Yet for your relatives..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Muye suddenly lifted his head, a battle intent reigniting in his eyes. "You vile scoundrel, what do you gain by framing me?"

"Fool." Yama sneered, lightly twirling his long blade. "The Eight Great Families of Nanhuang State have fought both openly and covertly for thousands of years. Which family hasn’t climbed over corpses?"

"Yet only you treat everyone as mere sparring partners for honing your physique — how naive!"

"You’re full of shit!" Zhao Muye’s eyes widened with rage, his body glowing with battle runes once more. "I act with integrity and honesty..."

"Integrity and honesty?" Yama suddenly burst into laughter, the sound chilling to the bone.

"In this dog-eat-dog family struggle, you talk to me about integrity?"