Chapter 33: Old Man Yang

Hearing the words of the blood-colored figure, Ouyang Yin hurriedly picked up Ouyang Yuan and was about to fly away. His identity had been exposed, and it was naturally impossible for him to continue as the governor of Tianshui County.

Ouyang Yuan had long wanted to leave this accursed place. Yang Zhenhai's oppressive aura was like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. Moreover, Yang Zhenhai's unmasked intense killing intent had almost frightened him to death.

But just as Ouyang Yuan was about to leave with Ouyang Yin, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his thigh. Turning his head, he saw that Liu Tianyao was tightly hugging his thigh.

"Brother Yuan, take me with you!" Liu Tianyao's eyes were filled with desperate pleading. Given her actions against Chu Jianqiu, staying behind would certainly not end well for her.

Ouyang Yuan was about to kick her away. He was struggling to save himself and had no time to think about Liu Tianyao. Besides, if it weren't for Liu Tianyao's decision to spare Chu Jianqiu's life, which planted this hidden danger, none of this would have happened today.

However, before he could kick her, Ouyang Yin grabbed Liu Tianyao from the ground, lifted both of them, and flew towards the blood-colored figure in the sky.

Liu Tianyao, after all, was a genius with the Xuan-stage Three Yin Bloodline. Taking her away could add a great powerhouse to the Blood Fiend Sect's future.

Moreover, this woman had a vicious heart, making her a natural candidate for the evil path. Ouyang Yin would not miss such a "precious talent." If well-cultivated, she would be a significant asset to him.

Ouyang Yin, carrying Ouyang Yuan and Liu Tianyao, followed the blood-colored figure and disappeared in an instant.

In the seating area of the governor's mansion, Ouyang Lan's face turned pale and her heart felt dead when she saw Ouyang Yin prefer to take Liu Tianyao away rather than her, and he did not even glance at her before disappearing.

Her talent was mediocre, and she was a concubine's daughter, never favored by her father. She never expected Ouyang Yin to be so heartless, completely disregarding her as a daughter.

Yang Zhenhai watched the four figures leave but ultimately did not make a move. To kill Ouyang Yuan and endanger the entire city, Yang Zhenhai could not bring himself to do it.

Luo Xiuyong, who had narrowly escaped death, was drenched in cold sweat.

The appearance of the blood-colored figure was no coincidence. Ouyang Yuan's participation in the Xuanjian Sect's recruitment test now seemed to be a trap set by the Blood Fiend Sect.

Luo Xiuyong bowed to Yang Zhenhai and said, "Thank you, Senior, for your assistance!"

If it weren't for Yang Zhenhai, none of them might have survived today.

Yang Zhenhai waved his hand, glanced north, and laughed heartily. "Go tell Old Zuoqiu that he owes me a huge favor today." With that, he vanished into the sky, his hearty laughter echoing over Tianshui City for a long time.

Everyone's faces showed envy. This was the demeanor of a Sea Transformation Realm powerhouse, able to traverse the air and come and go freely.

Luo Xiuyong wiped his cold sweat again. The old man Zuoqiu of the Xuanjian Sect seemed to be the only one, and if he reported back like this, he would probably be sitting on a cold bench for the rest of his life.

Not long after Yang Zhenhai left, a blue figure appeared from the north.

Everyone was startled; another Sea Transformation Realm powerhouse.

Their hearts felt like they could not take any more. The shocks and thrills of today seemed to surpass their entire lives.

When the blue figure hovered in the air, they saw it was a middle-aged beauty in black clothing.

"What happened?"

The middle-aged beauty in black looked at Luo Xiuyong on the platform and asked calmly. She had rushed over upon receiving Luo Xiuyong's urgent message.

Luo Xiuyong bowed and recounted the events.

After listening to Luo Xiuyong, the black-clad beauty frowned slightly. The Blood Fiend Sect's move was truly insidious. If they had succeeded, the Xuanjian Sect would have suffered a great calamity.

The black-clad beauty snorted coldly. To protect this pawn, the Blood Fiend Sect had truly gone all out, even sending a Sea Transformation Realm powerhouse to risk entering the Xuanjian Sect's territory.

The black-clad beauty looked in the direction Yang Zhenhai had left and snorted again. "Old man Yang, you run pretty fast. Otherwise, I would have settled old accounts with you. What a wily old man, no wonder you've been out of sight for so many years, hiding in this remote place."

Luo Xiuyong, hearing the black-clad beauty's words, started wiping his sweat again. Who was this Senior Yang? He had never heard of such a person in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"You said his bloodline is of the middle-grade Heavenly level, and he has already opened nineteen meridians?" The black-clad beauty pointed at Chu Jianqiu and asked Luo Xiuyong.

"Yes!" Luo Xiuyong replied respectfully.

The black-clad beauty flashed to the platform and examined Chu Jianqiu. He had clear features and looked quite handsome, quite pleasing to the eye.

Chu Jianqiu felt a bit uneasy under her cold gaze.

"Young man, kowtow and become a disciple. From today on, you are a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect's Fourth Peak." The black-clad beauty suddenly said to Chu Jianqiu.

Chu Jianqiu was taken aback. This was a bit too sudden, and the process seemed a bit off.

Luo Xiuyong's forehead was drenched in sweat again. He seemed to be sweating out his entire life's worth in one day.

"Peak Master Cui, this seems a bit irregular," Luo Xiuyong said hesitantly.

Usually, during the recruitment every ten years, the disciples were first taken back to the sect and further evaluated to decide who would enter the inner sect and who would stay in the outer sect.

During this process, the various peak masters of the Xuanjian Sect would also select some outstanding disciples to take under their wings. Those chosen would leap from the outer sect to the inner sect, directly becoming true disciples.

However, such disciples were rare, with only one or two per session, and sometimes none for several sessions.

But this selection was a two-way process, not just the master choosing the disciple, but the disciple also choosing the master.

For exceptionally talented disciples, the various peak masters would vie for them, and the chosen disciple's preference would determine which peak they joined. The peak masters would offer generous conditions to attract the disciples, and the chosen disciple would become a disciple of that peak.

Chu Jianqiu's talent would definitely cause a scramble among the Xuanjian Sect's peaks. If he were taken under the black-clad beauty's wing now, the other peaks would certainly blame Luo Xiuyong, the head elder in charge of recruitment.

Luo Xiuyong was just a minor elder and could not afford to offend the leaders of the various peaks. He would likely be sitting on a cold bench for the rest of his life.