Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

The leader of the Bidong Sect asked, "What's the matter?"

Xie Qingyao said, "I have already found out where the ancient magic weapon appeared in the world."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

The owner of Penglai Island put down his teacup, and his face, which had always been calm, became a little serious.

The ancient magic weapon is extremely evil and wicked. If it is used by someone with evil intentions, it will inevitably cause devastating harm.

The immortal cultivation world is afraid of it, so they have been looking for its traces, and have lost many disciples as a result.

As for what to do with it after finding it, each sect also had their own ulterior motives, which was why they were initially reluctant to tell Xie Qingyao the news of the appearance of the ancient magic weapon.

The leader of the Jingming Dao said anxiously, "Master Xie, please stop keeping us in suspense at this time. Tell us where the magic weapon is now."

The leader of the Bidong Sect narrowed his eyes and asked, "Could it be that it is already in the hands of Sect Leader Xie?"

The leaders of other sects also had various speculations.

The leader of Biyun Mountain raised his hand and soothed him, "Don't be anxious. Wait until Sect Master Xie finishes speaking."

Xie Qingyao said: "The ancient magic weapon is in the hands of that evil creature Chu Yu."

The leader of Nanwu Sect asked: "The demon spy from your Qingwei Sect?"

Xie Qingyao's face was serious, and his moon-white Taoist robe looked particularly solemn under the candlelight in the hall. "Indeed, this is not just a matter for my Qingwei Sect. We need all the sects to work together to kill that evildoer and seize his magic weapon."

The hall instantly became quiet, and the eyes of the sect leaders flickered - the righteous cause of killing the new Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, coupled with the temptation of seizing the magic weapon, made them somewhat waver.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, illuminating the faces of the people, some solemn and some greedy.

Finally, the Penglai Island Master sighed and nodded slowly, "Well... Thank you, Sect Master. Please tell us what your plans are so we can help you."

Xie Qingyao: "We have combined the strength of the ten sects, using the ancient artifact Five Dragon Wheel as the core of the formation, to set up a demon-suppressing formation."

As soon as Xie Qingyao finished speaking, the candlelight in the hall jumped suddenly, reflecting the look of shock on everyone's faces with exceptional clarity.

The Five Dragon Wheel and the Demon Subduing Formation are both powerful weapons passed down from ancient times to suppress demons.

The former, forged from the remnant souls of five divine dragons, can channel the righteous energy of heaven and earth to suppress all evil. The latter requires the spiritual energy of ten sects to guide it. When the formation is completed, all demons within a thousand miles will be strangled and their souls will be shattered.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for your generosity." The Bidong Sect's Sect Master stroked the rim of his teacup, a calculating look in his eyes. "The Five Dragon Wheel has been severely depleted of its spiritual power since it sealed the Demon God ten thousand years ago. Now, if we want to activate it as the center of the formation, I'm afraid it will cost us ten sects a lot of our resources, right?"

The Master of the Pure Bright Dao could no longer contain himself and stood up, saying, "What's a little background worth? That demonic spy now possesses an ancient demonic weapon. If he becomes powerful, our world of immortal cultivators will be in calamity! Although the Demon Subduing Formation will cost a lot, it will eliminate future troubles forever, so it's worth it!"

The Nanwu Sect leader pondered, "It's just that... once the Demon Subduing Formation is activated, it will be a situation of destruction for all. We've all reached the Divine Transformation stage, so it's not a big deal, but I'm afraid many of our disciples will be injured."

"It doesn't matter."

Xie Qingyao's tone was as cold as ice, and his hands slowly clenched under his moon-white Taoist robe.

"To protect the righteous path of the immortal world, some sacrifices are unavoidable. Moreover, as long as we can seize the ancient magic weapon, my Qingwei Sect is willing to hand it over to the nine of you for joint custody. At that time, the spiritual power contained in the magic weapon will be shared equally among the nine sects."

These words were like a stone dropped into still water, instantly creating ripples in the hearts of the sect leaders.

Divide the benefits of the magic weapon equally?

This means that even if the sect's foundation is depleted now, it can be replenished from magic weapons in the future, and it may even make the sect stronger than before.

Moreover, the magic weapon in their hands can compete with the Five Dragon Wheel, and the Qingwei Sect can no longer dominate the world.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a loss.

The hesitation in everyone's eyes faded, and gradually a bit of eagerness ignited.

The owner of Penglai Island picked up the teacup and stroked the warm rim with his fingertips, but he did not drink a sip. He just looked at the swaying tea leaves in the cup.

He said calmly, "The Demon Subduing Formation requires the personal infusion of spiritual energy from the ten sect masters to activate, and it requires careful planning. Sect Master Xie, you are so confident... Aren't you afraid that the demon Chu Yu will notice something strange and refuse to enter the formation?"

