Junior Disciple

Chapter Twenty

The primal spirit immediately understood at a glance—Yu Qingwei would never resort to such a method.

He let out a sigh of relief. That meant he didn't need to worry about the other party discovering that the one who had been using the spiritual connection all along was actually Xie Wuhán, the demon cultivator.

He curved his lips slightly, a hint of mischievous satisfaction flashing across his face.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" erupted from within the cave, startling both of them.

Yu Qingwei immediately turned his head, only to see the entire cave residence collapse. Two figures came rushing out one after another. Leading them was a young man in black robes with a familiar, youthful face. Who else could it be but Xie Wuhán, whose presence had been absent earlier?

Yu Qingwei's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately flew forward to block Xuan Min.

Xie Wuhán wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring fiercely at the person opposite him.

"Hand over the Pure Soul Flower!" Xuan Min demanded sharply. The staff in his hand struck the ground, and the golden light it released instantly caused Xie Wuhán, who had the weakest cultivation, to cough up more blood.

Xie Wuhán sneered, "To think a disciple of the prestigious Qingxiao Sect could be so cunning—sneaking in to steal the spiritual herb while we were fighting outside."

Yu Qingwei frowned slightly.

Xie Wuhán tugged at Yu Qingwei's sleeve and, with great difficulty, uttered, "Senior brother, the spiritual treasure..."

He scoffed inwardly at Xuan Min's accusations. After all, it was Xie Wuhán who had saved his life. If it weren't for the need to hide his true identity, he would've liked to see whether Xuan Min's life was worth trading for the treasure.

A cold smirk crossed his mind. Even if it came to a direct confrontation, he was confident he could snatch the Pure Soul Flower from Xuan Min's hands.

Yu Qingwei closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them to face Xuan Min directly. "Senior, attacking a junior disciple might provoke ridicule from others."

He discreetly shielded Xie Wuhán behind him and sighed inwardly.

"Since it's a spiritual treasure, it should belong to the strongest. My junior brother's cultivation is indeed insufficient, and his possession of the treasure may seem undeserved. Therefore, I will..." He paused, then declared resolutely, "Challenge you to a duel. The winner shall claim the Pure Soul Flower!"

Xuan Min's veins throbbed in anger. He flung his sleeve, sneering coldly, "Fine! If that's how it is, don't blame me for showing no mercy to a junior."

The atmosphere between the two grew tense, ready to explode at any moment.

"Wait."

Just as they were about to fight, a voice rang out from the ruins behind them. Yuan Ling emerged from the rubble, carrying an ice coffin on his back. He carefully placed the coffin aside, cast a protective spell, and then walked toward them.

When the cave collapsed, Yuan Ling had rushed inside, missing the scene where the treasure was fought over. Fortunately, the ice coffin's special material remained undamaged.

He sighed in relief, then noticed the disguised demon cultivator behind Yu Qingwei.

Yuan Ling's white eyes gleamed with curiosity.

The young man's face was shadowed, his expression dark. Hidden behind the youth, he didn't bother concealing the killing intent in his eyes.

It seemed that if the two truly fought, he wouldn't hesitate to kill the Buddhist cultivator while Yu Qingwei was incapacitated.