The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple
Chapter 221 - 115: A Few Old Hags, You Wait for Me (6k)_4

Chapter 221: Chapter 115: A Few Old Hags, You Wait for Me (6k)_4

With a loud shout, the lid of the stone coffin appeared as immovable as an ancient giant mountain. Despite his strenuous efforts, it didn’t budge an inch. Before long, a dull grinding sound emanated from the lid.

There’s hope!

Soon after, veins bulged on his forehead, his face turning red as the coffin lid finally began to move bit by bit.

But even with all his might, it only moved less than half an inch.

At this rate, just to push open a small gap for peeking into the stone coffin would take at least an hour.

To completely open the stone coffin? That would probably take an entire day.

Suddenly, Zhou Qing had a flash of inspiration and quickly took out the tetanus from his storage bag, hoping to pry it open.

Despite its rusty appearance, it was extraordinarily sturdy, with an extraordinary origin. It could easily pierce the edge of the Void Ring, which was once an Extreme Dao Weapon.

As he searched for a suitable gap, there was a loud bang, and it seemed something had fallen behind him.

A familiar, spine-chilling sensation surged through him, spreading across his entire body in an instant.

Zhou Qing sighed helplessly and slowly turned around.

A gigantic Corpse Wax Crow stared at him coldly and lifelessly.

Zhou Qing braced himself, giving the Corpse Wax Crow an awkward smile, stammering, "Y-Ya, maybe we can work something out...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a black feather shot out violently, blowing his head off.

"Damn it!"

Transforming back into a ball of light, Zhou Qing cursed repeatedly; that accursed crow didn’t give him even a second.

"If worse comes to worst, I’ll bring six Dead Crows next time. I don’t believe it!" Zhou Qing muttered to himself, diving in once again.

But this time, luck seemed to be on vacation as the Wandering Souls came charging out with a roar.

Zhou Qing fell to the second wave as usual, and the third attempt saw the same result.

When his consciousness returned, he looked at the pitch-dark Earth Dao in front of him and sighed deeply, stowing away the token.

Thirty mid-grade Spirit Stones, wasted once again.

Next, Zhou Qing decided not to go in again. He waited quietly and every now and then tiptoed over to check if the Supreme Elders had left.

Meanwhile, Lu Yaoyao, gazing at the information on the register, inquired again if Zhou Qing really went in, and hurried back home.

She called out several times, but received no response.

"It would’ve been nice to add me as a friend, so stubborn!" Lu Yaoyao complained, feeling a bit helpless.

Just as she was about to head elsewhere to look, she stopped suddenly, as if realizing something, a slight frown on her brows.

Recalling Zhou Qing’s inquiry about the No. 1 Flame Spirit Blood Pool, Lu Yaoyao instinctively looked towards her home.

Lightly sucking on her index finger, she furrowed her brow, deep in thought.

"From what I know of him, he wouldn’t ask about that place without a reason. It seems he’s definitely fixated on the Flame Spirit Blood Pool."

"He soaked in the No. 3 pool over a year ago. Now its medicinal power has become thin, and who knows when it will regenerate enough strength."

"As for the No. 2 pool, more than half a month ago, Supreme Elder Duanmu Shu had him soak in it to assist in body refining. And for the No. 1 pool, I’ve already told him that I’ve absorbed all its medicinal power."

"Could he be thinking of going to the main pool? But that’s illogical. Not to mention whether the Supreme Elders would let him soak in it, his mortal body couldn’t withstand the medicinal power of the main pool, and could burst apart."

Everything has to be beneficial, so what could he be after?