Qing Xu Comes to the Rescue

"Don't!"

Li Zhixia cried out. If her Grandpa fell into these people's hands, death would be his only end.

Given the Wang Family's nature, they would never want to see a cultivator emerge from the Li Family. They would crush every threat in the bud.

"That won't be up to you, little beauty!" Wang Teng said with a smug grin.

The three Daoists grabbed Wang Teng and Li Wanxing, then darted and weaved their way into the Daoist Temple.

Seeing that night was drawing near and Li Zhixia still had not returned, the Old Master could not help growing anxious.

A few hours earlier, Li Zhixia had called to tell him that the Mysterious Object was in hand. Yet so much time had passed—why had there been no word at all?

Just then, several figures descended from the sky and landed in the center of the Daoist Temple.

The Old Master looked up and saw Li Wanxing dangling from a Daoist's hand.

"Who are you?"

The Old Master immediately became wary and looked toward the other two Daoists. But when he saw the last one, his pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief.

"Senior martial brother Lu!"

The Daoist was also stunned when he saw Li Qiudao. Yet there was no joy on his face; instead, he sneered, "I was wondering who it was. Isn't this our Junior Martial Brother from back then? What, did you buy this shabby temple back?"

This man was indeed one of Li Qiudao's Senior Martial Brothers. However, ever since they had fallen out over dividing up the Daoist Temple, they had not seen each other for more than fifty years.

As for their brotherly bond, he had looked down on Li Qiudao from the start. What bond could there possibly be?

"Why have you