From the fake emperor to the concubine

Feng Xiqing was stunned when she heard this, and her pretty face was full of astonishment. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, widened slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously she couldn't believe what she heard.

"Master, I am not capable enough and I am afraid I cannot..." She declined hastily, with obvious panic in her voice.

Although she is Qiu Miaoyin's direct disciple, her seniority in Tianyin Pavilion is not particularly high.

Normally, the older sisters would give her some face because of her special status.

But at this moment, demons from outside the domain are invading, and her master actually wants her to be in charge of all matters of the sect. How can she not panic?
Feng Xiqing's heart was beating like a drum, and possible problems flashed through his mind.

Will those elders who have always been arrogant obey her orders?
Would the senior sisters who usually complained about her take the opportunity to make things difficult for her? If she handled it improperly, wouldn't she be disappointing her master's expectations?
Before Feng Xiqing could finish her words, Qiu Miaoyin interrupted her.

Although she still had that innocent tone, she spoke with an unquestionable tone: "If I say you can do it, then you can do it." She
Her red lips pursed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes. It was obvious that the head of Tianyin Pavilion was not as harmless as he seemed.

“Who in the Tianyin Pavilion dares to object?” Qiu Miaoyin looked around with her big watery eyes, and wherever her eyes fell, the disciples lowered their heads.

Even the elder who was usually the most unruly pretended to straighten his sleeves and did not dare to look her in the eye.

Seeing Feng Xiqing still wanted to refuse, Qiu Miaoyin frowned unhappily: "Qingqing, you are my disciple. Sooner or later, you will take over the position of the head."

Her tone suddenly turned cold. "At that time, are you still going to tell me that you are not qualified enough or that you are not prepared?"

Feng Xiqing was frightened by this sudden severity and shook his head quickly: "Disciple dare not."

As soon as he said this, he realized that it was inappropriate, and quickly changed his words, straightened his back and nodded firmly: "I will definitely not let you down."

Qiu Miaoyin then smiled with satisfaction. That smile was like the warm sunshine of spring, instantly dispelling the chill just now: "Yes, only those with such ambition are worthy of being my disciple, Qiu Miaoyin."

"In short, the sect is left to you." Qiu Miaoyin turned and looked into the distance, her tone returning to her usual lazy tone.

"I'll go take a look at that big eye to see what's going on." She curled her lips, revealing a look of disdain: "I don't know what those bitches of the Hehuan Sect did to cause such a big mess. If I wasn't afraid of implicating Tianyin Pavilion, I wouldn't care if they died."

As she spoke, Qiu Miaoyin raised her delicate hand and gently plucked the big red peony from her hair.

This peony, which should have been gaudy, actually complements her black hair very well. Instead of looking tacky, it highlights her bright and elegant face.

The peony quickly grew larger after landing, and in the blink of an eye it had grown to a square meter in radius. One of the petals sank slightly, forming a comfortable depression that looked like a gorgeous chaise longue.

Qiu Miaoyin lay on it gracefully and waved lazily.

The huge peony suddenly flew up and carried her slowly into the air.

It seemed slow and light, but in fact it was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye it turned into a red dot in the sky, and its speed was not much slower than that of the blazing firebird.

Compared with other sects, the situation in Hongchenfang is much more serious.

A room was filled with a strong smell of blood. Several corpses were lying in a disorderly manner on the bluestone floor, and blood was flowing between the cracks of the floor tiles.

At this time, Feng Tianji, the leader of Hongchenfang, was sitting on a gilded carved armchair with a gloomy face.

On his left and right sides, two puppet dolls with a metallic luster were staring at him, potentially threatening his safety at any time.

The two puppets had strange shapes, one with two three-foot-long steel knives embedded in its arms, and the other was like a ghost, with an extremely flexible body and movements that were exactly like a living thing.

The demon from outside the domain suddenly appeared in the Eastern Wilderness.

The evil energy emanating from it spread like a plague, affecting the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Hongchenfang was no exception. In the meeting room where important matters were being discussed, two puppeteers suddenly appeared with dazed expressions and a strange red light in their eyes. They controlled their puppets to kill without any warning.

