Ning Qianqian knew Lu Qinglian’s thoughts, and she cooperated with Lu Qinglian in a coordinated manner.
“Ha ha ha, then you both join my harem, and I can spare your lives.”
Upon hearing the conversation between Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian, Han Shaolin believed they had resigned to their fate, seeing the beauties about to fall into his hands, his vigilance lowered.
Lu Qinglian’s long hair faintly shimmered with a firelight, and Ning Qianqian was even more from the Dragon Clan. Han Shaolin, who had committed countless atrocities, had long wanted to experience the feeling of being a Dragon Rider. Now, a dragon clan girl had voluntarily presented herself to him.
“Han Shaolin, these two are disciples of the Holy Son of Mount Taihua. You should think carefully and prevent them from escaping later on.”
The Hall Master of Evil Extreme Sect did not forget to remind Han Shaolin.
“Rest assured, I have ways to ensure they cannot escape,” Han Shaolin revealed a sinister smile, stopped attacking, and said to Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian, “As long as you both serve me from now on, I can spare you from death, and you will be able to enjoy luxuries with this young master.”
Han Shaolin and the Hall Master of Evil Extreme Sect ceased their attacks. Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian stood back to back, cautiously guarding against enemies from all directions, appearing somewhat helpless.
Han Shaolin approached, intending to subdue the two.
In his view, Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian, trapped inside the Profound Nether Evil Formation, had no way out and had to submit to him to survive.
“It’s a pity that two disciples of Lu Changsheng, both devastatingly beautiful, have fallen into the hands of Han Shaolin.”
Han Jie at the side couldn’t help but feel envious.
If he had the chance to kill Lu Changsheng, he would definitely not let go of Lu Changsheng’s disciples who were as beautiful as heavenly immortals. It’s a pity that in the Han Family, he, Han Jie, was just a supporting role, and Han Shaolin was the protagonist.
“I heard that the Holy Son of Mount Taihua trapped and killed many experts from Blood Sea Palace. Now that Han Shaolin is defiling his two disciples, it can be considered as avenging Blood Sea Palace.”
The Hall Master of Evil Extreme Sect sneered, believing that Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian would fall into Han Shaolin’s hands.
“I, Han Shaolin, have the stature of a Great Emperor and will inevitably become a prominent Great Expert in the future. Following this young master is your great fortune across multiple lives.”
Han Shaolin had been unmatched in the younger generation of the Han Family since childhood, with rapidly increasing cultivation levels and immense arrogance.
“Are you worthy?”
Lu Qinglian suddenly interjected coldly.
Han Shaolin’s smile gradually solidified. Lu Qinglian’s cultivation level was lower than his, yet she dared to mock him?
“Although I, Han Shaolin, cherish and pity beauties, I do not like those who talk back. It seems you’re in for a lot of suffering.”
Han Shaolin’s face gradually twisted.
“Die.”
Lu Qinglian had learned tactics from her master, deliberately provoking Han Shaolin to let down his guard, and suddenly activated the Storm Pear Flower Needles, shooting out the silver needles instantly sealing his throat!
Han Shaolin was unprepared, and the Storm Pear Flower Needles struck him as fast as lightning, hitting him with five silver needles!
The Evil Extreme Sect Hall Master standing beside Han Shaolin was hit by three silver needles.
However, the Hall Master’s injuries were even more severe, as his Dantian was hit by a silver needle, and the chilling energy of the Ice Soul Cold Iron destroyed his Dantian. The Grand Accomplishment Immortal Emperor of Evil Extreme Sect died on the spot.
The Storm Pear Flower Needles were Fourth Grade Taoist Instruments, and yet, with Lu Qinglian’s True Qi, they killed the Hall Master of Evil Extreme Sect.
Han Shaolin had his treasure armor to mitigate some impact, which prevented him from falling on the spot.
Even so, Han Shaolin was hit by five silver needles and suffered severe injuries, barely clinging to life.
“Damn it!”
Han Shaolin was drenched in sweat, looking as if he was dragged out of a pool.
“Cousin!”
Han Jie was shocked and frightened, not expecting the Ninth Grade Divine King, Han Shaolin, to suffer a setback here!
Even Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian were intimidated by the terrifying power of the Storm Pear Flower Needles.
With the launch of the Storm Pear Flower Needles, one Grand Accomplishment Immortal Emperor died on the spot, and one Ninth Grade Divine King was severely injured.
Han Shaolin, severely injured, was no longer a match for Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian and quickly transformed into a shadow, fleeing into the distance.
