The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

Si Qingyu heard the village chief's threat clearly. She sighed helplessly, frowned, and raised her hand to tear off the talisman that blocked her sense of smell.

Seeing this, Shen Yewei tightened his grip on the sword, grinned at Si Qingyu, tried to lighten the atmosphere, and said, "Junior Sister Si, you hide here.

After all, you are only in the foundation-building stage. We just fought with these villagers. I roughly estimated that they have at least twenty or thirty Golden Cores. The village chief and several old bastards in the village have broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

It's too dangerous for you to go and rescue people.

I'll go, and then I'll adapt to the situation. Maybe, I have more combat experience than them, and I can escape unscathed, and even rescue your fourth brother."

Si Qingyu shook his head in disagreement, the fear on his face faded away, leaving only a fearless smile, "Brother Shen, thank you for your kindness.

But no, I have to go by myself.

If my fourth senior brother dies here today, even though I am weak now, I am willing to become a demon, a ghost, or even disappear into ashes, I will... seek justice for him."

When Si Qingyu said this, he suddenly thought of the days in Qingjing Peak, smiled, and said with emotion, "This is probably the inheritance of my master.

My master, my brothers, and I, no matter who dies, the rest of us will spare no effort to avenge him at all costs, even if the price is our lives, or even the overthrow of the entire cultivation world. "

Shen Yewei stared at Si Qingyu in a daze, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Only an indescribable emotion flowed in his eyes.

Si Qingyu took out an unfinished book and handed it to Shen Yewei, "Brother Shen, take care of yourself. If I die, please give this to my master for me."

Shen Yewei watched Si Qingyu's figure gradually moving away, and only came back to his senses from her words until she disappeared from his sight.

He lowered his head and glanced at the things Si Qingyu left behind, "The Cultivation Ancestor Became a Country Girl: The Rough Husband Pampered Him to the Sky".

Shen Yewei was filled with excitement and was deeply moved: "???"

Si Qingyu activated his speed technique to its fastest speed and ran straight to the village chief's house without stopping for a moment.

In front of the gate of the village chief's house, a group of high-level cultivators from Mushui Village surrounded Qianren and the two disciples of Tianqian Sect.

Half of Qianren's face was stained with blood, his spiritual veins were sealed by the village chief, and his hands were clamped by two high-level monks, making him unable to move.

Su Hao Kun pressed the sword against his neck, and the blade penetrated into Qian Ren's skin inch by inch, leaving a half-foot long wound on his neck.

Su Haokun mocked Qian Ren and said, "You were so self-indulgent just now that you wanted to self-destruct your golden elixir and die with us.

Your sister doesn't care about your life or death and won't come to save you."

Qian Ren raised his bloodshot eyes, spat a mouthful of blood at Su Haokun, and said in a hoarse voice, "My junior sister will never be fooled by a fool like you!"

"You are looking for death!" Su Haokun was murderous again and was about to cut off Qianren's head, but was stopped by his father.

“He is bent on death, so he keeps irritating you, you have to keep calm.

Let's wait a little longer. If the girl surnamed Si doesn't come before dark, it won't be too late to take action."

When Si Qingyu was mentioned, a villager from the Nascent Soul stage narrowed his eyes maliciously and smiled obscenely, "When I was chasing her just now, I used the Soul Guide Pearl to absorb a wisp of her spiritual power. This girl is also a top-notch water spiritual root."

Su Haokun raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Really?

We have a few good ones with water spiritual roots to hand over to the Dragon King. This girl named Si, the first time I saw her, I thought she was a wonderful person!

When we catch her, I will give her a taste for the brothers, and everyone will have a share!"

Upon hearing this, Qianren struggled even harder, and his eyes turned completely blood red. He could feel his blood surging rapidly, faster and faster.

While they were talking, a green bead quietly floated over the village chief's house.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, dark clouds covered the sky, and an indescribable atmosphere of depression enveloped everyone.

The rain was fine and silent, wetting the ground and the clothes of all the monks.

This light rain came without any warning or abnormality, so much so that even the high-level monks in the village did not bother to set up a rain-proof barrier to resist it.

The rain was getting heavier, the luxurious scenery around became blurred in the rain, and people's figures were looming in the rain.

Suddenly, a nimble green figure came walking on the wind in the rain, holding a pen flashing with purple-blue lightning. It spun around and landed in front of the courtyard, like a fairy in an ink painting.

With a sneer on her face, she walked slowly towards the crowd.

Even though they knew that her cultivation level was only at the foundation-building stage, the village chief and Su Haokun and his companions were still on guard and felt extremely oppressed.

"You actually dare to come!" Su Haokun was a little surprised, and then he looked at Si Qingyu with undisguised greed and possessiveness in his eyes.

"You guys are calling me so enthusiastically, I would be so embarrassed if I didn't come." Si Qingyu glanced at Qian Ren and the two Tian Qian Sect disciples and said, "Now that I'm here, let them go."

Seeing that the village chief and Su Haokun did not move, Si Qingyu smiled and said, "I guess you all don't know much about me. Let me introduce myself. I am a humble girl, specializing in talisman formations. Yesterday, I... broke your formation that blocks sound transmission.

Therefore, you don’t have to struggle desperately. After all, my master and uncle from Tianqian Sect and Renxin Sect are coming soon.

If you kill one less disciple of the righteous path, you may still have a chance to survive and atone for your sins.

Now, you just need a hostage, release my brother and those people from Tianqian Sect, and I will take their place."

Si Qingyu took another step forward. The village chief and several village elders looked embarrassed, thinking about what Si Qingyu meant.

Since everything they did was taboo in the world of cultivation, they were naturally extremely afraid of the six major sects of the righteous way, not to mention that two of them came at once.

Just as the village chief and his men were thinking about countermeasures, Si Qingyu came up to them, raised his pen and tapped in the air with lightning speed.

A smile immediately appeared on Si Qingyu's lips, but no one understood why and noticed it at all.

However, the next moment, the little paper puppets lying on the ground around the village and hidden around the spirit-attracting beads of each family all moved as if they were given life, opened their paper arms towards the spirit-attracting beads, and flew towards them.

The moment the paper figures were pasted on various places to attract the spirit beads, there was a loud rumbling sound in the sky, like the roar of a god, shaking the earth.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, tearing a crack in the dark clouds and illuminating the entire village.

Everyone looked at the woman in front of them in astonishment. At this moment, she was like a god from heaven, punishing the evil that was bringing disaster to the world.

Bang, bang, bang! What filled his ears was the sound of the Soul Attracting Pearl constantly exploding, followed by the mysterious thunder that fell from the sky.