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

Chapter 156 Ninety-nine Styles
"By the way, Fang Yang, I brought you something."

After the five of them "toasted their alliance", Ling'er took out a storage bag and handed it to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang opened it and saw that it was full of various assassination treasures such as darts, silver needles, poisons, etc. Ling'er said:

"The disciples who were taught directly are all experts in the competition. These are for your self-defense."

Fang Yang was about to thank her when Ling'er said coldly, "I will also participate in the Disciple Competition. If you and I meet, I will show no mercy."

Wang Yujiao was surprised, "Ling'er, you are a disciple of Dark Lotus Peak, can you also participate?"

The Dark Lotus Peak is a secret existence within the Qingtang Sword Sect. Disciples in the peak cannot easily show themselves in public, and naturally they cannot participate in the competition for direct disciples.

Ling'er said, "I asked the Peak Master to make an exception. I was already exposed when we attacked Yunyu Town. I can no longer serve Dark Lotus Peak. If I can't become a direct disciple, I will be useless to Qingtang Sword Sect."

Ning Miaomiao and the others looked at each other and sighed. The Dark Lotus Peak was doing the dirtiest things, but it maintained the glory of the Qingtang Sword Sect. Ling'er's identity was exposed. If she couldn't go to other peaks to be a direct disciple, she would be trapped to death in the Dark Lotus Peak.

Fang Yang patted Ling'er on the shoulder and said, "You will definitely be able to become a regular employee. Come on!"

"Promote regular?" Ling'er chewed for a moment, and understood Fang Yang's meaning. Her eyes warmed up, "Thank you."

"Actually." Chen Wanrou and Ning Miaomiao said in unison: "I also participated in the direct disciple competition."

Wang Yujiao covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Miaomiao, Wanrou, why are you going too?"

Ning Miaomiao said: "I have the lowest cultivation among us, I don't want to be a drag."

Chen Wanrou subconsciously touched her cheek, which had just subsided, and said, "I want to go to the top of the mountain."

"That's good. From now on, we are all direct disciples, so it will be easier for us to do things."

Wang Yujiao was originally a direct disciple of the Demon-Slaying Peak, so she didn’t need to participate. She immediately took out a storage bag and threw it to Fang Yang.

"Give it to you!"

Fang Yang opened it and saw that it was full of sparkling formation stones.

Chen Wanrou and Ning Miaomiao also each took out a storage bag, which contained various puppets and elixirs.

Fang Yang was somewhat touched, "Thank you very much!"

When Fang Yang first entered Qingtang Mountain, several women gave him many treasures. This time they gave him even more. Now Fang Yang has countless treasures of all kinds in his hands.

If you throw it directly out during a fight, you can crush your opponent to death.

Wang Yujiao came over with a smile and patted Fang Yang on the shoulder, "Are you touched? It's a pity that you are the eldest sister's, so you can't give yourself to us."

"Yujiao!" Ning Miaomiao quickly pulled her away and said with some regret:
"It's a pity that Suqin is trapped in Tanglian Peak. She is a weapon refiner, and magic weapons play the greatest role in fighting."

Several fairies fell silent; they were all a little worried about Zhang Suqin.

Fang Yang said: "I heard from Fairy Xue Qin that Zhang Suqin and Li Wencheng are fine."

"That's good. Although the headmaster seems indifferent, he is not a cold person."

Seeing that it was getting late, several people left one after another. Chen Wanrou deliberately walked a few steps slower. After everyone else left the house, she suddenly turned to Fang Yang and asked:

"Fang Yang, what do you really feel towards Senior Sister?"

Fang Yang was startled. Qin Xueyan, who was hiding outside the yard, stiffened slightly, and her crystal white ears stood up.

"As for me, of course I regard her as my master."

Fang Yang chuckled, and Qin Xueyan outside clenched her fists.

"I do not believe."

Chen Wanrou took a step forward and raised her slender hand, trying to touch Fang Yang.

"She means a lot to me."

