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

Chapter 167: Disciple Competition
Qingyang Peak.

On the mountainside.

A waterfall rolled down the cliff, and a woman was sitting beside the waterfall. She had long, smooth hair and a slender figure, looking quite fragile like a girl from a water village.

The next moment, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and a brilliant light shone on her body.

She suddenly flew up and swung the sword in her hand, cutting the falling waterfall into two parts. Then it turned into two huge water swords, surrounding the woman.

At this moment, an extremely sharp light burst out from the seemingly weak woman.

The next moment, the waterfall returned to normal. Chen Wanrou slowly landed on the ground and stood on the edge of the cliff. The night was dark and the sky was solemn.

"I am at the third level of the Golden Core and I must become your personal disciple!"

Dark Lotus Peak.

This is a dark peak hidden inside Qingtang Mountain. It is outside the six peaks and out of sight of the world.

In a hidden cave, a petite woman fell to the ground, her body twitching and her expression in pain.

But her eyes were extremely clear and full of determination.

"Record of Celestial Beasts. Nine-Tailed Fox Volume" is different from other martial arts. Every time you advance to a higher level, your body will change and you will suffer great pain.

And tonight, Ling'er is about to break through the third level.

A pink light shone on Ling'er's body, and her voice was extremely painful, yet with a bit of irrepressible enchantment and charm.

The Record of Heavenly Beasts in ancient times was actually a magical skill, which was the process of humans gradually transforming into ancient mythical beasts.

Ling'er is experiencing this change now.

"what!!"

After the shrill screams of pain, silence finally returned to the cave.

After a moment, Ling'er got up from the ground. Her eyes were pink and three furry fox tails stood up behind her petite body.

Ling'er waved her hand, and three huge claw marks appeared on the stone wall of the cave.

"Nine-Tailed Fox Scroll, finally reached the third floor."

Qingyang Peak, top.

A three-courtyard house that occupies half of the peak.

Outside the courtyard are beautifully trimmed trees and flowers. Walking into the courtyard, there is a small bridge and flowing water. Walking further ahead, there are beautiful and spacious small buildings.

During this time, several maids were coming and going carrying things.

This is the residence of Nangong Yan, the senior sister of Qingyang Peak.

Different from the simple and elegant courtyard where Qin Xueyan lived, Nangong Yan's residence covered a very large area, with pavilions and towers in the courtyard, and the furnishings in each room were also extremely luxurious.

There were dozens of maids serving Nangong Yan.

At this time, a maid came to Nangong Yan's room with a bowl of snow pear soup mixed with elixirs and herbs.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I heard a series of strange low humming sounds coming from inside.

The voice sounded quite ambiguous and extremely suppressed. It seemed that the owner of the voice was trying desperately to suppress it but was unable to completely suppress it.

The maid was stunned and her cheeks turned red.

"What is Senior Sister Nangong doing?"

She knocked on the door nervously, and heard an angry rebuke from inside:

"roll!"

The maid was frightened and ran away quickly.

Inside the room, all kinds of exquisite and luxurious furnishings and furniture were scattered all over the floor, and the floor was littered with overturned tables, chairs, and broken pieces of makeup mirrors.

All around were torn pieces of clothing and a graceful figure was tumbling on the ground, with an uncontrollable moan emanating from her throat from time to time.

At this moment, Nangong Yan was only wearing undergarments, with a pendant made from a fire shield hanging around her waist. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead was covered in sweat.

"Ah! How, how could this happen? Why is my body so hot? Ah!"

Nangong Yan struggled and growled, but suddenly, her body stiffened and her eyes became empty.

He silently took out his clothes and put them on, opened the door, flew out of Qingyang Peak silently, and came to a cliff outside Xiangdao Peak. Wang Feng slowly walked out from behind a big tree, holding a sachet in his hand, which contained an eyeball of the soul-stealing dragon. The soul-stealing incense came from the soul-stealing dragon, and its eyeball could be used to control the person who was bewitched by the soul-stealing incense.

Nangong Yan has been wearing the Lihuo Shield for half a month. In order to increase the power of the Lihuo Jue as quickly as possible, she even wears the Lihuo Shield when she sleeps.

This made her inhale the soul-capturing fragrance constantly.

In this way, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would not be able to resist it.

Tonight was the first time that the Soul-Capture Incense erupted. Wang Feng successfully controlled Nangong Yan's mind through the eyes of the Soul-Capture Dragon.

"Nangong Yan, come here and kneel down."

Wang Feng spoke, Nangong Yan had a blank expression on her face and dull eyes. She walked in front of him and slowly knelt down.

"Call me Master." Wang Feng's eyes flashed.

"Master." Nangong Yan called out blankly.

"This soul-capturing incense is really powerful." Wang Feng laughed and ordered:
"Go back and forget about what happened tonight."

"Yes, Master."

Nangong Yan stood up and flew away quickly.

Wang Feng took out the sound transmission talisman and sent a message.

"Master, I have used the soul-stealing incense to control Nangong Yan. During the disciple competition, I will control Nangong Yan to investigate the sword prison."

The next day.

Qingtang Mountain, top of Tanglian Peak.

A vast and boundless huge fighting arena.

Above is a circular platform with countless seats on it.

In the center of the platform, there were several carved nanmu chairs. Lin Su sat in the middle, and on the left and right sides sat the elders of the other five peaks.

Sitting in the lower row were the chief disciples of the five peaks.

They are the senior sister Nangong Yan from Qingyang Peak, the senior sister Luo Ling'er from Huanri Peak, the senior brother Yun Feihong from Zhijian Peak, the senior sister Yu Caifeng from Lumo Peak, and the senior sister Qin Xueyan from Biyue Peak.

Among the five people, Qin Xueyan is in the middle, showing her identity as the successor to the head of the sect.

In addition to the headmaster, elders and disciples in charge of the peak sitting in the center of the circular platform, the direct disciples of each peak sat on both sides of the platform.

In the fighting arena below, stood the disciples from various peaks of Qingtang.

"Is that the senior sister? She really is like an immortal!"

"Everyone says that Senior Sister Luo is gentle and elegant. Seeing her today is even better than the rumors!"

"Senior Sister Nangong is extremely beautiful, only slightly inferior to Senior Sister."

"I think the Sect Master is the real exiled immortal!"

Fang Yang stood among Xiang Daofeng's outer disciples, listening to the excited discussions around him, his heart calm.

After all, he could meet Qin Xueyan every night and had long been accustomed to the fairy's beauty, unlike these outer sect guys who had never seen the world.

He looked up at the circular platform in front of him, only to see Qin Xueyan also looking down at him.

Their eyes met, as if there were thousands of words to say.

Before Fang Yang had the chance to smile at Qin Xueyan, he felt countless eyes cast towards him.

Some of those gazes seemed to be real, carrying chills and hints of murderous intent, making Fang Yang's entire body tense.

Fang Yang was mentally prepared and generously displayed his eighth level of foundation building skills, allowing these guys to see enough.

At this time, a small hill flew in the sky in the distance, and on the top of the hill stood a tall and handsome figure.

"It's Xia Zichen, the senior brother of Shengwa Sect!"

The disciples of Qingtang Sword Sect exclaimed and couldn't help but look at Qin Xueyan.

"Last time, Xia Zichen came to ask for the hand in marriage of our senior sister. This time, I'm afraid he is also using the opportunity of watching the ceremony competition to pursue our senior sister, right?"

(End of this chapter)