Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Change to a New Host

“At a price again?” At the word “price,” Ye Zhao Zhao trembled all over, yet she still asked in her mind: “What price?”

The System spoke softly: “I must use a Secret Art to awaken the power of your bloodline. Then your closest blood relative in this body’s family will sense you and rush over at once. The cost is that your future cultivation will be much harder. But if you absorb the fate of a few prodigies, a comeback is still possible.”

Ye Zhao Zhao’s lips shook. [This body’s talent was never good.] Using that Secret Art would make it even worse. But she had no choice now.

She clenched her teeth and said: “Do it.”

The System added, calm and sure: “Fang Qing Yu came to the Chenrong Kingdom to search for her kin. She left many traces along the way. Her blood relative is likely nearby. When they arrive, you will be saved.”

As it spoke, the System unleashed the Bloodline Secret Art without hesitation. Others could not sense a thing, but this body’s family would feel a pull from the dark. The closer the blood, the stronger the pull.

Peacehaven Town, deep in the forest.

A middle aged man and a cold faced youth searched the paths.

“Qing Yu’s aura was here for sure. Where did the child go?” The man’s eyes flashed with worry.

“Master, if Junior Sister is close, we will find her if we look carefully,” the youth said to comfort him.

“Ling Chuan, among my disciples, only you please me most. I—” The man broke off mid sentence.

His expression changed all at once. In that instant, his bloodline sense grew a thousand times clearer. He felt it in his bones. His daughter, Fang Qing Yu, was nearby.

“Go.” He grabbed Wu Ling Chuan, rose into the sky, and followed the pull.

Soon they met a flying boat speeding through the air. The man’s body shook with excitement. His daughter was inside.

He pushed out spiritual power and forced the flying boat to stop. He called with a hint of hope: “Whoever is inside, come out and speak with me.”

That pressure made Lin Qing Ling frown. She stepped from the cabin, face hardening as her voice turned cold: “Yan Zhong He.”

His face also darkened as he answered with a chill: “Lin Qing Ling.”

They released their auras at the same time. The clash met in the air in an instant. Lin Qing Ling’s face stiffened. In this exchange, she fell behind.

Li Shuang’s brows drew tight. Yan Zhong He. So it was him.

On the Nanlan Continent there were the Six Great Sects. Beneath them, the strongest sect recognized by all was the Tyrant Blade Sect. The man before them was its Sect Master, Yan Zhong He. For years the Sword Sect had moved with care because the Tyrant Blade Sect watched like a tiger.

As time passed, the Tyrant Blade Sect’s overall strength had begun to faintly surpass the Sword Sect. In three years the grand sect tournament would be held. If the Tyrant Blade Sect won, the Sword Sect might be pushed out of the Six Great Sects. If it were honest competition, that would be one thing. But the Tyrant Blade Sect used any means. Many Sword Sect disciples had suffered their dirty tricks while on missions. The grudge between the two sects had only grown.

“Lin Qing Ling, what did you do to my daughter?” Yan Zhong He raised his hand. A thin bloodline thread spread from his palm, pointing straight at Ye Zhao Zhao inside the flying boat.

He gave a light tug.

Ye Zhao Zhao was yanked out at once.

“Yan Zhong He, she is a Devil Path captive taken by my Sword Sect,” Lin Qing Ling said as she drew her sword and slashed the bloodline thread apart.

Her brows knit tighter. [So the body Ye Zhao Zhao seized belongs to Yan Zhong He’s daughter.] This would be trouble.

Seeing Ye Zhao Zhao’s ruined state, Yan Zhong He went mad with anger. He barked: “She is my daughter. How could she be of the Devil Path? Lin Qing Ling, your Sword Sect truly has no bottom line, to lay hands on my child.”

“Father, save me,” Ye Zhao Zhao called at once.

The Sect Master’s Authority Ring on Yan Zhong He’s hand flashed. Ye Zhao Zhao vanished from the boat and, in the blink of an eye, appeared in his arms.

Lin Qing Ling’s face grew even colder as she said: “That ring’s teleport can only be used once a month. Sect Master Yan, to waste it on a Devil Path person is truly laughable.”

“Father, I am not Devil Path. They claim I did a Corpse-Seizing Rebirth. I did not…” Ye Zhao Zhao said with effort.

“I know, child. I know,” Yan Zhong He said, eyes going red as he held her tight. His voice turned icy: “My daughter’s Spirit Body is steady. She looks nothing like someone who seized a body. Your excuse is ridiculous. I will have this out with your Sword Sect.”

Lin Qing Ling gave a cold snort as she said: “The Devil Path has many Secret Arts. A perfect Corpse-Seizing Rebirth is not impossible. To be plain, your daughter’s soul is already occupied by the Sword Sect traitor Ye Zhao Zhao. If you take her away by force, your Tyrant Blade Sect will know no peace.”

“How absurd. Do you have proof?” Yan Zhong He stared her down.

“Kill her,” Lin Qing Ling said without a blink. “If she is of the Devil Path, signs will show after death.”

“And if she is not?” Yan Zhong He asked with a sharp laugh.

“If she is not, I, Lin Qing Ling, will pay with my life,” Lin Qing Ling answered at once.

Yan Zhong He’s pupils shrank. To pay with her life was no small vow. If she truly wanted to frame Qing Yu, she had no need to risk this much.

Ye Zhao Zhao grew anxious and cried in pain: “Father, do you doubt me too? If so, just kill me.”

Big tears rolled from her eyes. Yan Zhong He’s heart twisted. He hurried to say: “Of course Father believes you.”

He lifted his gaze and said flatly to Lin Qing Ling: “My daughter’s life is worth more to me than yours. Lin Qing Ling, my daughter is badly hurt. I will not fight you today. But later, I will demand an answer from your Sword Sect.”

He gave Li Shuang and the others a cold look: “Your Sword Sect has fallen. Your strongest among the young is Jiang Rong Yi, yes? Too bad he was beaten years ago by my chief disciple, Ren Gu. My second disciple, Wu Ling Chuan, is about to break through to the Divine Transformation Stage. And your disciples? Looking them over, only Luo Ming Yue barely counts.”

With a mocking smile he added: “In three years, at the grand competition, I will drive your Sword Sect out of the Six Great Sects.”

At his side, Wu Ling Chuan said coolly: “The injury you dealt my Junior Sister today, I will repay a hundredfold on the arena.”

Ye Zhao Zhao groaned in Yan Zhong He’s arms. “We are leaving,” Yan Zhong He said, heart aching. He took Wu Ling Chuan and left at once.

[It should be safe now.] Ye Zhao Zhao let out a slow breath, then could not help looking at Wu Ling Chuan.

She had saved her life, but her meridians were ruined, her dantian broken, and her talent dropped to the bottom. Worst of all, she could no longer return to the Sword Sect. That meant she could not parasitize Li Shuang anymore.

So, should she pick a new host?

Ye Zhao Zhao stared straight at Wu Ling Chuan.