"Master, be careful!" a shopkeeper exclaimed, but it was too late.

Several weak accountants had no time to react and were killed by the puppets they controlled in an instant. One of the old accountants had his head pierced by a long knife, and his blood and brains splattered on the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

The puppeteers of the Hongchenfang puppet lineage have always been famous in the East Wilderness for their puppet making.

The puppets they made were all kinds of strange and unique, some of them were so lifelike that they looked just like real people.

Not only are their appearances lifelike, but their internal structures are also incredibly detailed. The skin of these puppets feels warm to the touch and can even mimic the changes in human body temperature.

For this reason, wealthy nobles and even royal relatives from all over the Eastern Wilderness would not hesitate to spend sky-high prices to purchase such mechanical puppets from puppet masters.

Because these puppets are not only extremely powerful, but can even provide certain special services to a level that many real women cannot achieve.

In order to get a beautiful puppet, a prince was even willing to exchange three cities for it.

Some puppeteers take a different approach and create mechanical puppets that have combat capabilities greater than their own abilities.

Although such puppets are extremely difficult to control, when fighting against the enemy, a puppeteer working with a puppet stronger than himself can often unleash amazing combat power.

Originally this was something to be proud of, but under the current circumstances, it brought bad luck to Hongchenfang.

Although puppeteers are cultivators, they are not known for their own cultivation. Most of their spiritual power is used to control puppets. In terms of spiritual defense and mental cultivation, ordinary cultivators are weaker.

This results in their ability to resist the invasion of evil energy from extraterritorial demons being worse than that of ordinary people.

Feng Tianji looked at the mess on the ground and his eyes twitched slightly.

The accountants who were killed were all his trusted aides who had been carefully cultivated for many years, and each of them was worth a fortune. Now that most of them were killed in a flash, how could he not be furious?

As a result, these two puppet masters even set their sights on him.

Feng Tianji's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a dull sound, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he said word by word: "You, want to rebel?" His voice was filled with suppressed anger.
His narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed to be spitting fire as he stared at the two dazed puppeteers in front of him.

Of course, these two mechanical puppets could not do anything to him. As the leader of Hongchenfang, the protective magic weapon on his body was enough to withstand the full force attack of a Jindan stage cultivator.

But if this matter gets out, Feng Tianji will never be able to raise his head in front of those guys again. When Feng Tianji thought of the mocking expression that Liehuo might show after learning about this, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Bang!
The heavy mahogany door was kicked open, and the door slammed heavily against the wall, making a deafening noise.

A young man holding a sword walked in slowly. His steps seemed casual, but they contained some mysterious rhythm.

The young man had a stern face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a fierce aura.

Seeing the situation in the room, he snorted coldly: "Meng Feiyang is here, surrender quickly! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!" Quick Sword Meng Feiyang. This name is well-known in the Eastern Wasteland cultivator world.

Although he is just a casual cultivator and has not joined any sect.

The reason why Feng Tianji was protected was simply because he provided enough resources for cultivation.

Three hundred high-quality spirit stones per month, and a copy of “Gui Yi Sword Technique”.

He may not care about spirit stones, but the secret manual is something that cannot be obtained even with money.

As for why Feng Tianji asked Meng Feiyang to protect himself.

It is very simple to say, it just requires a master who can be more presentable to solve some problems when it is inconvenient for you to do so.

It can be said that the two people hit it off immediately, and apart from the employment relationship, they had no intersection at all.

The reason why Meng Feiyang has such a great reputation is that he once assassinated a cultivator who was undergoing tribulation and striving for the Golden Core during the crystallization period.

That battle is still talked about with relish by the cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness. In the end, the cultivator was blasted into pieces by the heavenly calamity, but Meng Feiyang escaped unscathed.

Meng Feiyang looked lazy, but his hands were moving very fast.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles were distinct, and thin calluses had formed on the joints from years of sword practice.

At the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, Meng Feiyang seemed to have completely transformed into another person. His originally lazy eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and his whole aura was as sharp as a sword out of its sheath.

The sword flashed so fast that one could not see its trajectory. The cold light was like thunder, appearing suddenly and disappearing in an instant.

