Little Sandong Doesn't Know Much

Extremely bizarre soul fluctuations began to ripple around Gao Fang's body.

Although powerful, they were clearly not overly exaggerated.

At the very least, the Tribulation Stage cultivators responsible for the encirclement could all produce soul fluctuations of this level, and even significantly stronger ones.

Judging solely by the fluctuations, dealing with it probably wouldn't be too troublesome.

Gao Fang's body gradually began to twist and deform after an inexplicable soul took control of it.

The body began to bulge wildly. Skin and bones shifted weirdly, frequently accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.

While retreating with her foolish junior brother, Li Yingling had already sent a sound transmission: depending on the actual situation, it would be best to capture it alive and bring it back for research.

Therefore, all the Tribulation and Mahayana Stage cultivators were waiting for this thing's complete descent.

It was just that the entity was merely using its soul to control Gao Fang's body; they didn't know if this would lead to any mutations.

As Li Yingling watched Gao Fang's body twisting and deforming in the distance, she whispered to Li Xingtian,

Do you really enjoy watching a spectacle that much? Must you always push to the very front for everything?

Hearing this, Li Xingtian was rendered speechless and couldn't find a way to refute her.

Li Yingling narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly, Don't say I'm using this for revenge. Master's sect rules only consist of a few lines in total. Don't tell me you can't memorize them. You aren't just afraid of forgetting Master's Perfect...

At this point, Li Yingling paused, casting a strange glance at her second junior brother, who was looking back at her with an equally strange gaze.

She had momentarily forgotten that this second junior brother was a true madman who, for the sake of cultivation, would swallow the pills refined by their Master as if eating jelly beans.

In a sense, Li Yingling felt that Li Xingtian couldn't quite be considered a normal person.

The pills that ordinary people would desperately avoid were perhaps really just a matter of gritting his teeth in Li Xingtian's eyes.

Li Yingling changed her tone, Aside from the Perfect Tonic Pill, Master has set other sect rules.

Are there? Li Xingtian thought for a moment, his tone suspicious. Master probably doesn't even remember his own sect rules clearly. If he wants to punish us, wouldn't he just say, 'Rebellious disciple, how dare you disobey your Master,' and be done with it?

Li Yingling replied with absolute confidence, Of course there are. Master and I discussed them together while you were away. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to verify it with Master later.

Li Xingtian understood the underlying meaning of this sentence perfectly: I say there are, so there are; even if there aren't, there are! Also, I am just being petty and taking revenge on you, my blind second junior brother!

However, when it came to his eldest senior sister, Li Xingtian had some experience: she always responded well to a soft approach but never to a hard one.

Li Xingtian pursed his lips slightly and finally gave a gentle nod:

No need. I believe you, Eldest Senior Sister. After all, everything you do is for the good of the sect and for my own good.

Hearing this, Li Yingling gave Li Xingtian a deep look. She seemed to understand his tact but didn't say anything more.

Their conversation paused here.

Gao Fang had completely entered a brand new stage.

His originally bulging and twisting body began to return to normal, almost reverting to its initial state.

Then, Gao Fang concealed his aura and slowly opened his eyes.

Gao Fang's gaze had changed color. Within crimson eyes, narrow black pupils began to survey the surroundings.

His gaze swept past, and then he slowly opened his mouth, spitting out a string of obscure, difficult-to-understand, and oddly pronounced words:

Luobo... Lezhada...

The Tribulation Stage cultivators remained completely silent. Based on their positions, they tightly blocked all of Gao Fang's escape routes. At the same time, they joined hands to seal off this space, ensuring that even if he had methods to traverse space, he wouldn't be able to use them.

Seeing that no one responded to his words, a faint smile curled at the corners of Gao Fang's mouth. He pondered for a moment and began to speak in a language the crowd could understand, albeit very obscurely:

It seems they are just as unlucky as I am.

The moment his voice fell.

The Tribulation Stage cultivators each unleashed their spells.

Dense chains, like those descending from heaven, completely sealed off every part of Gao Fang's body.

Various magical treasures radiated the might of Tribulation Stage cultivators, sealing every inch of energy within Gao Fang's body.

Then, patches of fluorescent light lit up.

An unknown number of precious talismans meant to suppress the soul fell like raindrops and then surged into Gao Fang's head.

Without any surprises, even a Great Heavenly Demon at the Tribulation Stage couldn't possibly resist a group of top-tier Tribulation Stage cultivators while controlling the body of a Golden Core cultivator.

The layers of seals formed by precious talismans and top-tier spiritual treasures suppressed Gao Fang to the point of complete immobility. Only those wide-open eyes, with their constantly twisting pupils, continued to survey the surroundings.

Amidst the various powerful seals, specks of transparent energy, as fine as strings, connected directly into Gao Fang's body.

A Tribulation Stage cultivator from the Xuanqing Heaven Sect looked toward Li Yingling in the distance and directly sent a sound transmission:

After realizing the situation, it seemed to be preparing to detonate itself, but the body dragged it down, and we reacted in time.

Judging by the strength of its soul, it should only be at the level of a Mahayana Stage cultivator.

Now we have used our methods to suppress its soul and seal every inch of energy in its body.

Do you plan to interrogate it on the spot, or send it back directly?

Li Yingling answered without hesitation, Send it back. Capturing it alive is an advantage; certain information will absolutely be of great use. We also need to be on guard against whether the Heavenly Demons will specifically come to intercept and kill us.

The Xuanqing Heaven Sect cultivator nodded in understanding. He exchanged glances with the others and quickly began to pack up this somewhat hot potato—adding even more seals on top of the already outrageous layers of seals.

The absurd amount of light directly obscured Gao Fang's figure completely from sight.

Li Yingling pinched a jade token in her hand.

They had previously dispatched a Tribulation Stage cultivator to find Gao Fang's hiding place. Since they had caught a big fish, they only needed to confirm Gao Fang's specific situation. If he was still alive, they would take him away to study together. If his soul had been destroyed and he was dead, they would clean up the scene on the spot.

After Li Yingling arranged all the matters that could be arranged, she led a mighty group of Tribulation Stage cultivators and began heading toward the Central State.

Along the way, their divine senses were fully open, and their coercive pressure was like the heavens.

Central State, Tianyan Sect, Loving Family Peak.

Chu Xingchen took a small spirit stone and placed it in front of San Dong, chuckling softly:

I haven't been back for a long time. Did San Dong watch over our peak well?

San Dong unceremoniously hugged the small spirit stone directly, speaking in a rather proud tone:

I am the number one Great Protector of the sect, so of course I watched over the sect properly.

After San Dong finished looking proud, its gaze cautiously turned toward Chu Xingchen:

However, Lord Sect Master can't just leave the sect entirely for San Dong to watch alone. If possible, you should also come back to visit more often.

Of course, that's only when you're not busy. If there is official business to attend to, then leave everything in the sect to San Dong.

San Dong guarantees that whatever the sect looked like when Lord Sect Master went out, it will look exactly the same when you return.

San Dong is very reliable; Lord Sect Master just needs to believe in me.

Xie Lingyu stood by Chu Xingchen's side, listening to San Dong's words with a gentle gaze.

Chu Xingchen chuckled and nodded:

Of course San Dong is very reliable, otherwise why would I appoint San Dong as the sect's Great Protector.

Little San Dong perhaps did not know what dangerous affairs the Sect Leader was busy with.

But upon hearing these reassuring words, a genuine smile appeared on the face of San Dong, who simply missed everyone dearly.

Chu Xingchen raised his gaze slightly.

Unfortunately, his return this time was not because he was actually free to come back.