After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 251 Black Flame

"How dare you, you beast..."

Mr. Zhang's roar of fear and anger was still swirling in the air. Before he could finish his words, he saw the county magistrate's daughter open her bloody mouth, and with a "crack", she bit Mr. Zhang's neck hard, as if biting through rotten wood.

Mr. Zhang froze instantly, his hands waving in the air in vain, trying to push away this nightmarish presence. But it was all in vain. As his teeth sunk deeply, bright red blood trickled down the corners of the county magistrate's daughter's mouth.

But in the blink of an eye, Mr. Zhang's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the vitality had been squeezed out by an invisible big hand.

"Roar!"

The county magistrate's daughter roared, her aura becoming even more powerful than before.

Blood continued to drip down her chin, gathering into a dark puddle at her feet.

Her eyes swept across Mr. Zhang's shriveled body, and then fell on Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying without emotion.

"I've tolerated you for a long time."

Jiang Wanying's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and after she gave a delicate shout, she flicked her fingers towards the long sword like lightning.

In an instant, a strange black flame shot out from the fingertips and spread wildly along the sword like a living thing, enveloping the entire sword in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The county magistrate's daughter slowly raised her hand, and streaks of blood spurted out from her palm.

Blood lines crisscrossed in the air. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound and leaving behind twisted traces.

A cold light flashed in Jiang Wanying's beautiful eyes. She turned her white wrist, and the long sword in her hand was like a streak of black light, and she attacked the county magistrate's daughter swiftly.

Wherever it passed, the blood lines that shot out would melt rapidly with a "sizzling" sound as soon as they touched the blazing black flames on the long sword, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil.

"Zheng!"

The long sword in Jiang Wanying's hand burst out with a clear sword chant, like a dragon's roar in the sky, resounding throughout the place.

Along with the sound of the sword, the body of the county magistrate's daughter was like fragile thin paper and was instantly split into two.

Before the two halves of her body hit the ground, the madly burning black flames quickly climbed up her body like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The county magistrate's daughter roared and struggled and twisted frantically, trying to extinguish the deadly black flames.

However, everything was in vain. As the flames burned more and more fiercely, her body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a wisp of ash, dissipating in the wind, leaving only a piece of charred land.

"I don't know whether Senior Sister's flame is stronger or my Primordial True Fire is stronger."

Lin Chuan, who was watching the battle from the side, tilted his head slightly, his eyes showing some thought and curiosity.

"Achuan."

After dealing with the county magistrate's daughter, Jiang Wanying's expression softened instantly. She tapped her feet lightly and quickly rushed to Lin Chuan's side.

Her eyes were filled with worry, and without a word, she grabbed Lin Chuan's hand. Her slender fingers gently rested on his pulse, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, and she slowly injected her spiritual power into Lin Chuan's body, carefully examining his injuries.

"Be good, Senior Sister. It's okay."

Lin Chuan looked at Jiang Wanying who was worried, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a soothing smile, and spoke softly.

"It will only take a few days if things take their course. Ah Chuan, don't be so anxious about breaking through next time."

Jiang Wanying frowned slightly, her eyes full of concern and reproach.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I know what's going on."

Lin Chuan gently patted the back of Jiang Wanying's hand, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence.

"I can see you didn't listen." Jiang Wanying pretended to be angry and scolded.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, but stopped mid-air. She wanted to poke Lin Chuan on the head, but when her eyes met the bloodstains on his face, her gaze softened instantly.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she carefully wiped Lin Chuan with gentle movements, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

"Don't be so reckless next time. What should I do if something happens to you?" Jiang Wanying whispered, her voice full of worry and concern.

"Okay." Lin Chuan felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily.

At this moment, several streaks of light shot from afar in the sky like meteors chasing the moon, and arrived in front of Lin Chuan in an instant.

"Son."

The leading woman in white took a step forward, bowed slightly with an elegant posture and a respectful look.

"You are?"

Lin Chuan looked confused, his eyes full of doubts, and looked up and down at the woman in white.

Jiang Wanying on the side frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy.

The woman in white raised her head calmly, her eyes calm but respectful. "The Saint Lady ordered us to come here and invite you to visit Baiyun Holy Land and take care of the corpse and wounding incident here."

After saying that, she folded her hands, bowed slightly, and waited for Lin Chuan's reply.

"..."

"My senior sister and I have already taken care of the things here for you. As for the Baiyun Holy Land..." Lin Chuan subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wanying, "Let's go there again when we have the chance."

"But……"

The woman in white looked troubled, and hesitated as the words reached her lips. She bit her lip slightly, her gaze fixed on Jiang Wanying.

"Your Saint is really anxious." Jiang Wanying curled her lips, then took Lin Chuan's hand and said, "Let's go to Baiyun Holy Land."

"Sister, aren't you going to play with me at one last place?"

"Yes, that place is the White Cloud Holy Land."

……

Siqin Building.

A woman in a white dress with a cold face and a fairy-like appearance was standing at the door, holding a long sword. Just as she was about to move, she heard soft footsteps.

Xu Hanyi looked up and saw a woman in a green dress walking out slowly.

The woman had a graceful figure, a gentle face, and her eyes and brows were as soft as water, which formed a sharp contrast with Xu Hanyi's coldness.

The woman in the green dress smiled brightly, her voice as gentle as a gurgling stream as she gently opened her red lips and said, "Fairy Xu, the owner of the building invites you."

After saying that, she bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation with an elegant posture and eyes full of respect, waiting for Xu Hanyi's response.

Hearing this, Xu Hanyi put away his sword and walked into Siqin Tower without hesitation.

In an antique room, a beautiful woman in a purple dress lazily leaned on a soft couch, her figure as graceful as a willow.

She held a jade pendant lightly in her hand, her eyes blurred, as if she was staring at the pendant, but it seemed as if her thoughts were drifting away, her mind wandering in the sky.

The sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting strands of light and shadow, reflecting on her snow-white skin, adding a touch of charm.

"It's you?"

Xu Hanyi, who had just stepped into the room, suddenly stopped in his tracks, was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then, she frowned tightly, and her originally cold face became even colder.

"How come Fellow Daoist Xu has time to come to my place today?"

Qingshu slowly raised her eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was soft and lazy.

"..."

"You should be aware of what's going on at Fengtian Pavilion, right? Jiang Wanying is my apprentice. Do you want to sit down and have a good talk, or just start a fight?"

Xu Hanyi had a stern expression, staring directly at Qingshu with a sharp gaze and speaking in a firm tone.

However, Qing Shu seemed to have completely ignored Xu Hanyi's words. She gently twirled the jade pendant in her hand, her expression relaxed as she asked a completely unrelated question:

"How has Qin Lang been lately?"

……