The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 270 - 268: Is Chu Yan a Weakling?

Chapter 270: Chapter 268: Is Chu Yan a Weakling?

"Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill him!"

The threat from the young man was fierce and resolute.

From a distance, a withered hand could be seen clutching Chu Yan’s neck through the black mist.

Qin Zhao’s breath hitched, and she instinctively stopped moving.

By the time she realized what was happening, a crimson banner flew out from within the black mist. Initially no bigger than the palm of a hand, it eventually expanded to blot out the sun, and many dead souls flew out of the banner, entwining around Qin Zhao.

"A Soul Summoning Banner?"

She had not expected the young man to possess such a formidable evil object; her bright and beautiful face grew increasingly cold.

Dealing with the Dead Souls wasn’t difficult for Qin Zhao, but she didn’t know how many were contained within the Soul Summoning Banner.

She would kill a batch, and then another would swarm her, leaving her with no opportunity to pursue the fugitives!

"Damn it! Die, all of you!"

She became more and more agitated as she fought, and finally, she drew her longsword, poured all her spiritual power into it, and slashed at the banner!

There was a loud boom!

The longsword in her hand couldn’t withstand the sudden surge of powerful spiritual energy and exploded violently.

A crack appeared on the Soul Summoning Banner.

The dead souls stopped pouring out, and the once vast banner instantly shrank and vanished from sight.

By this time, both Chu Yan and the young man had disappeared.

Qin Zhao hastily released the Hellhound, asking it to lead her to Chu Yan.

Although Chu Yan had contracted a lamb, she didn’t know if it could contend with the Evil Cultivator. The thought of Chu Yan possibly encountering disaster quickened her heartbeat.

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The young man took Chu Yan and flew into the depths of the mountains.

A trace of fresh blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and the Soul Summoning Banner flew back into his hand, shrinking to the size of a palm.

"The Soul Summoning Banner is damaged? That powerful?"

The young man’s expression was grave. After pondering for a moment, he decided not to return to that place and to give up on the Banyan Tree Spirit for the time being.

If he encountered that woman again, his life would likely be in jeopardy!

His face was pale. Qin Zhao had seriously injured him before, and now, she had also damaged his Soul Summoning Banner, his lifebound artifact, which meant the damage would affect him as well.

He looked at Chu Yan beside him and sneered.

"She has injured me so severely, I might as well use you to recover. It’s a pity you’re just a mortal. If you were a Cultivator, you could have helped me improve my cultivation further."

Thinking of the woman from before made the young man a bit covetous. Qin Zhao’s cultivation was high; if he could seize her power, he would definitely become even more formidable!

A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes as he clutched Chu Yan’s neck.

But this aloof and handsome man was exceedingly calm, not begging for mercy or crying out like those who had died by his hands in the past.

His dark and cold phoenix eyes stared at the young man, making him feel an oppressive force.

Black mist surged from his hand, attempting to permeate Chu Yan’s body and drain him into a dried corpse, but he was met with significant resistance and couldn’t enter his body at all.

Confused, he suddenly felt a tightness around his own neck!

A distinctively jointed hand had grasped his neck and lifted him up.

In those aloof phoenix eyes, a strange crimson glint flickered.

The noble and handsome man curved his lips into a sardonic smile, "What is that brocade pouch on your waist? How can it hold a flag that’s larger than itself?"

Chu Yan snatched the young man’s storage bag with a playful look, curious about the spells cast during the fight between the young man and Qin Zhao.

"You...! Let, let go!"

The young man struggled to speak, kicking his legs dangling in the air. His hands rose, constantly releasing his Evil Energy, transforming into black mist, trying to attack Chu Yan.

But when this mist touched Chu Yan, it had no effect whatsoever; it couldn’t harm him at all.

Seeing that he did not answer, Chu Yan gradually lost his patience. The powerful force within him surged to his hand, and the youth was violently thrown away.

Bang, bang, bang!

The body that was thrown away directly broke several towering trees! It showed just how powerful that force inside Chu Yan was!

Finally, the body landed a hundred meters away.

The youth’s soul floated out of his body, looking in horror as Chu Yan instantly moved beside his own corpse.

He was not a mortal at all! But why couldn’t he sense the Spiritual Power inside him!

He had thought that Chu Yan couldn’t see his soul, after all, he had the Soul Summoning Banner, which allowed him to see Dead Souls and use them to attack others.

Until Chu Yan leisurely asked him, "How do you use this?"

He took out the Soul Summoning Banner from his storage bag. He also discovered that the space in this brocade bag was very large, probably about two cubic meters, likely the same as Tengshe’s Storage Space.

It was a nice item, but he felt the Soul Summoning Banner was better.

The chilling gaze fell upon the youth’s soul, giving the youth the feeling of being preyed upon by some terrifying Fierce Beast, an overwhelming sense of danger that made him involuntarily want to flee.

His soul slowly flew backward, when a strange force suddenly yanked him back.

Chu Yan said to him, "I’ll ask just once, you’d better answer obediently."

The youth had no choice but to explain the use of the Soul Summoning Banner, thinking that after doing so, Chu Yan would release his soul.

He just thought of escaping, but then found his soul fading away, finally losing all consciousness. He and the Dead Souls in the Soul Summoning Banner both became a new source of power within Chu Yan.

"Woof woof!"

Faintly, he heard the sound of a Hellhound.

Chu Yan knew Qin Zhao was coming to find him, and he looked at the storage bag in his hand with some concern.

How was he going to explain that person’s death to Qin Zhao?

Chu Yan thought for a while and then released the little lamb from the Contract Space.

"Chu Yan! Are you okay?"

Qin Zhao had heard the noise earlier and thought that the Evil Cultivator was hurting Chu Yan.

She was scared to death and rushed over like a flash.

"Zhaozhao!"

Chu Yan, covered in dust and dirt, excitedly climbed up from the ground. He embraced her tightly with a frightened look, his voice choked.

"I thought I’d never see you again!"

Several large trees beside them had fallen, the Evil Cultivator lay on the ground, a bloody mess, the little lamb had turned into a strong combat form, yet its voice was soft and cute.

"Baa baa!"

Qin Zhao, seeing this scene, was stunned for a moment.

"Did you kill him?"

Qin Zhao asked the little lamb, who reverted back to a child’s form, glanced at Chu Yan, then hesitantly nodded, not revealing the brutal actions Chu Yan had just committed.

To her, he was still the fragile Chu Yan in Qin Zhao’s heart.

"Very impressive."

Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, petting the lamb’s head.

Thank goodness Chu Yan had contracted with the little lamb before, otherwise the weak Chu Yan would have been done for!

They returned to the village, drove all of the victims out, and then contacted the police to handle the situation. By the time they got home, it was already daylight.

As a Golden Core Cultivator, Qin Zhao was neither sleepy nor tired.

Chu Yan, yawning continuously, walked into his room to sleep but noticed that Qin Zhao hadn’t come over.

"Aren’t you tired?"

"Not tired."

Chu Yan’s expression paused, and he drawled, "I’m afraid to sleep alone."

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