Chapter 344: Seeing Blood Concubine Again

Time flew like a shuttle; in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

At night, inside the prefectural government office in Jingzhou City.

In a quiet study, a pot-bellied middle-aged man was sitting before a desk, reviewing a thick stack of official documents with intense concentration.

Suddenly, the originally tightly closed wooden door opened by itself with a 'clatter', swinging from the outside in.

Following this, a gale rose outside the door, and a blurred figure appeared at the entrance like a ghost.

"Who is it?"

The middle-aged man reviewing the documents was startled and stood up straight.

"Prefect Jiang, I heard that your clan elders were once elders of the Qianzhu Sect, yet you are merely a mortal. Have you ever felt unwilling in your heart?" The blurred figure coughed lightly and walked into the study with a trembling gait; it was clearly a Daoist priest wearing a grey Bagua robe and carrying a long sword on his back.

He looked to be in his fifties, his figure withered and his face full of illness, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Who exactly are you? What is the meaning of these words?

Do you not know that the Qianzhu Sect immortals have long had a prohibition: immortals and mortals are separated, and cultivators are strictly forbidden from interfering with the daily operations of the Jingzhou government office, nor are they allowed to contact any officials of the office!" The pot-bellied man heard this and retorted sternly at the Daoist.

"Hehe, Qianzhu Sect?

Now the Qianzhu Sect cannot even protect itself; how could it still care about you mortals?

This Daoist is too lazy to waste words, so I will say it directly: as long as Prefect Jiang is willing to listen to my instructions, I can ensure your family is safe. Otherwise, tonight will be the time your entire family is wiped out." The sickly Daoist said slowly without even blinking.

"The Moluo Sect, or the Heihun Sect?" The pot-bellied man's eyes flashed, and he asked abruptly.

"Oh, Prefect Jiang also knows the name of our Holy Sect; it seems you are not stupid. Not bad, this Daoist indeed comes from the Heihun Sect. As long as you submit to our sect, I will naturally spare your life; otherwise, I can only replace you with someone else to be this Jingzhou Prefect." The sickly Daoist did not answer the question but coughed lightly again. After a gust of wind rolled at the doorway, another figure appeared.

This figure was pot-bellied, and both his face and clothing were exactly the same as Prefect Jiang's, only his face was expressionless.

"Stealing the heavens and changing the day! Replacing the peach with the stiff!"

Prefect Jiang witnessed this scene, and his pupils could not help but shrink.

"Hehe, this Daoist has already shown enough sincerity. What is your reply?" The sickly Daoist stared at Prefect Jiang and said, his gaze as cold as a venomous snake.

Prefect Jiang looked at the person who appeared behind him, who was exactly the same as himself, then looked at the Daoist, and suddenly laughed, saying lightly: "Someone, take them down!"

As soon as the words fell, the walls on both sides of the study burst open simultaneously. Two grey-robed figures flashed out, and as they shook their sleeves, a cyan bamboo sword shot out from each.

One sword flashed and vanished, piercing through the chest of the man impersonating Prefect Jiang, causing the corpse to fall to the ground instantly.

The other cyan flying sword made a crisp 'clang' sound, but just as it shot in front of the sickly Daoist, it was blocked by a crescent moon phantom that suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Green Bamboo Sword, Qianzhu Sect."

The long sword originally on the sickly Daoist's back was now in his hand, and his originally sickly face now had eyes shining with sharp light as he said word by word, his Qi Refinement perfection spiritual pressure fully revealed.

"Qianzhu Sect, Fang Jian."

"Qianzhu Sect, Fei Yidao."

The two grey-robed figures each said coldly, and the spiritual pressure on their bodies was released without concealment; they were clearly late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators. Simultaneously, they formed seals, and the two cyan bamboo swords circled in the air before turning into sheets of sword shadows, slashing straight at the sickly Daoist.

"Mere late-stage Qi Refinement, daring to be rampant in front of this Daoist!" The sickly Daoist laughed wildly, his long sword shook, and another crescent moon phantom condensed from the sword body, crashing directly into the incoming sword shadows.

The two Qianzhu Sect disciples also sneered, and the sword shadows transformed by the cyan bamboo swords flipped again, turning into two giant sword shadows a zhang long, slashing down in a cross at the bright crescent moon.

A loud 'Boom' sound.

As soon as the crescent moon touched the giant swords, it burst open on its own, and countless fragments shot in all directions like sharp blades.

The two giant sword phantoms were shaken away!

The two Qianzhu Sect disciples were startled, and a layer of light screen appeared on their bodies, blocking all the incoming fragments.

In this brief delay, the sickly Daoist's figure 'whooshed' like a crossbow bolt, shooting backward, and in mid-air, he flipped his hand, revealing a yellow talisman, which he stuck onto his body.

"Whoosh—"

A gale rose, sand and stones flew, and the sickly Daoist's figure actually disappeared without a trace in the wind.

"Wind Evasion Technique, chase!"

The two Qianzhu Sect disciples were furious at this sight, their figures flickered, and they also arrived outside the study. One of them raised his hand and released a miniature cyan bamboo boat, which grew wildly in the wind.

The two jumped onto the bamboo boat and chased closely in a certain direction.

Near the study, it became silent again in the blink of an eye.

Prefect Jiang looked at the corpse on the ground, then glanced at the messy ground at the entrance, and could not help but let out a long breath; his originally tense face seemed to relax a little.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked a few steps outside the study and looked out in the direction the bamboo boat had flown.

Just at this moment, the void behind him fluctuated, and a blood-colored short sword flashed out, silently stabbing at Prefect Jiang's back.

"Slap!"

Prefect Jiang did not even look back, his arm moved, and he actually grabbed the blood short sword with a backhand.

The short sword flashed with blood light, struggling desperately between his five fingers like a fish, but it could not leave his palm by even half a bit.

"Blood Concealment Technique, you are the Blood Concubine!"

Prefect Jiang turned around and looked at the motionless corpse on the ground, his face expressionless, but his five fingers exerted force.

With a 'crack' sound, the blood-colored short sword was crushed into two pieces, and the broken sword body dissipated into dots of blood light.

"You are not Prefect Jiang, and you recognize my secret technique; could it be that you are an old acquaintance?"

The corpse on the ground, which seemed dead, sat up silently, and at the same time, its figure and appearance changed in the blink of an eye, turning into a young woman wearing a blood-colored long dress.

She looked to be only in her twenties, but both her features and demeanor were very similar to Lin Xiaofeng, who had fallen in the Jialan Secret Realm.

This woman looked at Prefect Jiang with a smile, but deep in her eyes was a trace of solemnity.

"Qi Refinement perfection, so many years have passed, and you still haven't reached Foundation Establishment; it seems that it is indeed not easy for a rogue cultivator to reach Foundation Establishment." Prefect Jiang's gaze swept over the woman in the red dress, and a strange look appeared on his face. Following this, his clothing and appearance also changed rapidly in a burst of white light, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a young man wearing a cyan robe, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an ordinary face but an unusually tall figure; it was Wang Yu.

The woman in the blood dress on the ground was exactly the Blood Concubine of the Lanshan Four Fiends, who had slaughtered everyone on the Iron Arrow ship many years ago. Only, so many years had passed, and her appearance had almost not changed much, only she looked a bit older.

"You look somewhat familiar... No, you are a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

The Blood Concubine's gaze swept over Wang Yu's face, her brows furrowed slightly, and at the same time, she quietly released her divine sense, but the next moment her face changed drastically, and without thinking, she crushed a blood-colored talisman in her sleeve. ===== CHAPTER 345 =====