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The disciples from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts have at least twenty spirit beasts participating in the competition, all of which are of grade five or above. If they all go berserk, I'm afraid most of the disciples will be injured!

Moreover, the spiritual herbs and spirit beast meat here are all uniformly distributed by the Qingyun Sect, indicating that the number of spirit beasts that have consumed the Mad Demon Grass is difficult to estimate.

Xie Wanning realized the seriousness of the problem. She hurriedly put all the food for the spirit beasts into a wooden bucket, picked up the bucket, and rushed back to where Xiao Shuo and the others were.

at the same time.

"Elder Zhao, everyone has come to Qingyun Sect with the sincere intention of participating in the sect competition. We all hope to maintain a friendly relationship with Qingyun Sect and naturally have no objection to Qingyun Sect's rules. However, as an elder responsible for maintaining order, it is really impolite for you to treat us, the guests of Qingyun Sect, with swords drawn." Qin Muyang smiled slightly and gently fanned himself with his folding fan.

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhao forced himself to calm down. He was not facing a disciple of the Qingyun Sect and did not have the right to punish arbitrarily, so he could not resort to violence for the time being.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, don't stop me! This guy injured my junior sister, and I must avenge her!" Xiao Shuo said through gritted teeth, the crimson lion beside him tensing up, ready to leap out at any moment.

Qin Muyang narrowed his eyes slightly, using the handle of his fan to block Xiao Shuo's view, and lowered his voice: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, are you sure you want to openly confront Elder Zhao with your junior brothers and sisters behind you? We are all senior brothers of the sect, and we bear more than just our own lives on our shoulders. Xiao Shuo, calm down."

Xiao Shuo's face flashed with astonishment and surprise, but he eventually regained his composure. He was not only Su Anying's senior brother, but also the senior brother of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts. If he rushed towards Elder Zhao now, his junior brothers and sisters would surely follow him. He certainly possessed the strength of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator and could fight Elder Zhao, but what if, in the battle, his disciples couldn't withstand Elder Zhao's attacks and were unfortunately injured or even killed? How could he explain this to his master, or to his junior brothers and sisters who trusted him?

Qin Muyang's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Xiao Shuo's raging fire, instantly calming him down.

"Alright, Junior Sister was injured by Elder Zhao, and the Qingyun Sect must give an explanation." Xiao Shuo said coldly to Elder Zhao while stroking the crimson lion to calm it down.

“Of course.” Elder Zhao was not an unreasonable person, and he also felt ashamed about accidentally injuring Su Anying. However, a mad spirit beast was not allowed in the Qingyun Sect; this was a rule and a way to protect the other disciples.

"Xiao Shuo, this black ox cannot be allowed to live." Elder Zhao's attitude was very clear: if this black ox did not leave Qingyun Sect today, then even if he complained to Yan Ze, he would not compromise.

Xiao Shuo looked at Black Bull, the spirit pet he had given to his junior sister on the day she came of age. Although Black Bull had a bad temper, it would only bark a few times at most and had never gone crazy like it did today.

In the eyes of beast cultivators, a maddened spirit beast is an untamable creature that will be abandoned by its master. Moreover, the black bull crashed into a wall at the Qingyun Sect, injuring people and causing Junior Sister to be injured because of it. If Master finds out about this, he will surely kill the black bull.

Unless Black Bull helps his junior sister win a prize in the sect competition, it is doomed.

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth and shook his head, saying, "Elder Zhao, A Niu doesn't usually go crazy. There must be some misunderstanding."

"You mean this beast is usually well-behaved in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, but goes berserk in my Qingyun Sect? Are you going to shift the blame to the Qingyun Sect? My Qingyun Sect acts with integrity and would never plot against this beast." Elder Zhao was unwilling to waste any more words with Xiao Shuo, his tone clearly sarcastic.

However, despite Elder Zhao's harsh words, Xiao Shuo did not know how to refute them. Black Bull had indeed gone mad and injured people, and he could not find a reason to say that it was the responsibility of Qingyun Sect.

Seeing that Xiao Shuo had nothing to say, Elder Zhao chuckled and finally decided on the fate of the black bull: "This black bull is inherently vicious and may become a magical beast in the future. It's better to kill it on the spot and eliminate a potential threat."

In the eyes of cultivators, spirit beasts have only two fates: either become obedient spirit beasts, or have their spirit pills dug out, their spirit beasts skinned, and their spirit flesh divided to become nourishment for cultivators' cultivation.

Beast cultivators tend to show more care and concern for spirit beasts, treating them as partners or even family. However, in the eyes of other cultivators, spirit beasts are merely animals to be slaughtered.

Many sect disciples who were watching agreed with Elder Zhao's decision, while constantly cursing Black Bull.

"That beast overturned my alchemy furnace. I could kill it hundreds of times over and it wouldn't be a pity."

"Exactly, it's just a cow, what's the big deal? Someone actually took a knife for it, how foolish!"

"Hurry up and kill this cow, I'm getting sleepy and need to go back to sleep early."

……

Xiao Shuo clenched his fists. He understood the importance of this black bull in his junior sister's heart. If his junior sister woke up and found that the bull she had risked her life to protect was dead, he didn't know how heartbroken she would be.

He promised his junior sister that he would protect Ah Niu, and he was determined to keep his word.

Xiao Shuo stood in front of Black Bull, motionless as if rooted to the spot, and said firmly, "Elder Zhao, if you want to kill A Niu, you'll have to get past me first."

Elder Zhao sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a violent gust of wind sent Xiao Shuo flying to the side. He was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, so naturally he wasn't afraid of a mere personal disciple.

"Moo~" Ah Niu cried out sadly, glancing at the unconscious Su Anying.

Its eyes still burned with a frenzied red, but it suppressed its maddening desires, trembling all over. In front of everyone, it bent its front legs and knelt before Elder Zhao, begging Elder Zhao to spare it.

It only spent three years with its young owner, and it didn't want to leave him so soon.

It will behave well from now on, and will not steal its owner's pastries, will not run around, and will not moo in the middle of the night when it is hungry, waking its owner up.

It has now controlled the rampant desires within its body; it will be a docile spirit beast.

As long as it can survive, that's fine.

Large tears soaked the ground, and the black ox's pitiful mooing echoed in everyone's ears, stirring a sense of pity in some of the disciples.

Unfortunately, Elder Zhao would not heed the beast's dying pleas; that was his rule.

Elder Zhao conjured a wind blade in his hand and swiftly struck towards the black bull.

"Boom!"

A wall made of vines stood prominently in front of the black bull. If you looked closely, you could see the vines wrapped around a black iron pillar.

"Qin Muyang, I don't recall you having any connection with this Black Bull," Elder Zhao said sarcastically, looking at the smiling Qin Muyang with displeasure.

"Elder Zhao, I truly have no relation to this black ox." Qin Muyang's lips curled slightly, but his eyes opened, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing within them. "However, I would like to remind Elder Zhao that instead of dealing with the spirit beasts of other sects, you should perhaps focus on the spies within your Qingyun Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

A spy! There's a spy within the Qingyun Sect? Is this something that can be said openly?

"Don't spout nonsense!" Dozens of wind blades came towards Qin Muyang, but Qin Muyang waved his fan, and several iron walls appeared in front of him, blocking Elder Zhao's attack.

"No spies? Then what is this?" Qin Muyang asked loudly, holding a small, dark green plant in his hand.