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

Chapter 148 Nangong Yan and Chen Wanrou

Qingyang Peak.

On the mountainside, Banxian Peak.

Chen Wanrou was sitting cross-legged on the edge of a cliff, meditating with her eyes closed.

Her talent was ordinary, but relying on her tenacious character, she was promoted from the outer sect to the inner sect, and then from an ordinary disciple of Qingyang Peak to a core disciple. She was able to live in the Banxian Peak on the mountainside, and her status was second only to the elders who lived on the top of the peak, Nangong Yan, and several direct disciples.

Nangong Yan and others are geniuses, which are beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators, but Chen Wanrou is not a genius. Her success is undoubtedly an encouragement to ordinary disciples.

Therefore, she has always been admired and respected by many disciples in Qingyang Peak.

But all this changed after she was captured and rescued from the Demon Sect.

Those disciples who once admired her now looked at her with strange eyes.

There are morning classes at Qingyang Peak every day, and in the past, Chen Wanrou led the ordinary disciples in the training.

And now, Chen Wanrou can only sit in the corner and practice silently, and have to endure countless weird and speculative looks.

She knew why.

But she felt depressed, as these things were not what she wanted to happen.

In a place like the Demon Sect, it was a blessing to come back alive. Did they still ask her to defend her innocence even at the cost of her life?
Besides, even if she lost her innocence, what did it have to do with these people?
When she was besieged by enemies in the great battle between good and evil, when she was struggling to survive in Yunyu Town, where were those who despised her?
They looked down on her, but she wanted to prove that even if I was covered in filth, I was still better than you!
Chen Wanrou decided to take part in the competition for disciples three months later.

As long as she becomes a direct disciple, no one will dare to criticize her anymore, and everyone will forget that she was once captured by the Demon Sect and suffered humiliation.

These days, Chen Wanrou practices until late at night every day.

She was originally at the second level of the Golden Core, but after being injured her cultivation was damaged and she dropped to the first level of the Golden Core.

But she is still fearless. The reason why she can get to where she is now is not because of her cultivation, but because of her fearless spirit.

The months she spent in Yunyu Town were when she was at her weakest, but fortunately she met Ning Miaomiao, Wang Yujiao, Zhang Suqin, the senior sister, and Fang Yang.

But now that she had returned to the Qingtang Sword Sect, there was no room for weakness.

Now, she wants to be the Chen Wanrou who would stab you with a sword even if she gets scars all over her body.

A slight sound of breaking air was heard in the distance. Chen Wanrou opened her eyes and saw a flying sword approaching from afar. The person on the flying sword saw her, exclaimed, and suddenly landed.

Chen Wanrou was startled and quickly stood up and saluted: "Greetings, Senior Sister Nangong."

Nangong Yan raised her head slightly and glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, "It's so late, what are you doing?"

Chen Wanrou said respectfully: "Senior Sister, I am practicing."

"He is quite hardworking." Nangong Yan nodded, her eyes flickering, and suddenly asked:
"In that small town of the Demon Sect, you lived with the senior sister and Fang Yang?"

Chen Wanrou was startled, then answered immediately: "Yes."

Nangong Yan approached, "Are Senior Sister and Fang Yang really brother and sister?"

Chen Wanrou said: "Yes."

"I heard"

Nangong Yan smiled and said in a vague voice, "Big Sister and Fang Yang are very close and often live in the same room. Is this true?"

Just as Chen Wanrou was about to speak, Nangong Yan said, "I heard that my junior brothers and sisters have some misunderstandings about you recently. If you are willing to listen to me, I can report to the peak master and accept you as my personal disciple. In this way, no one will dare to look down on you anymore."

Chen Wanrou was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Senior Sister and Fang Yang have never done anything beyond the line."

Nangong Yan frowned, and an invisible pressure came towards Chen Wanrou, making her almost unable to stand.

"Junior Sister Chen, don't forget that you are from Qingyang Peak."

Chen Wanrou said: "Senior Sister Nangong, everything I said is true."

Nangong Yan narrowed her eyes, "You really don't want to be a direct disciple?"

Chen Wanrou bowed and said, "I will participate in the disciple competition and reach the top with my own strength." "Humph." Nangong Yan snorted coldly:
"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

Chen Wanrou said: "If he really died, it was because of his own lack of strength, and he can't blame others."

Snapped!
Nangong Yan slapped Chen Wanrou in the face, knocking her to the ground. Chen Wanrou wanted to stand up, but Nangong Yan stepped on her head, making her unable to move.

Nangong Yan exerted force with her feet, rubbing Chen Wanrou's face against the hard rock.

"You are so ungrateful. You want to be my disciple from Qingyang Peak after being played with by the evil thieves? As long as I am still the eldest sister of Qingyang Peak, don't even think about it!"

Nangong Yan's voice was indifferent, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant. She crushed it twice with her feet, then flew up on her sword and flew straight to the top of the mountain.

Chen Wanrou lay on the ground for a long time, then slowly got up.

Her left cheek was red and swollen, with a clear slap mark on it, and her right cheek, which had rubbed against the ground, was covered with fine scars.

She stood there, silent for a long time. A tear fell on the ground and quickly dried up without making any splash.

Chen Wanrou wiped the corners of her eyes, sat down cross-legged, and continued to practice.

The next day.

Fang Yang sat at the table and poured out a bunch of glittering things from his storage bag. These were the treasures given to him by several fairies when he was in Yunyu Town.

There are a wide variety of talisman papers, elixirs, formation stones, puppets, etc.

Fang Yang spent a long time picking and choosing among the pile of treasures.

Bai Mu'er was lying across the table, stretched out his hand curiously, and was patted by Fang Yang.

"Don't touch it."

"ah"

The white-haired girl cried out softly, her big eyes became watery, her little mouth pouted, her face full of grievance.

Fang Yang glanced at her and handed her a colorful formation stone.

"Take it and play with it!"

"Ah!" Bai Mu'er took it, got off the table holding the formation stone, and rolled happily on the ground, with her robe rolled up, revealing her snow-white belly.

Fang Yang shook his head. Cats just know how to act like a spoiled child.

He searched for a while and finally found what he wanted - the photo stone.

This is also a kind of formation stone. You draw a shadow-retaining formation on the crystal stone. When using it, you inject spiritual power into it and you can record the surrounding scene.

By injecting spiritual energy while watching, the saved images can be released.

This thing will come in handy tonight.

Soon it was night, and Fang Yang closed his eyes and practiced calmly.

Late at night, a breeze blew by and Fang Yang opened his eyes.

Qin Xueyan was wearing a plum blossom pleated skirt, and she looked like a blooming night plum, standing gracefully in front of him.

There were several plum blossoms embroidered on the upper part of the skirt, with two prominent ones right on the fairy's chest. Fang Yang couldn't help but take a few more glances, and suddenly remembered the fierce battle in the grove over the past two nights.

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Xueyan's expression turned cold, and she covered her slightly red ears.

Fang Yang quickly stood up and changed the subject: "Fairy, is Wang Feng outside?"

Qin Xueyan sneered: "Not only Wang Feng, but Nangong Yan is also here."

(End of this chapter)