From the fake emperor to the concubine

Zheng Yi was sighing at how powerful this guy Liehuo was.

He controlled four magical instruments at the same time, and each one was as easy as using one's own arm, unleashing astonishing power.

"Don't just hide aside and watch the show. If the guy who is acting like a villain can move, let him take care of himself. Come and help quickly. I can't hold on for much longer." Liehuo urged with gritted teeth.

Liehuo's voice was hoarse and rapid, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. The veins on his hand holding the Lihuo Sword were bulging, and the flames on the sword flickered.

Zheng Yi smiled awkwardly, then hurried to help Liehuo defend himself.

Controlling four high-level magic tools at the same time requires continuous injection of spiritual power for precise control of each one. Even a cultivator at the Spiritualization Stage would probably find it difficult to sustain this kind of consumption for a long time.

"Hold on, reinforcements will come." Zheng Yi gave Liehuo some reassurance while helping.

Jian Shisan, who was practicing to restore his spiritual energy, couldn't help but say, "You said the same thing just now."

His voice was weak but clear, and he had obviously regained some strength.

Zheng Yi's expression didn't change at all, and he said without turning his head: "Just tell me if there are any reinforcements coming?"

Jian Shisan shut up because there was indeed a strong ally like Liehuo coming to help.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the fierce fire that was fighting hard.

Although they usually disliked each other, they had to admit at this moment that the arrival of this old rival did save their lives.

If this guy hadn't underestimated the enemy, their current situation wouldn't be so difficult.

Jian Shisan's eyes swept across the battlefield, and he could feel that the power of those magic weapons was decreasing.

It seems that the fire is indeed running out of energy.

Liehuo was also full of doubts: "You knew I was coming?"

While controlling the magic weapon, he turned his head to look at Zheng Yi, his eyes full of confusion.

Zheng Yi did not hide it and said as a matter of course: "The extraterritorial demon appeared in the East Wilderness. If you did not show up, it would be very strange, right?"

His tone was flat, as if he was stating an obvious fact.

……

Jian Shisan and Liehuo were both speechless.

The two looked at each other and saw the same helplessness in each other's eyes. The young man's logic was simple and direct, but it was impossible to refute.

Jian Shisan nodded slightly.

Indeed, the major sects could not sit idly by when the foreign demons invaded. As the top masters of the Eastern Wasteland, they would naturally come to deal with it.

Now that they have shown up, the others probably won’t sit idly by.

So those guys should be on their way, right?
What you say will come true.

Just as Zheng Yi finished speaking, a bright red light suddenly lit up in the distant sky.

Then a huge peony flew over the monsters and headed straight towards them.

The peony was as big as a house, with layered petals emitting a soft glow.

On the bed formed by flower petals, a graceful figure was lying on her side, with fluttering clothes, like a fairy descending to the earth.

"That's...Qiu Miaoyin?"

Liehuo's voice suddenly became a little strange, and his originally rough voice unconsciously rose a few notes.

His eyes flickered and the Lihuo sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

He keenly noticed that Liehuo's face was slightly red, and the hand holding the sword tightened unnaturally. Moreover, there seemed to be a hint of anger.

The next moment, she landed lightly on the ground, and the peony flower shrank rapidly and flew back to Qiu Miaoyin's head, making her dignified appearance more bright and elegant.

Her long skirt danced lightly in the wind, and the pearl hairpins in her hair made crisp sounds.

"So Master Liehuo and Master Jian are here. I'm honored to meet you." Qiu Miaoyin's voice was gentle and beautiful, making people feel like they were listening to heavenly music.

He bowed slightly, his movements graceful and appropriate.

When he raised his head, his eyes as clear as autumn water stayed on Liehuo for a moment longer, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Liehuo's face turned pale in an instant and he turned his head away without looking at Qiu Miaoyin.

He said coldly: "Now that you are here, hurry up and help. Kill these monsters first."

His voice was deliberately low, with a sense of stiffness and alienation.

This attitude of keeping people at a distance is quite different from his previous and subsequent performances.

Zheng Yi discovered that Liehuo became stiff when facing Qiu Miaoyin. This generous guy was like a sulky child at this moment.

