I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 53

Don’t want to take action

“That’s not right.” Wan Qiongju pressed Qiu Yin’an’s hand and stopped Qiu Yin’an from leaning forward. He held up the flame and shined it at the top of Long Yue’s head.

With the help of the light, Qiu Yin’an could see clearly that there was a thin silver chain hanging on Lang Yue’s head.

Wan Qiongju: “Master, I see that Lang Yue is being manipulated.”

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes moved up inch by inch along the silver chain. The end of the chain was hidden in the darkness. If he just stood there, he wouldn’t be able to find out what happened.

Qiu Yin’an hugged Wan Qiongju behind him, holding his breath and concentrating on summoning the two swords. However, the spiritual power in his meridians was severely stagnant at this moment. He gathered his strength for a long time before finally summoning the magic weapon.

As soon as the two swords came out, there was a buzzing sound, and Qiu Yin’an felt a lot more at ease. He raised the sword towards Long Yue, “Who is causing trouble here?”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of robes breaking through the air, and a group of monks wearing ink gauze and gold robes appeared from the darkness, forming an airtight wall in front of Qiu Yin’an and Wan Qiongju in an instant.

The person at the head is Nagakawa.

Holding the witch flag in his hand, Chang Chuan walked out from the center in a swaggering manner. When he was an arm’s length away from the two of them, he stopped. He shook his head at Qiu Yin’an with an arrogant evil smile on his face, “Xian Zun Mu Yang, you are well.”

“In order to seek revenge on me, you can actually track me here?” A cold scoff escaped Qiu Yin’an’s throat. He glanced at the scar on Chang Chuan’s hand with his eyes slightly lowered. That wound was left by stabbing Chang Chuan on the white cliff of Hanling Mountain.

“Why, is your hand healed?” Qiu Yin asked contemptuously, and then laughed mockingly, “It recovered much faster than I expected.”

The evil smile on Changchuan’s face stopped abruptly. His white teeth were gritted loudly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with hatred. “Last time you and Lin Yuxianzun fought two against one, so you had the chance to hurt me. Today I have many people, and the surname is Qiu. Believe it or not, I will chop off one of your hands.”

Before Changchuan finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and the half-arm-long flagpole suddenly burst into golden-black light. The light wrapped around the witch flag and expanded rapidly. In an instant, the square flag grew to be as long as a person.

Qiu Yin’an’s pupils shrank, and the hands holding the two swords tightened unconsciously. He could clearly feel the spiritual power emitted by Wu Qi, and doubts arose in his heart, why was Changchuan not suppressed?Changchuan’s cultivation level is not low.

Could it be that he was the only one suppressing it?

When Qiu Yin’an was confused, Wan Qiongju took a step forward and pressed his shoulders for half a minute. His eyes were like cold knives piercing Changchuan, and his voice was as cold as ice, “Would you like to touch him?”

Wan Qiongju held the soul-protecting lamp in his hand and poured spiritual power into it. The lamp instantly rippled out with a golden-white light wave, illuminating the entire Blood Melted Cave.

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes withdrew from Changchuan and fell back on the soul-protecting lamp in Wan Qiongju’s hand.

Although Wan Qiongju has made great progress, it is somewhat uncertain if he wants to rely on him to defeat these witch cultivators with a soul-protecting lamp alone.

Qiu Yin’an never fought a battle without a chance of winning. He lightly bumped Wan Qiongju’s arm, slowed down his speaking speed, and made his voice sound very calm, “Xiao Wan, you and I have been cultivating together for so many years, and I have seen your progress. I originally planned to let you compete with them a few times and test the newly learned skills, but we haven’t done anything serious yet, so we should put first things first, so we won’t bother with them today.”

After that, Qiu Yin’an turned to look directly at Changchuan. He stood upright, his eyes were firm, and his tone was full of disdain for Changchuan. “Changchuan, if you want to come to me to seek revenge, go out and wait for me. When I finish my work, I will compete with you again. Don’t run away this time. How about we decide the winner?”

Although Qiu Yin’an’s expression did not change, the fingertips holding the two swords tightened slightly under his sleeves. He thought to himself that Changchuan must agree to go out and fight again.

Changchuan sneered, raised his chin and said: “The one named Qiu——”

Before he finished speaking, another wizard came out of the group. He patted Changchuan on the shoulder and made eye contact with Changchuan. “Lord Protector Zuo, don’t forget the purpose of our coming to the Blood Cave today. If you have any grudges, please settle them another day.”

