The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 812 - 263: A Hero Can’t Withstand Three Bouts of Diarrhea—Soaring Beyond the Scat Realm!

Zhou Qing's heart was filled with gratitude. He raised his hand to pat Zhang Wanbao on the shoulder and said, "Wanbao, thank you so much. This kindness, I will remember it."

"If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. Rest assured, I'll do my best."

Zhang Wanbao laughed heartily, "Zhou, what are you talking about? Between brothers, there's no need for thanks."

"If I hadn't met you and Yan back then, I'd probably still be aimlessly wasting my life. Now that I can help you, I'm more than happy to do so."

"Besides, I've got a good eye. I always feel like you're destined for great things. As my old man says, it's kind of an investment."

Hearing this, Zhou Qing burst into hearty laughter.

...

In the afternoon, Xiao Cancan and Li Shitao came rushing after receiving the news. After a brief catch-up, they couldn't wait to ask about the situation in the Eastern Domain.

Zhou Qing simply said that Mansion Master Xiao was fine, and they needn't worry.

After all, if the sky does fall, it'll be the tall ones who hold it up. The Fifth Prince's downfall wasn't directly related to Mansion Master Xiao.

Only then did the two relax, though they were actually eager to see the Eastern Domain. Unfortunately, Xiao Ji had firmly ordered them not to go before leaving, so they had no choice but to give up.

After a two-day delay, everything was properly arranged, and Zhou Qing set off on his return journey.

Aboard the Flying Ship, as he replanted ten Wood Attribute Spirit Stones into the Spirit Gathering Array in the pot, the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree began once again to exude that ethereal aura little by little.

Initially, it was quite weak. Zhou Qing wasn't eager to absorb it but carefully stored it away.

Ten days later, as Zhou Qing sped through the clouds, his nose suddenly caught a faint, haunting stench.

As the Flying Ship continued forward, the stench grew stronger, resembling the smell of rotten meat mixed with all sorts of foul odors, making one nearly nauseous.

This made him knit his brows. He immediately slowed the Flying Ship and released his vast Divine Sense to carefully trace the source of the smell.

Bear in mind, he was high above at ten thousand meters, where ordinary filth couldn't possibly float up this high.

"Trying to kill and rob? Why do these clueless pests appear everywhere? I'm the future Shitian Emperor, and you guys have bitten off more than you can chew this time!"

Soon, the intense sounds of battle reached from not far ahead, accompanied by a familiar voice ringing out suddenly.

Zhou Qing's figure froze in surprise, wondering if he heard wrong: "Shitian Emperor? Could it really be Six's younger brother?"

With this thought, Zhou Qing dared not delay, and quickly maneuvered the Flying Ship toward the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, a yellow and a black Flying Ship hovered in the air ahead.

Nearby, five black-robed late-stage Divinity Transformation practitioners encircled a young man tightly.

Both sides were employing different Realms in their confrontation, though it was five against one, that young man's disgusting Realm of Filth was torturing them with curses.

"How did this guy suddenly appear at Lingyun Mansion? Didn't Shen Hanyi say he was locked in the small black room?" Zhou Qing muttered to himself.

Simultaneously, several people noticed an uninvited guest arriving, and a black-robed man immediately shouted, "Friend, this matter does not concern you, don't meddle, leave quickly, or risk your life!"

This man, while shouting, secretly signaled to his companions.

The five spread out in a fan shape, escalating their attacks, their Spiritual Power surging overwhelmingly, each clash erupting with deafening noises.

The powerful ripples of Spiritual Power spread around continuously, stirring the surrounding clouds into a restless whirl.

The young man being surrounded also raised his eyes to look at Zhou Qing, a hint of caution first flashing in his gaze.

Immediately following, seemingly having made a determined decision, he spoke directly, "Friend, as long as you don't help them, I can reward you with ten top-grade Spirit Stones afterward."

"These guys are good-for-nothings, attacking me for no reason. If you get involved, they might target you as well, it's not worth getting into trouble over this."

After speaking, the yellow curtain behind him suddenly expanded, rolling all sorts of foul objects inside, emitting a suffocating stench.

With his hands swiftly sealing, he fiercely pointed at one of the black-robed men, an almost mad expression on his face.

He roared, "A hero can't withstand three bouts of diarrhea, the Shitian Realm's Celestial Flight of Filth!"