When Fang Yang opened his mouth, Chen Wanrou's hand suddenly stopped in the air.

Fang Yang continued, "When I was in the Demon Sect, I was terrified and confused, not knowing where my future would be. After I met Xue Yan, I realized that the world outside is so vast, and there are real fairies like her.

"At first, she and I just used each other. She wanted to kill the devil, and I wanted to survive. Gradually, we both began to change."

"She has helped me, saved me, and done a lot for me. Now, I must at least stay and stand with her."

Listening to Fang Yang's words, Chen Wanrou's hands slowly dropped. "I understand."

Chen Wanrou raised her eyes with a gentle smile on her face:

"Fang Yang, I didn't misjudge you, and neither did Senior Sister."

After saying that, he turned around and went out of the window.

Fang Yang walked to the window, looked at the deep night outside, and sighed slightly.

"Husband, can't you bear to part with your little lover?"

A charming voice sounded behind him. Fang Yang turned around and frowned:

"Inner demon? Where's Xueyan?!"

Qin Xueyan giggled, twisted her hips and walked in front of Fang Yang, placing her slender hands on his chest.

"My dear husband, I have already made an agreement with Qin Xueyan that she will accompany you in your practice every night. What good is that piece of wood? She won't move at all, and she doesn't allow my husband to take the upper position. How boring!"

Qin Xueyan pressed close to Fang Yang, her red lips gently opening and closing beside his ear:
"Tonight, you can do whatever you want with it."

Fang Yang got goosebumps from her teasing, and quickly said, "Bu Hei is still here."

Qin Xueyan glanced back at Bai Mu'er who looked curious, and chuckled, "So my husband likes to sleep with his wife? I obey your command!"

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he flew dozens of feet out of the courtyard with Fang Yang.

Soon, the two came to the familiar dense forest again.

Qin Xueyan raised her hand and set up three isolation magic arrays, completely blocking any images and sounds from spreading out of the dense forest.

"Husband."

Qin Xueyan bent down slightly, held the tree trunk with both hands, and looked back at Fang Yang.

"Come and practice."

Biyue Peak.

The courtyard where Qin Xueyan and Xiaohuan live.

Xiao Huan and Feng Pan'er sneaked in from outside holding chicken legs. Feng Pan'er whispered:
"Master Sister is really not here?"

Xiao Huan said: "Don't worry, I saw the young lady go out with my own eyes."

Feng Pan'er was puzzled: "Where are you going, Senior Sister, so late at night?"

Xiao Huan whispered: "I guess the young lady is going to teach her apprentice."

Feng Paner opened her eyes wide: "The one called Fang Yang? Is he good-looking? Can he cook?"

Feng Pan'er is already eighteen years old and has already had clear criteria for choosing a partner: handsome and good at cooking.

Xiao Huan patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about? You are someone's uncle!"

Feng Paner was even more excited. "Uncle-master and nephew, forbidden love, my god, so exciting!"

"Eh~ disgusting!" Xiaohuan shuddered.

Xiaohuan and Qin Xueyan lived in the same yard, with adjacent rooms. The two men sneaked into Xiaohuan's room, dug out two jars of wine from under the bed, and drank while eating chicken legs, looking very happy.

Both of them were half drunk. Feng Paner said with a smile, "Xiao Huaner, where is the book we hid last time? Take it out and have a look."

Xiao Huan's cheeks flushed. "How dare you say that? I asked you to buy a love story book about a scholar and a princess, but you bought 'Ninety-nine Positions for Husband and Wife'. I couldn't sleep the whole night after reading it last time! If the young lady knew about this, both of our butts would be beaten to pieces!"

"Oh, dear Xiaohuan, just take a look!" Feng Pan'er begged coquettishly.

Xiaohuan had no choice but to move the table away and pick up a piece of floor. A small groove appeared underneath and the book was hidden inside.

However, at this moment, the groove was empty.

"Where's the storybook? Why is it gone?"

"Oh my god, who took my Ninety-Nine Styles?"

(End of this chapter)