Lu Qingshan also noticed this scene, paused his actions, and looked over.
"Cough cough... why hide?" Qing Luo’s ancestor coughed twice and asked coldly.
"I... I..." The middle-aged cultivator broke out in a cold sweat, stamring, unsure of how to explain.
"Who is this person?" Qing Luo’s ancestor inquired of the Qing Luo Sect’s vice sect master standing respectfully nearby.
"Reporting to the ancestor, this person is an elder of our sect, Elder Murong."
At this mont, the vice sect master of Qing Luo Sect also vaguely realized sothing, and answered in a trembling voice, "He entered our sect as a loose cultivator a thousand years ago. Since then, he has been diligent and made significant contributions to our sect, so the sect master officially appointed him as an elder a hundred years ago."
"Elder Murong..." Qing Luo’s ancestor nodded slightly, then asked, "Where is his cave residence?"
The vice sect master of Qing Luo Sect dared not conceal anything from his own ancestor, promptly pointing out the exact location of Elder Murong’s cave residence.
Lu Qingshan had already understood everything, and without hesitation, his divine sense imdiately explored the location indicated by the vice sect master of Qing Luo Sect.
But before he could discover anything, Elder Murong’s eyes, caught by Qing Luo’s ancestor, flashed a look of despair, and then he suddenly began to tremble all over without warning.
"Not good." Qing Luo’s ancestor sensed sothing, his expression changed, as blue light surged from his body towards Elder Murong, but it was too late.
In just an instant, Elder Murong, a Divine Transformation cultivator, had lost all vitality, as if he had no soul, collapsing like a puddle of mud.
Lu Qingshan’s expression shifted slightly, and he quickly flew over.
"This is..." He looked at the motionless Elder Murong, his expression grave.
"He killed himself," Qing Luo’s ancestor said with a grim face, "What a strange secret technique, this person was clearly completely restrained by , unable to use any strength, yet he could still ignore my strength and use a secret technique to commit suicide."
Lu Qingshan was silent for a mont.
So decisive.
Upon realizing sothing was wrong, he imdiately committed suicide, leaving no clues.
Such a ticulous way of handling things made Lu Qingshan imdiately think of the Netherworld cultivators.
A mont later, he leaped up, his figure heading straight towards Elder Murong’s cave residence.
By now, he could basically confirm that Dantai Qingrun should be within this sect.
Qing Luo’s ancestor’s expression changed, contemplated, and finally also moved, flying towards Elder Murong’s cave residence, preparing to investigate the situation with Lu Qingshan.
He also sensed sothing amiss about this matter, clearly it couldn’t be simply summarized as "a friend being imprisoned in Qing Luo Sect."
Boom!
Outside Elder Murong’s cave residence, there was a protective formation, but Lu Qingshan was not the least bit polite. He controlled his sword, easily shattering the formation.
Lu Qingshan slipped into the cave residence.
The interior of the cave residence was very spacious and bright, abundant with spiritual energy, divided into orderly stone chambers.
It was evident that the owner of the cave residence had managed it carefully, unlike the usually empty and extrely plain cave residences of sword cultivators.
At a glance, Lu Qingshan found nothing unusual, but he was not surprised.
Why would anyone put evil practices out in the open?
He released his divine sense to search within the cave residence and quickly found sothing strange on one of the stone walls.
Lu Qingshan flicked his finger, and a wisp of sword qi shot out, instantly blasting the stone wall open, revealing a deep passageway behind it.
He stepped into the passage and walked a short distance, suddenly the space opened up.
At this mont, a secret chamber appeared in front of him, exuding a chilling aura, filled with a sinister atmosphere.
Lu Qingshan frowned and stepped into the secret chamber.
What t his eyes was a blurred female figure enveloped by black demonic qi.
Without the slightest hesitation, he surged with elent force, instantly dispelling all the demonic qi within the secret chamber.
The face of the woman hidden in the fog gradually beca clear.
It was Dantai Qingrun.
She bore no obvious injuries, but her face was extrely pale, eyes tightly closed, her vital essence withered, appearing to have suffered great tornt.
Chains ford from black demonic qi completely bound Dantai Qingrun’s limbs, rendering her immobile.
At this mont, Qing Luo’s ancestor, who had followed closely behind, saw this scene and his pupils shrank abruptly.
"This is... demonic qi?"
Lu Qingshan nodded without speaking.
Dragon Sparrow appeared in his hand, Lu Qingshan stepped forward, slashing his sword.
The chains ford by demonic qi instantly crumbled, turning into billowing black fog that scattered and rolled away.
Qing Luo’s ancestor frowned, stretched out his hand, and grabbed all the demonic qi, forming it into a black ball in his hand for careful examination.
Over here, after slicing through the demonic chains, Dantai Qingrun’s body imdiately fell from the air.
Lu Qingshan reached out to catch Dantai Qingrun, seeing her weak breath and unmoving state. She had completely passed out, so he hurriedly took out several healing pills from his storage, feeding them to Dantai Qingrun.
These pills were given to him by his master Xia Daoyun, and although he rarely used them, they were all of the highest quality.
As expected, the pills quickly took effect, and a hint of color appeared on Dantai Qingrun’s pale face.
Monts later, her fingers twitched slightly.
Lu Qingshan knew that Dantai Qingrun was about to awaken. He looked at her face and waited silently.
Finally, Dantai Qingrun’s eyelashes trembled gently, as if gathering strength, and after a mont, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
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