The people in the room only felt a flash before their eyes and a breeze seemed to blow past their ears. When they came to their senses, the battle was over. Everyone couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment, as if the moment just now had been stolen.

Phew!

Two blood arrows spurted out from the necks of the two puppeteers almost simultaneously, appearing a gorgeous scarlet color under the sunlight.

They stared with their eyes wide open, and tried in vain to cover their necks with their hands, but they could not stop the blood from flowing out.

They fell down one after another. The puppets they controlled, having lost their master's control, immediately fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

At this moment, the blade in the hand of one of the puppets was only an inch away from Feng Tianji's chest.

The sharp tip of the knife almost touched his luxurious brocade robe, emitting a cold light in the sunlight.

Feng Tianji remained calm, just snorted coldly: "Why do you take action so late? Why don't you just wait until I'm stabbed?" There was obvious dissatisfaction in his voice, and his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a dull sound.

Meng Feiyang smiled nonchalantly and shook off the blood on the blade: "Are you still unsure about me? I will never let anyone hurt you in the slightest."

"I don't believe a single word of your promise. I will deduct ten mid-grade spirit stones from you." Feng Tianji said coldly.

He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped the blood that had splashed on his sleeve.

Meng Feiyang's expression collapsed instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head: "Not really, you're not even a little bit hurt."

As he said this, he exaggeratedly covered his chest with his hands, pretending to be heartbroken.

Feng Tianji ignored his antics and instead looked at the corpse on the ground with a frown.

These two puppeteers are from the Hongchen Workshop puppet lineage, and they are the best. It takes a lot of resources and time to train one of them.

Even for a master like Meng Feiyang, it would probably take some effort if he just fought against those two wooden puppets.

Otherwise, with his personality, he would not have chosen to kill the two puppet masters directly.

Adding to the tragic deaths of several accountants, today's losses were so great that Feng Tianji wanted to vomit blood.

Those accountants were all his carefully cultivated confidants, and each of them was priceless.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Go and check it for me right now. I want to see who is behind this little trick." Feng Tianji roared, his voice causing the dust on the beams to fall to the ground.

Soon, someone brought back the news.

After figuring out the whole story, Feng Tianji became even more upset.

It turned out that it was the work of the demon from outside the domain. He thought that other sects were secretly doing something.

That's why he didn't do it himself, but let Meng Feiyang deal with the two puppeteers. If he had known that it was the demons from the outer realm, the two puppeteers wouldn't have to die.

Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Feng Tianji said in a deep voice: "All those who died today will receive three... no five times the pension."

"Someone, come and prepare my carriage." Feng Tianji stood up and strode outside.

"Let's go and see what the Hehuan Sect is up to. If they can't give me a reasonable explanation, this matter will not be over." When he said this, there was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

Meng Feiyang followed Feng Tianji out of the door. The sunlight shone on his cynical face, reflecting a playful look.

Outside the gate of Hongchenfang, a carriage made of pure gold reflected dazzling golden light under the sun.

The carriage is gilded all over, and is carved with intricate cloud patterns and auspicious animal designs. Every detail exudes luxury and nobility.

Golden bells are hung on the four corners of the roof, making crisp and pleasant sounds when the breeze blows.

The carriage was indeed shocking, but what was even more shocking was the horse pulling the carriage.

This steed was two times bigger than an ordinary horse, and it gave people a strong sense of oppression just standing there. It was pitch black like the finest satin, and its fur shone with a healthy luster in the sun.

The mane on its head was dazzlingly white, like the purest snow, swaying gently with the horse's movements.

The most eye-catching thing is their teeth. When they snort occasionally, you can see sharp canine teeth like those of lions and tigers in their mouths. Their eyes are a strange amber color, with erect pupils and a wild light.

When the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, they made a dull sound, as if even the ground was shaking slightly.

Meng Feiyang held the sword in his arms and exclaimed in amazement, with a curious light flashing in his eyes: "I've always found it strange, don't you feel ashamed to go out in a carriage like this?"

He deliberately dragged out his voice, his tone full of teasing. As he spoke, he reached out to touch the mane of one of the horses, but the horse snorted and frightened him so much that he retracted his hand. (End of this chapter)