A group of witch cultivators behind him said in unison: “Master Protector, please put the important matters of the witch clan first.”

Changchuan closed his eyes, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and said to his companions behind him: “I know what to do.”

Changchuan reluctantly pushed the flagpole to the ground, and the flag returned to the size of half an arm and rested on his arm. “Qiu, if you hurt my hand, I will never let it go. We will settle this grudge later.”

Qiu Yin’an breathed a sigh of relief quietly. He had a cold face without much expression to avoid exposing any flaws. He replied in a deep voice: “I’m always here for you.”

Qiu Yin was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by Chang Chuan. His heart trembled, “Why, you regretted it?”

Changchuan’s eyes dimmed, and most of the whites of his eyes rolled out, “What did you come to this bloody cave for?”

“It must have nothing to do with you.” Qiu Yin’an’s Adam’s apple rolled up. Naturally, Wu Xiu and the others couldn’t know about setting up an eight-square formation to kill Chen Liang.

“Don’t speak too early, maybe we have the same purpose, otherwise who would meet in this hemolytic cave?” Changchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of temptation in his eyes, “I guess you also want Chenliang’s life, right?”

When Qiu Yin’an heard this, her eyebrows suddenly tightened and her eyelids twitched almost unnoticeably.

Nagachuan also wanted to kill Chenliang?

Killing Chenliang would be harmful rather than beneficial to them. Qiu Yin’an immediately realized that Changchuan was probably testing him.

Qiu Yin’an did not answer Changchuan’s question directly, but asked: “Do you want to kill Chenliang?”

Changchuan opened his arms, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows and asked, “What? Isn’t it possible? Still think we don’t have the strength?”

“That’s not the case.” Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows casually and asked, “Why? If you kill him, you will have no support in the world of cultivation. How will you recover the sect, and how will the soul of your great witch master be resurrected?”

“Ten Liang is too ambitious and wants to plant his own people into our clan. You don’t have to worry about our grudges with him. Since we have someone we want to kill together, we might as well cooperate together.”

Changchuan turned the witch flag in his hand, and Langyue took a few steps forward under the pull of the silver chain. “The pond bell beast is causing trouble, and the eight-square array is difficult to set up. That monster likes the physique of monks the most. I brought it to it. This thing is enough to attract his attention.”

“Do you also know about the Octagonal Formation?” Qiu Yin’an turned to meet Wan Qiongju’s gaze. The only surprised thing he saw in Wan Qiongju’s calm gaze was his own face.

Changchuan seemed to know exactly what he was going to do.

The soul-protecting lamp on Wan Qiongju’s palm was still on, illuminating every expression on his face very clearly. Facing Qiu Yin’an’s doubts, he concentrated for a moment and calmly thought about the reason, “Master, Wan Zongshan has no ability to create such a technique. Maybe our family picked it up from someone else’s. When the witch cultivator destroyed the family, although most of the Kung Fu books were collected by Qingxuan Peak, some of the ones that were wandering around might have been picked up by Wan Zongshan’s predecessors.”

Wan Qiongju glanced at the witch cultivators, then took Qiu Yin’an’s arm and added: “Furthermore, the method of the eight-square array is mysterious, and it does look like a witch cultivator’s technique.”

Qiu Yin’an stared at the hand holding his arm and pondered for a long time, “Qingxuan Peak Xuanji Pavilion has collected spells from various sects, but it does not have this eight-square array. If this spell originated from witch cultivators, this would make sense.”

As soon as Qiu Yin’an finished saying this, Changchuan suddenly sneered, and his voice was filled with coldness and arrogance, “Yes, this eight-square formation is originally a technique of our shaman cultivator lineage. You Wan Zongshan just picked up some fragments and passed it on as a treasure for so many years.”

After hearing Changchuan’s words, the doubts between Qiu Yin’an’s eyebrows gradually disappeared, “Since Wan Zongshan can obtain the fragments of the Eight Directions Formation, it is an opportunity. There is no need for you to say such derogatory words to a descendant of Wan Zongshan here.”

Qiu Yin’an put away his swords and patted Wan Qiongju’s back. Seeing that Wan Qiongju’s face was calm, as if he didn’t hear Changchuan’s disparaging words, he didn’t say any more words of comfort.

Wan Qiongju raised his eyes and looked at Qiu Yin’an and asked: “Master, since this technique was cultivated by their shamans, why don’t we join forces with them, which will make us more sure? How about it?”