"He will come." A cold light flashed in Xie Qingyao's eyes. "What you all don't know is that this evil creature has someone he cares about, and he is currently being held in the Qingwei Sect's Immortal Prison."

According to Gu Qianmeng, that evil boy seemed to be deeply in love with Shen Zhaozhao, and it could even be said that she was his weak spot.

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The cold air in the immortal prison was wrapped in the chill of thousand-year-old jade, which seeped into the clothes and pricked the bones.

Shen Zhaozhao curled up on the stone floor with her back to the prison door, the black iron chain dragging a shallow mark on her back.

Footsteps could be heard from the end of the corridor, accompanied by the teasing voice of the guarding disciple: "Brother Shi, are you here to pick a fight again? Junior Sister Shen has already been imprisoned, and you won't let her go."

Everyone in the sect knew that Shi Yu always loved to go against Shen Zhaozhao - he threw stones when she practiced sword, knocked over the inkstone when she drew talismans, and even before fasting, he would rush to the dining hall to get the last bowl of lotus seed soup before her.

Now that he is in this immortal prison, he comes here more frequently.

"Stop talking nonsense." Shi Yu's voice was a bit youthful and lively as he said, "Give me today's restricted patrol records."

"Yes," the disciple replied with a smile. After rummaging around for a while, he added, "Everything is normal. It's just that Junior Sister Shen has been huddled in a corner. The prison is cold, so she might have caught a cold."

"understood."

The next moment, the lock of the prison door turned, and with a light "click", the iron door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in with a familiar breath.

Shen Zhaozhao still had her back to him, huddled in a small ball in the dim light. She didn't even stir when she heard footsteps, only saying sullenly, "Didn't I tell you not to come? Are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Hey, you really don't know how to appreciate kindness—"

Shi Yu originally wanted to argue with her as he did before, but looking at the back of Shen Zhaozhao's hands that were frozen purple, he lowered his voice.

"The cold jade in this prison will absorb spiritual energy. Even a Jindan stage cultivator would not be able to withstand it if he stayed there for a long time."

Shen Zhaozhao felt a fluffy thing being gently placed on her - it was a white fox cloak, the fur was as soft as clouds, and as soon as it touched her skin, it spread a warmth, obviously warmed by spiritual power.

Shi Yu said, "Actually, I came here today because I have some news to tell you. Senior Brother and Fellow Daoist Gu are getting married soon, and the wedding date is set for the sixth day of March."

"What?" Shen Zhaozhao turned around, eyes wide and shocked. "You mean Senior Brother and... Gu Qianmeng?"

Shi Yu nodded: "Yes, it's the day agreed upon by Master and the Sect Master of Biyun Mountain."

Shen Zhaozhao asked suspiciously, "Brother, are you willing?"

Shi Yu: "I'm willing. The arrow you shot at Senior Brother almost cost him half his life. It's Fellow Daoist Gu who has been taking care of him these past few days."

Shen Zhaozhao pursed her lips. She recalled the day when Gu Qianmeng cast a spell on Xie Yanshu's forehead, and she had a feeling that something was fishy.

It's less than a month away from the sixth day of March. Even if this matter seems strange, if Xie Yanshu really gets married to Gu Qianmeng, what should Yu Miaoyi do who is far away in Jian'an City?

"Shi Yu, have you noticed anything wrong with my brother?"

Shi Yu thought for a moment and said, "I've visited my senior brother a few times. He's been having headaches lately and seems to be in a daze. Especially when he mentions the demon clan and marriage, his headaches get worse."

He continued, "You also find it strange, don't you? I remember that when Senior Brother went down the mountain to train, he had a mortal companion. I mentioned it to him the other day, and he fainted from the pain. I never dared to mention it again."

Shen Zhaozhao confirmed his guess.

The headache meant that Xie Yanshu's consciousness might be fighting against Gu Qianmeng's evil magic. It was unknown whether he could wake up before the sixth day of March.

Shen Zhaozhao thought secretly, but saw that Shi Yu seemed to be hesitant to speak, so he asked hesitantly: "Is there anything else?"

Shi Yu stood there, wanting to say something, his eyes swept over the soul-locking chain on her wrist, but in the end he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue - not a single word about those things concerning the Demon Subduing Formation could be mentioned.

"No, I'm leaving first."

When he turned to leave, the black iron dagger at his waist suddenly slipped off and hit the stone slab with a clang.

In the dim light, the outline of the dagger was particularly clear, especially the black jade inlaid on the handle, which emitted a familiar dark glow under the cold light of the jade.

Shen Zhaozhao's gaze was suddenly caught by the dagger, and his pupils suddenly shrank.