True Lord Qingxu returned alone, his face dark as a storm. Recalling his furious cry of "Disciple!" earlier, everyone could roughly guess what had happened.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxu is known for his good temper. This time, it looks like his personal disciple is in grave danger."
"Exactly. He raised that disciple with such care. They say he took him in right after he ascended. How could all those years of affection be false?"
"The disciple had reached Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation. Qingxu was clearly grooming him to inherit his mantle. Why else would he have spared no effort?"
"No wonder that old monster Qingxu went mad. Who wouldn't be furious?"
The Spirit Transformation Cultivators at the outpost exchanged whispers in secret. Some sighed, while others gloated. After cultivating for so long, True Lord Qingxu could hardly have avoided making enemies.
"Just look. Those Cave Ruins have been opened, and although there were a few spiritual treasures inside, the whole thing was a trap. The Blood Demon Sect clearly set it up."
"His personal disciple is gone, and there was nothing much in the ruins. With the years Fellow Daoist Qingxu has left, I'm afraid he won't have time to raise another disciple to Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation."
After True Lord Qingxu's furious pursuit had yielded nothing, he had been forced to return to the Cave Ruins he had arranged with his own hands, lest his plans go awry.
He opened the Restriction before everyone, and they divided several treasures among themselves.
This time, True Lord Qingxu had supplied both manpower and effort, only to try stealing a chicken and lose the rice he had used to lure it. Worse, he had to swallow his broken teeth and could not reveal a scrap of the truth.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, what happened to your