The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Everyone watched helplessly as the usually prestigious Second Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, vomited heart-wrenchingly and fell from the flying magic weapon.

Song's father's limbs were still waving wildly in the air, and in the blink of an eye he fell into the bamboo forest.

"boom!"

As luck would have it, he fell near the bamboo house and triggered the explosive formation set up by Ji Qingzhou.

What's more terrible is——

"It's black smoke! Hide quickly!"

The disciples who had moved a little closer because the danger was over discovered that the formation activated by Song's father actually exploded with black smoke. They screamed and retreated, avoiding them as if they had seen terrifying snakes, scorpions and poisonous insects.

"what!"

Song's father was already retching non-stop, his face distorted because of the "wonderful" taste. He didn't have time to circulate his spiritual power to protect his body, and in the blink of an eye he was blown into the sky.

He screamed, and at that moment, black smoke filled the air, enveloping him. When he opened his mouth, the tragedy happened again—

Y——u——e——!

Father Song swore that he had never made such an uncivilized and monk-like sound in his life.

"puff……"

Among the disciples who were running away in panic, a few couldn't help but burst out laughing when they saw this scene.

But when they thought of Song's father's identity as the second elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, they quickly covered their mouths, their faces flushed as they thought of the saddest thing in their lives, trying hard to hold back their laughter.

“Hahahaha – humah…hahahaha!!!”

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from the bamboo house.

Hong Tianzhong pointed at Song's father who was blown into the sky without giving any face, and laughed like a pig.

The two of them had an old grudge and had never gotten along well in the past, so seeing their mortal enemy in trouble was naturally a delight for them.

Not only did Hong Tianzhong not go to rescue people, he also acted like an old man wandering around the village watching the fun, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, staring at Song's father whose hair was blown into an afro, and laughing.

Shui Duchen frowned and silently moved behind Hong Tianzhong's tall body. Then he laughed silently and shrugged his shoulders.

He pursed his lips several times, but broke it the next second.

Damn it, damn it.

Junior sister, look at what you have done, it's so funny...

Oh no.

Junior sister, look at what you have done! It is too much!

How could this be?

Next time we meet, I will definitely punish you severely and make you come to my medicine garden to pick those thousand-year-old spiritual herbs!

Oh, and there are also those magical peaches that ripen once every hundred years. The whole tree of fruits is given to you alone. You will pick them until your hands are sore and you will be tired!

"How dare you, shameless boy, hurt me!"

After all, Song's father was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. Although his spiritual power was briefly paralyzed by the black smoke, he quickly suppressed the power of the drug, and his spiritual power exploded. He floated in the air and waved his hand to disperse the black smoke.

He cast a cleansing spell, and the black and gray bamboo leaves on his face and clothes were swept away, but his frizzy hair could not be restored to smoothness.

Father Song glared at Shui Duchen below with gritted teeth. This magic circle was set up near Shui Duchen's house. If it wasn't him who did it, who else could it be?

Everyone knows that Taoist Bai Wei's eldest disciple is a high-level magic array master who is always tinkering with some strange magic arrays. When he was only a teenager, he became famous on the front line of the demon world for a piece of arrow dung array plate. How many demons were frightened by him?

The more Song's father thought about it, the angrier he got. He raised his hand and released his spiritual power, which swept towards Shui Duchen like a streak of silk, trying to pull him in front of him.

"Song, old bastard! Do you really think that there is no one at Lingyao Peak?"

When Hong Tianzhong saw that Song's father dared to hurt Shui Duchen in front of him, he immediately became furious and shattered Song's father's spiritual power. A big knife appeared in his hand, with an imposing manner, and a fight was about to break out.

Although Song's father was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he was also somewhat famous in the entire world of immortal cultivation. He was usually domineering and was not afraid of many people.

But the Hong Tianzhong in front of him was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If a fight really came to a head, he would be the one who would suffer in the end.

After weighing it in his mind, Father Song did not act rashly. Instead, he said with a stern face, "Hong Tianzhong, your disciple from Lingyao Peak disregarded the sect rules and hurt his fellow disciples. As the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, I will arrest him and punish him according to the sect rules. What's wrong with that?"

Shameless!

Upon hearing this, Hong Tianzhong and other people from Lingyao Peak cursed Song's father in their hearts.

It would be fine for others, but Shui Duchen is now weaker than ordinary people. A cultivator would be skinned alive if he entered the Law Enforcement Hall. Shui Duchen would probably be beaten to the bone and his marrow would be eaten away, leaving nothing behind, right?

"Elder Song's words are arbitrary."

Hong Tianzhong knew that Song's father was narrow-minded. If he let him take Shui Duchen away, someone would definitely die. So he said, "Junior Brother Shui is just a mortal now. The cultivators who were injured tonight were all in the late stage of Qi training. Your son Song Yan has even established his foundation. How could a mortal hurt him?"

"Elder Hong, even if you want to protect someone, you can't just turn a blind eye, right?"

Father Song's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the empty bamboo forest that was blown up into dust and said, "That's right, Shui Duchen can't hurt my son with his own hands, but if he sets up a magic circle to attack someone, how can my son defend against the vicious means of such a scheming person?"

Hong Tianzhong frowned. It was true that Song Yan was injured by the magic circle near Shui Duchen's house. It was reasonable to give an explanation.

He was just about to put the blame for setting up the magic circle on himself. After all, he was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and even the head of the sect didn't dare to deal with him at will, let alone Song's father?

But before Hong Tianzhong could open his mouth, Shui Duchen walked out slowly behind him.

"Elder Song, you are wrongly accusing me of this."

Shui Duchen said this, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice.

This weak appearance made Song's father seem even more aggressive, which aroused the sympathy of many people present.

"Ten years ago, I fought against demonic cultivators to protect my fellow disciples. I was seriously injured and have not recovered to this day. My master felt sorry for me as a useless person with no ability to protect myself, so he set up some protective magic arrays near my residence to prevent me from being ambushed."

Shui Duchen said innocently, "The sect rules don't forbid you from setting up magic arrays around your own residences, right? Rather, setting up magic arrays for your own residences is something that your fellow sect leaders told you about when you entered the sect, isn't it?"

These words made sense and everyone present nodded.

That’s right, it’s your own territory, you can do whatever you want, who can find fault with it?

"Stop changing the focus here!"

Song's father had been an elder in the Law Enforcement Hall for so many years, and he was first-rate at interrogating people and finding loopholes in their sentences. He said coldly, "The sect does not forbid disciples from setting up defensive formations, but your formation indiscriminately hurts people and harms innocent fellow disciples..."

"Who said that my magic circle hurts people indiscriminately?"

Shui Duchen interrupted Father Song's words slowly, looked at the disciples standing outside, and said politely, "Is there any senior sister or brother willing to step forward and give it a try? I, Shui Duchen, guarantee with my life that this formation will never harm innocent people."

Although Shui Duchen has lived in seclusion for many years, he still has a very good reputation among his peers.

As soon as he said this, a senior sister from Lingyao Peak who was about his age walked out of the crowd and said, "I'll do it!"

After saying that, the senior sister walked carelessly into the flat ground in front of her that was blown into a mess.

Some disciples in the back were so scared that they shrank back, fearing that the deadly black smoke would come out.

However, they heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that the senior sister walked around the bamboo house and everything was fine.

"Elder Song, look."

Shui Duchen spread his hands and looked at Father Song in mid-air with a smile, "The magic circle has not been touched."

Song's father's face suddenly turned gloomy.