Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 1975 - 975: Sect in Turmoil, Disciples Missing?

He let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.

The few Foundation Establishnt disciples behind him hurriedly activated their magic artifacts to attack Luo Qingchen.

Luo Qingchen snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the sword sheath in his hand turning into shadows.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a few muffled sounds, those Foundation Establishnt disciples followed the sa path as their companions, all falling to the ground.

The whole process was swift like a rabbit chasing a bird, taking only a few breaths of ti.

The patrol squad brought by Zhao Qian was completely defeated.

Zhao Qian was both shocked and furious; he hadn’t anticipated Luo Qingchen’s strength to be so formidable.

"Luo Qingchen, don’t you fear sect rules for causing trouble within the sect?"

Zhao Qian shouted sternly, but without confidence.

Luo Qingchen walked slowly to him, looking down at him.

"Sect rules? Did Fang Zhenxiong think of sect rules when he sent you to corner ?"

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Zhao Qian was speechless; he knew he was finished today.

"What do you want?"

Zhao Qian asked through gritted teeth.

Luo Qingchen reached out and took his identity token from Zhao Qian’s waist.

It was a bronze token engraved with "Qingyun Inner Sect Zhao Qian," with special markings on the back, clearly a proof from the sect.

"Tell your recent patrol patterns and the sect’s internal defense distribution."

Luo Qingchen said casually.

Zhao Qian’s face changed.

"You can forget it!"

Luo Qingchen didn’t speak, rely pressing the sword sheath gently against Zhao Qian’s throat.

The cold touch made Zhao Qian shiver all over.

He could feel that Luo Qingchen could take his life at any mont if he wished.

The fear of death quickly enveloped him.

"I’ll say... I’ll say..."

Zhao Qian’s voice quivered slightly.

In the face of the threat of death, so-called loyalty seed so fragile.

Luo Qingchen nodded satisfactorily.

A mont later, he withdrew the sword sheath.

Zhao Qian collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, panting heavily.

Luo Qingchen didn’t look at him again, turning to Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan hidden in the shadows:

"Co out, it’s fine now."

Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan erged from behind the rocks, surprised at the sight of the unconscious patrol disciples and Zhao Qian on the ground.

They hadn’t expected Luo Qingchen to dispatch this patrol squad so easily.

"Senior Brother, you’re amazing!"

Su Xiaowan couldn’t help but exclaim.

Luo Qingchen smiled slightly.

"They were just too weak."

He briefly shared the sect token and patrol pattern information he obtained from Zhao Qian with the two won.

"With these, it’ll be much easier for us to infiltrate the sect."

Lin Wan’er looked at the fallen Zhao Qian and asked:

"What about him?"

Luo Qingchen glanced at Zhao Qian, his eyes flickering with coldness.

"He’s still useful."

He took out an Elixir from his storage bag and forced it into Zhao Qian’s mouth.

"What is...this?"

Zhao Qian asked fearfully.

"An Elixir that will temporarily make you lose so mories."

Luo Qingchen said calmly.

"When you wake up, you’ll only rember that during your patrol, you accidentally triggered so ancient restriction, causing the whole team to fall unconscious."

Zhao Qian’s eyes gradually turned dazed, eventually losing consciousness completely.

Luo Qingchen applied the sa thod to the other unconscious disciples.

After finishing all this, he said to Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan:

"Let’s go. We must enter the sect before dawn."

The trio set off again, heading stealthily toward Qingyun Sect.

This ti, with Zhao Qian’s identity token and patrol pattern, avoiding other patrol teams beca much easier.

However, Luo Qingchen’s heart did not relax at all.

From Zhao Qian’s mouth, he learned that the sect’s internal vigilance was even stricter than he had imagined.

Fang Zhenxiong seed to be plotting a larger sche, and their infiltration into the sect was undoubtedly akin to seeking skin with a tiger.

The road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers.

But Luo Qingchen’s gaze grew even more resolute.

No matter how many challenges and obstacles lie ahead, he must find Heavenly Desperate Cliff, gather the seven Star Map fragnts, and unveil all the secrets.

The night remained deep, but Luo Qingchen knew dawn would eventually co.

And before this dawn arrives, they must carve a path of blood in the darkness.

Qingyun Sect, he was back.

This ti, he will stir up the sect’s storm.

Fang Zhenxiong, are you ready?

A cold smile curved the corners of Luo Qingchen’s mouth.

His grudge with Fang Zhenxiong’s faction was becoming deeper.

However, this was just the beginning.

The real contest is yet to co.

He could sense that the tension within the sect was not rely due to the threat of the Black-clothed Cultivator.

Behind this, there seed to be a deeper crisis lurking.

And Heavenly Desperate Cliff might be the key to unraveling all the mysteries.

The morning mist had yet to completely disperse, and the Qingyun Sect mountain gate was already shrouded in a murderous atmosphere.

The usually bustling mountain gate square now seed a bit deserted, with only squads of vigilant mountain guard disciples patrolling back and forth.

At the entrance to the mountain gate, multiple checkpoints were set up, and every disciple entering or exiting the sect had to undergo strict interrogation.

Luo Qingchen, Lin Wan’er, and Su Xiaowan changed into ordinary Qingyun Sect Outer Disciple attire, their faces were slightly disguised using Su Xiaowan’s special potion, making their appearance slightly different, less noticeable.