The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Game
"After spending some time together, I like you very much. Let's get married. If you are willing, give me 300,000 yuan as a betrothal gift. If not, just call me dad."

"father."

Fang Yang looked at the chat history between himself and his 99th blind date, feeling calm.

He is 28 years old this year. Thinking back to his first blind date three years ago, he was nervous but full of enthusiasm.

I fantasize about meeting a gentle, lovely and like-minded woman, walking into the palace of marriage with her, having children, and supporting each other.

However, three years have passed and he still hasn't married.

Fang Yang's qualifications were actually not bad. He was 1.8 meters tall, had regular facial features, and a steady but dark personality. He eliminated countless opponents in the treacherous workplace and finally became a department manager.

However, his qualifications are still far inferior to those of the Saudi prince and cannot meet the requirements of those blind date candidates at all.

What really changed Fang Yang was his tenth blind date.

She was a female college student with two ponytails, pure and sweet, and it was said that her major was software hardening engineering.

Fang Yang was very satisfied and asked her to see a movie. She said that she was doing an internship and had to work the night shift every day.

The next day, Fang Yang met this female college student in a KTV. She changed her arrogant attitude, took Fang Yang's arm and said:

"Brother, let's go upstairs."

From then on, Fang Yang treated blind dates as a business.

Fire one shot and then move to another place. If you can't even fire one shot, that's the situation today.

At least let the other person call you dad.

Fang Yang skillfully blocked the 99th blind date candidate, stood up and walked out of the company.

The sky suddenly became extremely gorgeous, and exclamations were heard all around. Fang Yang looked up in shock, only to see a huge fireball falling from the sky.

"Fuck! I don't even have a wife yet!"

Fang Yang only had time to curse before he was hit by the fireball and his consciousness fell into darkness.

"Does the sect really want to assign us wives?"

"Our Tian Huan Sect has won a great victory over those so-called righteous sects this time. The Sect Master said that all meritorious disciples can come on stage to draw lots. If they are lucky, they can draw a righteous female cultivator to be their wife!"

"Damn it, these righteous female cultivators call themselves fairies, they are all so arrogant, and now they are being ridden by us!"

"I heard that these righteous female cultivators were fed the Soul Sealing Pill, and their spiritual power is gone. They can only serve us obediently!"

"If only I could draw it!"

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard noisy sounds and excited discussions in my ears. Fang Yang seemed to have emerged from endless darkness and suddenly opened his eyes.

But he found himself in an antique building with red pillars and carved rafters. He was surrounded by people wearing ancient costumes, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

In front was a high platform with countless glittering objects on it, and in the center were five slim and dignified women in flowing white dresses.

But they were all tied up with ropes, wearing masks on their faces, trembling, and being pointed at and talked about by people in the audience.

This is where?

Are you filming?
Fang Yang was stunned for a moment, and countless memories that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his mind.

This is no longer the modern world, but a world of immortal cultivation called Qinzhou Continent.

The original owner of this body was also called Fang Yang, and he grew up in an ordinary mortal village.

When he was fourteen, a wandering immortal said that he had spiritual roots and could practice, so he took him away from the village.

The original body thought that he could become an immortal, but who knew that he was brought by that person to the evil sect that everyone was afraid of.

Tianhuan Gate.

The Tianhuan Sect's actions were treacherous and cruel, and their cultivation methods were mainly based on absorbing spiritual energy from humans and monsters, and replenishing yin and yang. They were hated by countless righteous cultivators.

However, the Tianhuan Sect is very powerful and has remained standing despite having committed evil for many years.

Its sphere of influence stretched for thousands of miles, and it established dozens of towns.

Fang Yang was taken to one of the small towns.

Cloud and rain town.

The original body tried to escape, but soon found that as a disciple of the Demon Sect, as long as he was strong enough, he could do whatever he wanted.

Those high-level disciples have unlimited resources and can decide life and death with just a word.

So the original body practiced hard, wanting to become a superior person.

But his aptitude was mediocre. After several years of learning, he was only at the second level of Qi Refining and was still a junior disciple.

A month ago, there was a great battle between good and evil, and the evil sect won a great victory. The Tianhuan sect seized countless resources and treasures, and captured more than a hundred righteous female cultivators.

The original body was pushed to the front line as cannon fodder during the war, and relying on the lives of these junior disciples, he killed an elder of the Qingtang Sword Sect.

Among hundreds of junior disciples, only a dozen survived.

The original body had actually died at that time, so Fang Yang's soul was able to enter this body, replacing Fang Yang in this world of immortal cultivation and becoming a disciple of the Demon Sect.

