Chapter 66: Could it be that Lu Chen is a mighty expert of the Demonic Path?

Leaving Qin Yan's residence, Lu Chen was just about to return to his dwelling when, in midair, he was suddenly intercepted by someone.

"Who are you! What's your relationship with Master!?"

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the disciple who had been pounding the wooden stake earlier.

"Nothing much, I just have some questions about cultivation and came to discuss them with her."

Lu Chen said casually.

"Cultivation?! Who would believe that!"

"Did you get some leverage over Master!? Why does Master obey you so completely!?"

That disciple drew his sword and pointed it straight at Lu Chen's throat.

His cultivation level is higher than Lu Chen's, the same as Xu Cheng's—both are late Core Formation.

"So what?"

Lu Chen remained unperturbed and continued to ask.

"How dare! Today I'll eliminate this calamity for Master! Take this sword!"

The disciple let out a violent shout; his sharp sword carried a fierce sword wind, wrapped in a biting gale as it swept toward Lu Chen.

The sword blade instantly tore through the air, emitting a sharp explosive sound.

Lu Chen's face remained calm, a fleeting cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He really hadn't expected the opponent to suddenly attack at this moment.

"Forget it, perfect timing to test my recent cultivation progress on you."

At the instant the opponent's sword tip was about to pierce his skin, Lu Chen's whole body suddenly erupted with a gust of yin wind, instantly enveloping the disciple's figure.

The disciple only felt a stabbing pain on his face; Lu Chen, who had been right before him, had completely vanished without a trace.

"This! This is Yin Wind Escape?! A sixth-rank technique?!" Witnessing this, the disciple turned pale with shock; his tightly gripped sword actually trembled.

Such a rank of demonic technique is extremely difficult to cultivate; even sect elders, only a few possess it.

"Come out!"

He suddenly swung his sword wildly, trying to dispel this strange yin wind.

At that moment, Lu Chen had silently arrived behind him.

His figure flickered in and out within the yin wind, like a ghost, leaving people bewildered.

"Since you're going all out, I won't hold back either!"

Lu Chen never liked to underestimate others, so he raised his hand and unleashed the Black Prison Sword Canon.

In an instant, the yin wind dissipated, replaced by a surge of black killing aura that enveloped the disciple.

"What kind of technique is this now?!"

The disciple's expression was pained, as if the black purgatory were suffocating him.

"You're only at early Core Formation! How can you possess such a high-rank technique!"

Lu Chen gave him no more time to speak; he well knew the importance of time.

Thus, he raised his hand, intending to kill the opponent.

But at that critical moment, a graceful figure appeared; she summoned a giant winged tiger beast from the void, shattered the Black Prison, and blocked Lu Chen's attack at the last second.

Seeing this, Lu Chen's expression shifted slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

He retracted his Blood Spirit Sword and looked toward that graceful figure—it was Qin Yan, still with a faint blush on her face.

"Yun Feng! What are you doing! Why are you attacking Master Lu!?"

Seeing Lu Chen lower his hand, Qin Yan had no time for anything else; she looked at the disciple, her voice tinged with anger.

The disciple named Yun Feng looked aggrieved; the sword in his hand trembled and slipped, falling from the height.

He fell to his knees with a thud before Qin Yan, eager to explain: "Master, I saw this person coming from an unknown background and suspected he harbored ill intent......"

"Enough."

Qin Yan took a deep breath, her expression solemn.

She was well aware of how important Lu Chen was to her; now she absolutely could not afford to offend him.

Immediately, she closed her eyes tightly, then swiftly opened them to look at Lu Chen.

"I'm sorry, I failed to teach my disciple properly; please don't take it to heart."

Looking at Qin Yan's expression, Lu Chen's face suddenly showed a hint of a smile.

It seems even elders have a hard time getting by in the Demonic Sect.

Moreover, his humble and deferential attitude is rather amusing.

"It's fine; let's just pretend today's incident never happened."

Lu Chen didn't dwell on it; he merely turned his gaze to the winged tiger beast nearby.

It wasn't that he was interested in the winged tiger beast; what mattered was a certain spot on its body.

Qin Yan followed his gaze and suddenly discovered that the sixth-rank demonic beast she had raised for years now had a wound on one of its shoulders.

"Winged tiger beast, when did you get this injury?"

Seeing this, she hurried to the winged tiger beast's side and gently stroked the wound above.

"It's actually a fresh wound?! How could that be?!"

In that instant, she realized something; her heart shuddered, and she turned her head to look at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen waved his hand, said nothing, tacitly admitting it.

"Early Core Formation...... actually able to wound my winged tiger beast with a single strike."

"Although the wound isn't deep and hasn't affected the interior, but......"

Qin Yan only felt it utterly unbelievable.

After all, there is a full two major realms' difference between them.

"Elder Qin, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first."

Lu Chen spoke after a brief moment, and Qin Yan then reacted, nodding: "Mm, good."

She even forgot that her useless disciple was still standing beside her.

After seeing Lu Chen off, she stood there dazed for a while, the shock in her heart not yet faded.

After a long silence, she reached the same conclusion as Su Qian and Mu Yun.

"A reborn demonic path master!"

"If that's the case, then everything makes sense!"

A Pill Condensation cultivator providing a large amount of cultivation through dual cultivation to a cultivator who has perfected Condensing Spirit is also impossible.

But Lu Chen did it.

"A reborn demonic path master... but why exactly is he seeking me?"

"He hasn't asked me for anything either... could it be that he simply lusts after my body?"

"Impossible! There must be something he needs."

Qin Yan's expression changed slightly.

"Or perhaps he actually wants to take me as a slave?"

Only when the disciple beside her spoke up did she remember there was another person there.

"Master! Is that person hiding his realm?! With his strength, I could never defeat him!"

Yun Feng anxiously wanted Qin Yan to tell him it was false, because just then his Dao heart had already been affected.

If he does not dispel this restless heart-demon now, his cultivation will make no further progress and will stagnate from then on.

Qin Yan showed no expression; she only felt she had misjudged, actually taking on such a disciple.

She said nothing, merely letting the Wing Tiger Beast show its wound to the other party.

"This... Master, this is your favorite spirit beast you ride! Who wounded it?! I won't let this go!"

Seeing the other party still not understanding, Qin Yan sighed.

"From now on, you are no longer my disciple."

Qin Yan said that, put away her Wing Tiger Beast, and left.

Only Yun Feng remained there, like a candle in the wind, his mind blank.

He stared in the direction Qin Yan left, his lips trembling, wanting to speak but unable to say anything.