Lu Qinglian merely used a hidden weapon and almost killed him. If Lu Qinglian had other means, Han Shaolin wouldn’t even know how he died.
Han Shaolin is bad, but not stupid, and cherishes his own life.
“Run!”
Several Han Family disciples and members of the Evil Extreme Sect scattered and fled like birds and beasts.
“Sister, the magical treasure that Master gave you is really powerful.”
Ning Qianqian looked at the special magical treasure mounted on Lu Qinglian’s left arm, full of envy.
Master always gives good things to Lu Qinglian first, and the Storm Pear Flower Needles were no exception.
“Master said this is only lent to me, not given. He wants me to cultivate to the Divine King Realm before he will officially give me this magical treasure.”
Having witnessed the terrifying power of the Storm Pear Flower Needles, Lu Qinglian grew even fonder of this “toy.”
With this hidden weapon, Lu Qinglian could intentionally show weakness to the enemy and then counterattack to kill, a method that never failed.
“Master really favors you, sister. I heard that you have been following Master since you were young.”
“Of course. Let’s go back and tell Master about what we saw here. I saw Han Jie here, and he has a feud with Master. Perhaps Master can use this opportunity to kill Han Jie.”
Lu Qinglian liked to stir up trouble, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t shrewd. She knew that Lu Changsheng had a grudge with Han Jie and only spared Han Jie because he was weak and didn’t want to offend the Ancient Han Family at the time.
Now, with Lu Changsheng’s cultivation progressing by leaps and bounds and his status significantly elevated, and having found out that Han Jie colluded with the Evil Extreme Sect, Lu Changsheng had a reason to move against the Ancient Han Family.
Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian immediately returned to Mount Taihua Sacred Land.
At the Ancient Han Family, Han Shaolin, Han Jie, and others made their escape back.
Han Shaolin was severely injured by silver needles made from Ice Soul Cold Iron, barely clinging to life, almost dead.
The Han Family ancestors were shocked when they saw the injured Han Shaolin returning.
Han Shaolin had entered the Divine King Realm, and the ancestors allowed him to leave the seclusion; it had only been a few days and he returned severely injured.
Several Han Family ancestors immediately fed Han Shaolin a Twenty-Grade Divine Pill, used their own True Qi to help Han Shaolin refine the medicinal power, and forced out the silver needles from his body.
These Han Family ancestors, all in the Divine King Realm with profound cultivation and robust True Qi, quickly forced all five silver needles out.
One of the Han Family ancestors frowned deeply: “These are top-quality hidden weapons made from Ice Soul Cold Iron from the depths of the Nether Sea, triggered by a special magical treasure. They can destroy the body’s meridians and vitality. No wonder Shaolin is so grievously injured.”
Another ancestor sternly rebuked Han Jie: “What exactly happened? Who dares to harm our precious descendants?”
“How dare they provoke our Ancient Han Family! Although we’re not at the level of first-rate clans like the Ancient Feng Family, Ancient Dragon Clan, and Ancient Huangfu Clan, we are not so weak that anyone can humiliate us!”
“Name the murderer; we will kill his entire family!”
The ancestors were furious, their white beards bristling.
Han Shaolin was regarded as the top genius of the younger generation in the Ancient Han Family, having reached the Ninth Grade Divine King after three million years of cultivation, with the highest potential to reach the Longevity Immortal Realm. Seeing him nearly dead, how could they not be frantic?
“This…,” Han Jie hesitated, “The one who injured my cousin is a disciple of the Holy Son, Lu Changsheng.”
“A disciple of the Holy Son?”
Having just sworn to kill the entire family of the offender, the ancestors fell silent upon learning that the person involved was Lu Changsheng’s disciple.
Han Shaolin was highly valued by the Ancient Han Family, while Lu Changsheng’s status in Mount Taihua Sacred Land was even more significant.
The Ancient Han Family did everything to cultivate Han Shaolin, and so did Mount Taihua Sacred Land for Lu Changsheng.
The foundation of the Ancient Han Family was far inferior to that of Mount Taihua Sacred Land.
With Lu Changsheng’s disciple injuring Han Shaolin, the Ancient Han Family ancestors truly dared not say anything.
Such is the Immortal Realm where the strong are revered.
“Wait.” One of the Han Family ancestors realized something, “Han Jie, why did Shaolin have a conflict with the disciple of the Holy Son?”
Knowing he could not hide the truth, Han Jie confessed, “We were talking with members of the Evil Extreme Sect, and we were seen by the disciple of the Holy Son.”
The ancestors felt a chill: “Irresponsible descendants, now you are going to doom our Han Family!”