Perhaps it takes a process for the strange soul and body to merge together, Fang Yang's consciousness has been in a daze the whole time.

It was not until this moment that he completely integrated the memories of the modern world and the world of cultivation.

The remaining soul of the original body completely dissipated, and this body finally belonged to him completely.

And he also completely bid farewell to his previous world.

Dad, Mom, I am an unfilial son. Not only can I not find a daughter-in-law for you, I can't even stay with you.

I'm sorry, you must take care of yourself.

I will also live well in this world!
Fang Yang said his final farewell to everything in the past in his heart. His eyes were clear and transparent, and with the help of his original body's memory, he immediately sorted out his current situation.

At this moment, he was in the only brothel in Yunyu Town, Zonghuan Tower.

The leader of the Tianhuan Sect ordered that the spoils of war and the captured righteous female practitioners be rewarded to the meritorious disciples.

However, the Tianhuan Sect governs dozens of towns, and the spoils and righteous female cultivators allocated to Yunyu Town are limited. There are hundreds of meritorious disciples in Yunyu Town, so there are not enough to go around.

So Elder Zheng, who was in charge of Yunyu Town, decided to let the disciples draw lots to decide the rewards.

The drawing ceremony was held in Zonghuan Tower.

At this time, Zonghuan Tower was crowded with people. The glittering things on the high platform in front were trophies such as talisman paper, elixirs, magic tools, puppets, and spirit stones.

The five women who were tied up with ropes and wearing masks were the captured female cultivators of the righteous path.

They all wore the Qingtang Sword Sect's white cloud gauze skirts, and were graceful and ethereal like fairies. Even though they had become prisoners, they could not conceal their elegant and dignified temperaments.

At this moment, they were being viewed and discussed like objects. The five of them were trembling, obviously feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

There is also a mahogany round table on the platform, and on the table is a fortune stick box, which contains talisman fortune sticks, elixir fortune sticks, puppet fortune sticks, animal fortune sticks, magic weapon fortune sticks, and human fortune sticks.

As the name suggests, if you draw a talisman lot, you can choose a talisman paper, and if you draw a beast lot, you can choose a monster.

If you draw the human lot, you will be able to get a righteous female cultivator as your wife.

Although this is a world of cultivating immortals, it is actually the same as the modern world.

Only those senior disciples and elders with high cultivation and sufficient resources can easily marry a wife, or even have three wives and four concubines.

Most junior disciples will never be able to marry in this lifetime. Immortal cultivators are also human beings, with seven emotions and six desires, and some even have greater desires.

Male cultivators want women, and female cultivators will also be more strict in selecting men.

Therefore, for a junior disciple like Fang Yang, it is extremely difficult to get married.

But now they have the chance to get a beautiful, dignified and elegant female cultivator of the righteous path, who can make them lower their proud heads and call them "husband" obediently.

This unexpected good fortune made all the disciples of the Demon Sect who were eligible to go on stage to draw lots excited!
Fang Yang saw everything around him, but sighed secretly in his heart.

An unexpected blessing?

I'm afraid it's a death warrant from heaven!

In his previous life, he was a department manager in a large company, so he naturally understood the principle of being guilty of possessing a treasure.

Now he is just a junior disciple with low cultivation level. If he really gets a charming and beautiful righteous fairy as his wife.

How could it not arouse jealousy?
This is a demon sect. Even if someone kills someone and steals their wife, I'm afraid the higher-ups won't care.

In fact, the upper echelons of the Tianhuan Sect may have done this intentionally to let their disciples fight each other in order to raise poisonous insects and cultivate powerful and loyal high-level cannon fodder?

At this time, a tall and thin figure in a black robe descended from the sky, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

The countless noisy discussions came to an abrupt end.

All the disciples of Tian Huan Sect bowed and saluted:

"Meet Elder Zheng."

This is the manager of Yunyu Town, the elder of Tianhuan Sect, Zheng Chengdan.

Fang Yang followed the people around him and bowed.

Zheng Chengdan raised his hand calmly, and the disciples dared to stand up straight. He spoke slowly, his voice excited:
"This time, our Tianhuan Sect has won a great victory. The Sect Master is very pleased and has given out all the spoils to reward the meritorious disciples!"

"You should remember this favor in your heart!"

“When we defeat the Qingtang Sword Sect in the future, anyone who has made contributions, regardless of their rank, will have the hope of taking Qin Xueyan, Nangong Yan, and Luo Linger as wives and concubines!”

Wow!
Countless disciples shouted loudly and bowed down excitedly:
"Master, I will do you all the kindness you have bestowed upon me, without hesitation!"

