After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

Two days ago, the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Zu Yang led the Qingyun Sword Sect and the Tianyan Sect to set up camp outside the Baihua Sect.

The Hundred Flowers Sect has completely changed, forcing Zu Yang to treat it with caution.

Centered on this sect, all towns within a radius of twenty or thirty miles were deserted.

The entire area was like a dead land, with no living creatures surviving.

Many places showed signs of a struggle, but no bodies were found.

They had been investigating so extensively for so long, but the Hundred Flowers Sect hadn't reacted at all.

"It can't be that there's no one left in this sect, can it?"

Zu Yang stood at the door and released his divine sense to investigate.

He could sense a strange power that was isolating his consciousness from the outside world.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through that thin barrier.

As a result, he had no way of knowing the situation within the Hundred Flowers Sect.

"It seems that the only way is to go in and investigate the situation ourselves."

Zu Yang withdrew his divine sense and let out a long sigh.

He took out the pill that Chu Luo had given him from his storage ring and put it in his mouth.

The spiritual energy contained in the elixir flowed down his throat into his abdomen, forming a powerful protective shield that enveloped his spiritual sea.

"The Demonic Language Worm parasitizes the spiritual sea of ​​cultivators, and this pill really does have that effect."

Zu Yang was surprised as he sensed the changes in his spiritual sea.

"I didn't expect that I still underestimated Junior Sister Chu."

"Senior brother, shall I go in with you?"

Zhao Jingren walked to Zu Yang's side, staring longingly at the remaining pills in Zu Yang's hand.

He had finally encountered something interesting, and he didn't want to stay in the back and be carried by his senior brother.

After a moment's thought, Zu Yang tossed Zhao Jingren a Spirit Protection Pill.

"You can come in with me, but you must follow my instructions in all actions. Can you do that?"

Zhao Jingren nodded nonchalantly, muttering to himself.

How come my senior brother is just like Chu Luobai? He's already at the Dao Integration Realm, not some clueless greenhorn.

Is it really necessary to deliberately remind yourself of this...?

Is there anything I can do to help?

Xu Zhong stepped forward, his brows furrowed as he stared at the gate of the Hundred Flowers Sect in the distance. The blood-like mist always gave him an indescribable sense of fear.

Fu Xiu's combat strength is average, not to mention that these are all people from the Tianyan Sect.

As the team leader, Zu Yang would never allow Fu Xiu to take risks with him.

"The situation inside is unclear, and it might be dangerous for us to go in and explore. I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Xu to set up a restrictive formation outside the Hundred Flowers Sect."

"If any demonic cultivator manages to escape, trap him immediately."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Without joining the Hundred Flowers Sect, everything is negotiable.

"Of course, we will not let the thieves leave so easily."

Zu Yang nodded, gave a few more instructions to the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and then led Zhao Jingren toward the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Just as they approached the gate of the Hundred Flowers Sect, a creaking sound came from within.

The dark red door opened automatically.

A gust of cold wind blew in, revealing the entire scene inside.

It was not the desolate scene or hell on earth that I had imagined.

Behind the dark red gate lies a scene of blooming flowers.

Flowers of various colors clustered together, blooming on the ground and walls...

At first glance, apart from these flowers, the original building is no longer visible.

A rich fragrance wafted on the wind, instantly filling the noses of Zu Yang and Zhao Jingren.

Neither of them expected this scene behind the door.

Zu Yang instinctively covered his mouth and nose.

But he soon realized that the fragrance was just a very ordinary floral scent, without any side effects.

In such a setting, ordinary flowers and their fragrance become the most eerie presence.

"Come in, the flowers are fine."

Just as Zu Yang was hesitating about whether to clear away the flowers, a dry, hoarse voice came from afar.

The voice was so strange that Zu Yang couldn't tell whether it was a male or female voice for a moment.

"Fellow Daoists of the Hundred Flowers Sect, now that you know we're here, why hide?"

Zu Yang spoke loudly, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

"I..."

"We can't get out."

The sound came again, this time even clearer.

"Can't get out? Is something trapping you?"

As Zu Yang spoke, he released his divine sense again, attempting to probe the situation inside.

This time, however, he was still enveloped in a thick fog, making it impossible for him to see clearly what was real and what was not.

"Trapped? No, not trapped."

The voice sounded puzzled, and then a sharp shriek exploded from inside the house.

Boom!

The doors and windows, which were originally tightly closed, were pushed open with great force, colliding with the walls and making a piercing sound.

Outside of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

The disciple who was setting up the formation was startled by the sudden noise and his hand trembled.

Xu Zhong looked worriedly at the sky above the Hundred Flowers Sect. The pervasive red mist transformed into a ghostly figure and surged towards the sect.

"You two, please come back safely."

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, then raised his voice.

"Speed ​​up! Set up the formation as quickly as possible, don't let the demonic cultivator escape!"

The other disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect also gripped their longswords tightly, ready for battle.

Be prepared to deal with demons that may escape from the building at any time.

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Inside Baihua Sect.

Zu Yang released a sword aura, which cleared a path through the sea of ​​flowers on the ground.

Apart from the cracked floor tiles, there were no signs of danger left on the ground.

"This sea of ​​flowers is really fine..."

Zu Yang frowned and took the lead in walking towards the main hall not far away.

Having come this far, he was determined to see for himself whether the beings in that hall were human or ghosts.

Zhao Jingren followed closely behind, gripping his longsword tightly in his right hand, his spiritual energy circulating continuously throughout his body.

As you enter the main hall, the red mist gradually dissipates.

The true form of that voice was also revealed to Zu Yang.

The person in front of me can perhaps no longer be called a human being.

A cultivator who could barely be identified as human was entangled in countless vines.

Her body had completely grown together with those strange plants, the unopened buds at the ends of the plants drooping down, their colors alluring.

"Hehe, you're surprised to see me like this, aren't you?"

The man spoke, his voice as distorted and hoarse as before, completely unlike anything a human could produce.

Zu Yang's gaze fell on the man's neck, where he had been completely assimilated by plants.

Every time the other person spoke, the plants over there would tremble slightly.

"Who are you? Why...?"

The horrific scene stunned Zu Yang; the person and the vines covering her body occupied most of the room.

"I am..."

The man's dazed eyes suddenly regained a glimmer of light.

"The Sect Master of the Hundred Flowers Sect..."

"Please, kill me."