The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple
Chapter 215 - 114 Retreat Retreat Retreat... Cackle Cackle Cackle... (6k)_2

Chapter 215: Chapter 114 Retreat Retreat Retreat... Cackle Cackle Cackle... (6k)_2

Zhou Qing suddenly realized.

"So, Senior Brother immediately thought of you. When Qian Dafu led people to hunt us down, if we had this, we wouldn’t have been so embarrassed. Alright, let’s get cracking. I’ll beat the drum, and you shout."

Yan Xiaohu casually picked up the drumstick.

Zhou Qing looked at the incantation and immediately shook his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"I’ll beat the drum, you shout!" Zhou Qing grabbed the drumstick.

Yan Xiaohu let out a "tsk" and said, "I knew you were thin-skinned. Luckily, I’m already familiar with the incantation."

After saying that, he released a series of wooden figures, which started advancing towards the two under the control of the spiritual power.

Zhou Qing sighed deeply, and as his spiritual power circulated, the drumstick immediately emitted a bright light and then swung down forcefully.

With a loud "Dong", the Withdrawal Drum emitted its first Earth-shattering sound.

The drum surface vibrated violently, and waves of dazzling colorful ripples spread out like surging rivers.

The ripples were brilliantly colored, red like fire, blue like the deep sea, purple as nebulas, each resembling a lively spiritual snake rushing towards the wooden figures.

The movements of the wooden figures suddenly became abnormally slow. At this moment, Yan Xiaohu leaned forward, his legs slightly bent, and his small eyes wide open.

His right hand was raised high, fingers tightly closed together, and spreading left and right, seemingly pinching some seal skill.

Then he stepped forward, gathering his spiritual power in his throat, and shouted loudly, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat..."

Each "Retreat" word instantly transformed into a tangible sound wave, entering the ripples.

The ripples seemed to resonate with it, instantly turning into numerous sharp blades, crazily cutting at the wooden figures.

Zhou Qing’s face twitched, which is why he preferred beating the drum over shouting.

But admittedly, those spiritual blades were extremely sharp and their speed was unusually fast.

"What are you standing there for? Give it your all!"

Seeing Zhou Qing in a daze, Yan Xiaohu quickly shouted.

He needed to determine how long they could last.

After hearing this, Zhou Qing immediately came back to his senses. His muscles tightened, and he used all his strength to repeatedly swing the drumstick, fiercely pounding the drum surface.

"Dong dong dong..."

The deafening drum sounds exploded like thunder, each one seeming to shatter the air around them.

With each swing of the drumstick, Zhou Qing could clearly feel the strands of spiritual power being drawn from his body, flowing along his arms to the drumstick, and then into the Withdrawal Drum.

By his side, Yan Xiaohu’s feet stomped on the ground like war drums, his face red, veins bulging on his neck, shouting hoarsely, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat..."

...

When Zhou Qing crawled out of the secret room with trembling arms, he felt completely exhausted.

"I’ve never exercised so much before. I feel like eating will be a problem for the next few days." Zhou Qing slumped against the corner with his limp arms.

Yan Xiaohu, drenched in sweat and with a hoarse and sharp voice, said, "No... today’s effect... was awesome..."

Zhou Qing quickly interrupted, even the sound of a duck was better than your current voice.

"Alright, alright, you should rest now. I’m heading back first!" Zhou Qing said, quickly getting up and leaving as if escaping.

Yan Xiaohu hurriedly called after him, his face red, speaking in a high-pitched voice, "Remember... tomorrow... gah..."

Zhou Qing quickened his pace, feeling speechless.

You think my arms will be fine after one night?

I have more important things to do now. I need to quickly obtain the Flame Spirit Blood Ointment No. 1 and No. 3 to accumulate energy for a breakthrough.

As soon as he returned to his residence, he saw Lu Yaoyao standing there, along with Li Daoxuan standing upright.

Seriously, my senior brother has gone out to comprehend the realm of Divinity Transformation, and you, as the Sect Leader’s chief disciple, spend your days at home like a tag-along, guarding your junior sister?

Isn’t this too pathetic?

Seeing Zhou Qing staggering back with his limp arms, Lu Yaoyao was shocked and hurriedly rushed forward.

"Senior Brother Zhou, what happened to you?" Lu Yaoyao asked anxiously.

Zhou Qing shook his head: "It’s nothing, just numbness for now, a bit of rest and I’ll be fine. Do you have any business?"

Lu Yaoyao touched his arm, making sure it was still there, and then exhaled deeply.

Then she said, "It’s not a big issue, just wanted to invite you to go fishing at the back mountain, but seeing you like this now..."

Lu Yaoyao hesitated.

Zhou Qing looked at her meaningfully.

Last time, he just asked about the location of Flame Spirit Blood Pool No. 1, and she immediately drew a map and position, excitedly guessing he was planning something, offering to help him, even leaving the Sound Transmission Paper Crane.

It had only been five days since he last contacted her, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Was this a deliberate chance for him?

And it just had to be the back mountain.

Li Daoxuan no longer jealously minded this mortal, the bright word "Pitiful" on his forehead still strikingly visible, said, "Yes, fishing is the best way to calm and relax. You’ve been cooped up at home too much lately, it’s good to go out for a stroll."

"Too bad there’s no Ice Soul Ghost Scale Fish, otherwise it would be quite exciting," Zhou Qing remarked.

At this, Li Daoxuan said, "Speaking of which, up to now, it’s still unknown who took the other two Ice Soul Ghost Scale Fish back then, it’s indeed strange."

Lu Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled, "Perhaps we could organize a fishing competition?"

Zhou Qing was stunned.

But thinking about it, he decided against it. Everyone is so busy nowadays; who has the mood to accompany you fishing?