Qiu Miaoyin ignored Liehuo's hostility and looked at Zheng Yi with a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, with a smile on her face.

There seemed to be starlight twinkling in her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

"I don't know this gentleman, what should I call him?"

Her voice is like a spring flowing through a mountain stream, and each word has a unique rhythm that makes people want to listen more unconsciously.

Looking at this woman whose every move and gesture carried a special rhythm, even Zheng Yi couldn't help but sigh, what a charm.

Every movement she made was perfect: the swing of her skirt, the movement of her hair, and even the rhythm of her breathing all seemed carefully designed to form a perfect picture.

Zheng Yi has seen too many women, and judging by appearance alone, Qiu Miaoyin is not actually the most beautiful one.

Although her facial features were exquisite, they were not peerless. Compared to those stunning beauties, her appearance could only be considered superior. But her unique temperament made her absolutely not inferior to those stunning beauties.

This is not just beauty or charm. Qiu Miaoyin gives people the feeling that her every move is a beautiful song and her every frown and smile is full of stories.

Her existence is like a moving poem, which makes people want to read it carefully. Every look and every smile seem to be telling something.

If you were a native of this world, you would probably be completely bewitched by Qiu Miaoyin.

However, Zheng Yi has a different understanding of such women.

Isn’t this just a...

Are you a dramatic actor?
With the memory of later life, Zheng Yi could easily detect the deliberate performance from the woman's every move.

Those seemingly natural movements are actually carefully designed to leave a deep impression on people.

"Next, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, Zheng Yi."

Zheng Yi bowed with his hands clasped in a standard yet graceful manner, neither rude nor overly enthusiastic.

"Are you Zheng Yi?" Liehuo turned around in shock and almost lost control of the magic weapon.

His eyes widened and the beard on his chin trembled. The flame of the Lihuo Sword jumped violently, showing the shock of its owner.

It's no wonder that Liehuo was so surprised. Although he knew that the leader of the Hehuan Sect had been replaced and that the new leader was Zheng Yi, he had never seen him.

Liehuo had always believed that the person who could sit in that position must be an old fellow who had practiced for who knows how many years.

But I didn't expect that Zheng Yi is so young.

Although the age of these cultivators cannot be determined from their appearance, many people with high cultivation levels still look young even if they have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years.

There are also some people who are not qualified enough, and their faces become old and decadent in just a hundred years.

However, the monks still have a way to tell a person's true age.

That's why Liehuo was so shocked.

Because they can see that Zheng Yi is not pretending to be young, but is really young.

Compared to the raging fire, Qiu Miaoyin was much calmer.

A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but she quickly returned to that half-smile expression.

The slender fingers gently brushed the hair at the temples, the movement was elegant and calm.

"Mr. Zheng is young and promising, and I admire him. Our Tianyin Pavilion has always been on good terms with the Hehuan Sect. I hope you will take good care of us in the future."

Her voice was still pleasant, but there was a little more sincerity in her tone. Her eyes, which could speak, looked directly at Zheng Yi, so weak and pitiful that people could not bear to refuse.

"Okay, okay!" Zheng Yi looked fascinated and seemed willing to agree to anything.

But if you look closely, you will find that the depths of his eyes are still as clear as ever.

Qiu Miaoyin secretly cried out in horror. This young man named Zheng Yi gave her a very bad impression.

Her intuition told her that this young man who seemed to be fascinated by her was actually very sober.

That disguised obsession made her feel a little uneasy.

This person was obviously not very old, but he seemed to be able to see through her heart.

Qiu Miaoyin had only met two such people before, but those two were both old guys who looked down upon the entire Eastern Wasteland.

Zheng Yi seems polite on the surface.

There was not much of a smile on his face. His polite appearance was impeccable, yet he seemed to keep people at a distance.

He was not promised anything at all.

Okay, what does that mean?
Qiu Miaoyin narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her red lips. This ambiguous answer made her alarm bells ring.

Having been in the world of cultivation for many years, she knows best what this way of speaking, which seems to be agreeing but is actually evading responsibility, means.

This is just another way of saying no.

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the embroidery on the sleeves, and she was secretly calculating in her mind.

