Li Qingqiu had taken only an hour to travel from Qingxiao Sect to the Tianshan Spirit Pool in Yuzhou. He had come alone.
Beneath the night sky, the Tianshan Spirit Pool glimmered brightly. A row of pavilions stood beside it, and the Qingxiao Sect disciples stationed there were all meditating outdoors. The atmosphere was heavy.
Li Qingqiu descended from the sky, drawing the disciples' attention. When they saw it was him, they were overjoyed.
"The sect master is here!"
"It's the sect master!"
"He got here so quickly?"
"Wonderful! That demon can't possibly be a match for the sect master."
The disciples were thrilled and rose to their feet.
Huang Shan, who was in charge of the Tianshan Spirit Pool, hurried over to Li Qingqiu and bowed.
Li Qingqiu walked past him toward a row of white-covered forms in the distance. Corpses lay beneath the sheets, not yet buried. Huang Shan had been waiting for instructions from the sect; he knew the sect master was well-versed in ghost spells, and might have other plans for them.
Li Qingqiu made his way to the dead disciples and lifted the coverings one by one, examining their faces.
His expression darkened. He had discovered that the dead were nothing but empty shells; there was no chance of turning these disciples into ghost cultivators.
The other disciples gathered around, watching in silence. Indignation and sorrow showed on their faces.
Before Li Qingqiu arrived, they had been filled with trepidation. But once he was there, their fear vanished. They believed the sect master could solve any problem.
After examining the last corpse, Li Qingqiu stood and turned to Huang Shan, who had followed behind him. "Tell me what happened. Don't leave out a single detail."
Huang Shan began his account at once.
Two nights ago,