Desculpa, meu cultivo depende de sacrificar minha seita.
【Sem par romântico + sem truques + crescimento + protagonista feminina forte】Song Junyu inexplicavelmente deixou seu corpo por dois anos. Quando voltou, passou de discípula querida a arauto da desgraç
I damn well want to crush this place to pieces.
If it weren’t for the fact that this was the sect that had raised her for six years...
Beside the tall, imposing stone gate, a small, thin figure hid within a tangled patch of grass.
Only a pair of eyes, sharp and poised like a lone wolf ready to strike, was visible.
A bleeding wound gushed on her abdomen, remnants of a shattered dantian crushed from within.
“Shriek—”
Yan Qingque’s piercing cry cut across the sky.
Following swiftly were a cacophony of voices: “Split up and search! Song Junyu is the calamity star foretold by the Baoluo Immortal, she must not live!”
“Quick, use talisman seals to track her!”
“No need, senior brother, no need! East side!”
Someone among the disciples, sharp-eyed enough, noticed the subtle movement of the grass.
The leading man plunged forward with a fierce strike, closing in on the grass near the stone gate, carefully inspecting the winding bloodstains. A cold glint flickered in his eyes.
Trying to run?
In the next instant, a sword light swept through, tearing the withered grass on both sides free.
The roots were severed mid-stem, scattering in the turbulent air stirred by the sword’s force.
“Shh—”
At the end of the small path, the battered figure was suddenly exposed to all.
Her clothes were torn, edges soaked and stiffened with blood, exuding a faint stench.
Her wrists twisted unnaturally, clearly the tendons and bones had been broken.
The two exposed legs wobbled slightly; the wit