This young man is much more difficult to deal with than she had imagined. It seems that the Hehuan Sect has really got a powerful character this time.

After just a few casual conversations, Qiu Miaoyin had already decided that she must keep a certain distance from Zheng Yi in the future.

She took a half step back inconspicuously, her skirt dancing in the wind, seemingly casually but actually deliberately, as she distanced herself from Zheng Yi.

This Liehuo is different. This man is not someone he can easily control.

Of course, Qiu Miaoyin probably doesn’t know.

At this moment, Zheng Yi was also thinking the same thing in his mind: "This woman is not easy to deal with. I must be more careful next time."

Maybe this is the tacit understanding between the two veteran drivers.

With Qiu Miaoyin's joining, Liehuo directly took back the Hanyu Bottle and let Qiu Miaoyin replace the Hanyu Bottle.

The crystal clear jade bottle turned into a stream of light and flew back into Liehuo's sleeves. At the same time, Qiu Miaoyin took a light step forward. The process was extremely smooth, as if it had been rehearsed before.

After controlling one less magical weapon, Liehuo felt much more relaxed.

He let out a long sigh, and the beads of sweat on his forehead gradually disappeared.

The flame of the Lihuo Sword became stable again, and the green flames spewing from the furnace also regained their previous power.

Qiu Miaoyin raised his jade hand slightly, and dozens of petals appeared on his slender jade hand.

The petals were a dreamy pink and purple color, and each one emitted a faint halo.

They slowly rotated in her palms, as if held up by invisible air currents, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

"I really don't like the sight of you ugly guys. So... can you please die?" Her voice was still soft and beautiful, but it was filled with unquestionable murderous intent.

With a gentle blow of her bright red lips, the petals in her hand fluttered up and began to spin in the air.

The seemingly fragile petals emitted a sharp cold light at the edges the moment they left my hand.

In the blink of an eye, a huge tornado formed.

The petals expanded rapidly as they spun, each one turning into the size of a door panel. As the wind howled, cracks appeared on the ground, and gravel and dust were swept into it, adding to its majesty.

The monster rushing in the front was directly sucked into the tornado, and drifted around uncontrollably in the strong wind.

The huge body was tossed around in the violent airflow like a doll in a washing machine, and its hard shell collided with the petals, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

There were not only those monsters in the tornado, but also the petals that Qiu Miaoyin had just blown away.

These seemingly beautiful petals are actually weapons that reap lives.

The petals were spinning at high speed, like countless flying knives, leaving deep scars on the monster's body that were visible to the bone.

After just a few spins, the monster was like an apple thrown into a juicer, crushed into pieces by the strong wind and petals.

After defeating one monster, the strong wind did not dissipate, but under Qiu Miaoyin's control, it caught up with other monsters.

Her fingers danced gracefully, as if conducting a symphony. Each command made the tornado change direction according to her wishes, chasing the next prey.

Before, only Zheng Yi and Jian Shisan were able to stop these ferocious monsters.

Now with two more powerful reinforcements, these monsters are gradually becoming too numerous for them to kill.

The huge eyeball kept squirming, and black shadows kept falling from the pupil. But before the newly appeared monster could gain a foothold, it was torn into pieces by the joint attack of the four people.

At this moment, the few people here can be said to be the strongest in Eastern Wilderness.

The monsters of the Eye Demon are not impressive in other aspects except for their huge size.

Soon, more than half of the monsters were killed or injured, and the battlefield was completely clear.

"You deserve to die, humans deserve to die!" The angry voice of the Eye Demon kept buzzing in everyone's mind.

The sound was like millions of bees flapping their wings in the ears at the same time, making people dizzy. But with the previous lesson, everyone took precautions in advance this time.

This guy looks stupid, but he is actually very cunning.

On the surface, it seemed like an incompetent roar, but in fact, it was just a mental attack from the Eye Demon.

However, no one nowadays is like Liehuo, completely unprepared.

Jian Shisan's sword intent turned into an invisible barrier, Zheng Yi's pure human emperor body automatically resisted external invasion, and Qiu Miaoyin used sound waves to build a protective net.

Even the fire has learned its lesson and has set up several layers of protection with fire, being extremely careful. (End of this chapter)