Qing Yang's First Disciple

Great Xia, Liangzhou.

The shattered remnants of sunset were torn apart by blood-colored demonic aura. Within the empty mountain forest, only shrill sounds of air being ripped apart remained.

A woman in a moon-white Daoist robe was speeding forward atop spiritual light. Her robe had long since been corroded full of holes by demonic aura, and the spiritual radiance around her was exceedingly dim, as though she might collapse at any moment.

Even more striking was her prominently swollen lower abdomen—she was clearly with child.

Each burst of speed tugged at her meridians through the child in her womb, bringing her heart-rending, gut-twisting pain.

Behind her, more than a dozen vicious-faced demonic cultivators rode upon black winds in relentless pursuit. Their savage demonic aura blanketed heaven and earth, corroding the grasses, trees, rocks, and soil along the way until all became scorched black deadlands.

"Su Qingyun, you can't escape. Hand over the Creation Lotus Seed like a good girl, and I may spare your life."

The leading demonic cultivator watched Su Qingyun flee for her life and laughed wildly. The terrifying demonic aura emanating from him proclaimed him to be a demonic-path True Person of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Meanwhile, Su Qingyun, fleeing ahead of them, possessed only Golden Core cultivation level. In their eyes, she was already a turtle trapped in a jar.

Su Qingyun turned a deaf ear to them. She merely bit down hard on her lip, one hand firmly covering her swollen abdomen to protect the fetus, while the other formed hand seals and condensed countless ice crystals that crashed down upon her pursuers, briefly buying herself a sliver of breathing room.

Yet when she sensed her Spiritual Power draining away like a flood bursting through a broken dam, Su Qingyun's heart sank straight to the