Fang Yang had no choice but to kneel down and secretly observe the people around him.

Everyone's face was flushed with excitement, and they were extremely grateful to the sect.

Fang Yang shook his head secretly. He was too familiar with this routine of promising small things to his subordinates.

The Qingtang Sword Sect is the mortal enemy of the Tianhuan Sect. In this battle between good and evil, the Tianhuan Sect's main enemy was the Qingtang Sword Sect.

Qin Xueyan, Nangong Yan and Luo Ling'er mentioned by Elder Zheng are the three most famous fairies in Qingtang Sword Sect.

Especially Qin Xueyan, who has extraordinary talent and unparalleled beauty, is recognized as the number one fairy in the righteous path.

During this battle between good and evil, Fang Yang saw Qin Xueyan from afar.

She was dressed in white, looking as graceful as a fairy. She fought alone against the three elders of Tianhuan Sect and was not at a disadvantage.

The Qingtang Sword Sect was defeated, but Qin Xueyan still killed countless disciples of the Motian Sect, and no one dared to challenge her.

The disciples of the Demon Sect were both afraid of and admired Qin Xueyan.

Fang Yang originally hid a portrait of Qin Xueyan under his bed, and whenever it was late at night, he would take it out to comfort his loneliness.

How could these disciples not be excited when they heard the big plan that Elder Zheng had drawn?
Fang Yang was shouting "die hard", but he felt it was funny in his heart.

This PUA method is too low-level.

After the leader finished speaking, the drawing of lots finally began.

There are more than a hundred meritorious disciples in Yunyu Town this time, among whom there are more than thirty yellow-level disciples, and the rest are all junior disciples.

The Tianhuan Sect has a strict hierarchy, from high to low: Tian, ​​Di, Xuan, Huang, and Chu.

Junior disciples are cannon fodder like Fang Yang.

Yellow-level disciples have a higher status, so they draw lots first.

More than thirty yellow-level disciples came on stage to draw lots one after another. They were all muttering to themselves while drawing lots, staring at the five righteous female cultivators with burning eyes.

Yellow-level disciples are already able to practice the Tianhuan Sect's unique Caibu Gong method. If they can draw a female cultivator from the righteous path, they can not only enjoy all the good fortune, but can also use the righteous fairy as a cauldron for their practice.

Not only did he have a beautiful wife, but he could also quickly improve his cultivation. This was simply a great thing.

So they all want to draw the lottery.

Every time they drew a lottery ticket, there were excited shouts from the audience.

This is like opening a blind box on live broadcast. Those who open it are looking forward to it, and those who watch are also excited.

However, these more than 30 yellow-level disciples were unlucky and none of them were able to draw a lot.

Everyone looked disappointed and gloomy.

"The yellow-level disciples didn't even get the chance, so we have a chance, hahaha!"

Fang Yang sighed inwardly when he heard the junior disciples around him who were about to go on stage to draw lots were ecstatic.

You got what your boss didn't get. Aren't you asking for trouble?
Fang Yang moved back silently, hoping that the person in front of him would take away the five death warrants so that he could go on stage again.

Soon, the junior disciples came on stage one after another, and finally one of them drew the lottery ticket.

"Haha, I got it, I got it!"

He was extremely excited. He rubbed his hands and walked in front of the five righteous female cultivators. Finally, he chose a tall and curvy female cultivator.

"My fairy, from today on you are my wife, you have to serve me well, hahahaha!"

Amid the deafening and crazy shouts, the righteous female cultivator trembled all over, sobbing, and was led down the platform by the junior disciple.

The atmosphere on the scene became even more fanatical.

The junior disciple who got his wife was very proud. He took the righteous female cultivator and strolled in the crowd to show off, but he didn't notice the several jealous and cold eyes around him.

Fang Yang lowered his head and prayed silently, "Please take away the remaining four quickly!"
Soon, the junior disciples who were in front of Fang Yang had come on stage to draw lots, and finally it was Fang Yang's turn.

He walked up to the platform with a bitter look on his face.

In the center of the platform, there was one last righteous female cultivator left.

You bunch of non-chiefs!

Fang Yang felt depressed when he looked at those unlucky guys who didn’t get to draw a lot.

He reluctantly reached into the stick box and found dozens of wooden sticks inside.

Fang Yang felt a little relieved. There were still so many lots, it shouldn't be easy to draw a human lot.

He fiddled with his hands for a while, finally grabbed a wooden stick and slowly took it out.

Suddenly, Fang Yang's scalp felt numb.

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