Chapter 271

The Great Ming Hengshan Sect has presented the Youth-Preserving Pill to the imperial court!

As soon as this news broke, the world erupted in uproar.

Some were astonished, some confused, some angry, some displeased.

And so on, endlessly.

As for the reason.

Naturally, because the current Great Ming dynasty, though still a dynasty, is no longer the same.

It would not be an exaggeration to say it is a vassal of the Qinglong Society!

Imagine this.

Once the Youth-Preserving Pill falls into their hands, will it ever be returned?

This is also the primary reason most martial artists are furious and displeased.

After all, before this.

No matter how slim the chance.

At least everyone still had hope.

Now things have turned out this way.

They've left not even a shred of opportunity.

Who could possibly be happy?!

Of course.

Among them, some of Yilin's admirers raised both hands in full support.

Because they had not forgotten.

Yilin's greatest trait is compassion.

Pure, genuine goodness, utterly free of ulterior motives.

All she seeks is to reduce killing and death.

Tell me.

Who could remain unmoved by such a gentle soul?!

However.

As the object of the world's gossip,

Yilin, though reciting sutras, now seemed distracted.

Deep within, she felt something terrible was about to happen.

Suddenly!

With a soft plop,

the Buddhist prayer beads in Yilin's hand scattered across the floor.

Her slender frame trembled slightly.

Yilin opened her eyes in alarm.

Her beautiful dark brows furrowed slightly.

She was about to rise and pick up the beads,

when a clamor arose outside the door.

Immediately after,

a figure sprinted in from outside, gasping for breath as she urged:

"It's bad, Sister! A witch outside wants to capture you!"

"Master tells you to flee at once!"

Yilin froze.

Hearing the fierce battle sounds outside,

without a moment's thought, she stepped out quickly.

The nun who brought the warning hurried after her.

Soon,

the two arrived at the scene.

"Didn't I tell you to run away immediately? Why did you come back?!"

Noticing them,

Abbess Dingyi frowned in displeasure and rebuked.

It was precisely this moment of distraction

that Shi Guanyin seized.

With a casual palm strike, she slammed it toward Dingyi's chest.

It was clear to see,

if this palm landed,

even if she didn't die, she'd be gravely wounded.

"Master, watch out!"

Yilin and the others turned pale and cried out in unison.

They didn't need to shout.

Long before the palm struck, Abbess Dingyi had sensed danger.

But the problem was.

While mid-air, even if she wanted to borrow force, there was nothing to borrow it from.

Added to that, she had just been distracted a moment ago.

Now, even if she wanted to dodge, she couldn't.

She clenched her teeth.

She could only summon every ounce of strength she had and forcibly twist her body sideways.

Thud!

As her shoulder was struck.

Abbess Dingyi flew backward like a kite with its string cut, sent hurtling through the air in an instant.

"Master!"

Yilin and the others cried out in alarm and hurried over.

"I had Jingyi tell you to run quickly—why didn't you listen?"

Thin trails of fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Abbess Dingyi said, her face pale.

Her voice sounded faint and listless.

"I..."

Yilin faltered, lowering her head guiltily.

She knew.

This matter was very likely because of her.

Otherwise.

Her Master would not have had her senior sister bring word telling her to flee.

And the more so it was, the more guilty she felt.

Because if it weren't for her.

The Hengshan Sect would not have suffered this calamity.

And her Master would not now be injured.

"Sigh~ you, child..."

Seeing her like this, Abbess Dingyi could not help but let out a sigh.

As the head of a sect.

She naturally would not shift the blame onto her disciples.

She only felt a certain helplessness.

If only she were a little stronger.