The Little Girl Wants to Cultivate Immortality

Sword Qi fell.

In the Sun Family courtyard, Sun Changtai and Wang Deshan, who had just been kowtowing and begging for mercy, did not even have time to finish their final cries before Sword Qi reduced them to a mist of blood.

The cultivators of the Sun and Wang Families could not escape either.

Chen Changqing spared not a single person who had taken part in wiping out the Li Family.

As for the guests who had come for the birthday banquet, they had long since cowered in the corners, too terrified to even breathe loudly.

Elder Zhao stood where he was, several tears cut into his robes by the sword wind, his whole body stiff as a wooden stake.

He was not dead.

It was not because Chen Changqing's hand had slipped.

Chen Changqing simply could not be bothered to kill him.

"Elder Zhao."

Chen Changqing put away the Heavenly Thunder Sword and turned to look at him.

Elder Zhao's throat bobbed as he hurriedly clasped his hands.

"Holy Son Chen, please give your instructions."

That form of address was ten times more respectful than before.

Chen Changqing pointed at the wreckage filling the courtyard.

"The Sun and Wang Families exterminated the Li Family and seized their inherited map. Today, I happened to come across it."

"You are an elder of the Flying Cloud Sect. Is Windcloud City under your jurisdiction?"

Sweat immediately beaded on Elder Zhao's forehead.

"Windcloud City is nominally under the protection of the Flying Cloud Sect."

"But the old grievances between the Sun, Wang, and Li Families were never something the sect intervened in."

He said it quickly.

He feared that if he spoke even a little slower, Chen Changqing would take him for an accomplice and cleave him apart.

Chen Changqing nodded.

"Then intervene