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

Chapter 175 The River of Magical Instruments
Tanglian Peak, on the mountainside.

The mountains and forests here are beautiful, and there are houses lined up on both sides of a stream flowing down from the top of the mountain. This is the temporary residence for the disciples participating in the competition.

The male disciples lived on one side of the stream, and the female disciples lived on the other side.

In one of the rooms where the female disciples lived, Chen Wanrou was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with her eyes closed, practicing.

There was a knock on the door, and Chen Wanrou opened her eyes. "Who?"

"Junior Sister Chen, it's me, Zhang Sheng."

Chen Wanrou's expression turned cold, "Senior Brother Zhang, do we have anything else to say?"

"Junior Sister Chen, I just have something in my heart that I want to tell you. If you don't want me to come in, then I won't leave."

Zhang Sheng's tone was much softer than during the day, and contained a hint of sincerity.

Chen Wanrou was silent for a moment, then stood up and opened the door. Zhang Sheng was dressed in white, handsome and elegant, with a gentle smile on his face:
"Junior Sister Chen, we were too impulsive during the day. I want to have a good talk with you."

Chen Wanrou frowned, but finally invited him into the house.

Zhang Sheng was not polite at all. He walked straight to the table and sat down, then turned around and looked at Chen Wanrou:
"Wanrou, won't you pour me a cup of tea?"

Chen Wanrou frowned and sat opposite him, "Senior Brother Zhang, you and I are not close enough to call each other by our first names. If you have something to say, please say it quickly."

Zhang Sheng chuckled, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, looking at Chen Wanrou's delicate and beautiful face:

"Junior Sister Chen, you know I have always liked you. Even though you were defiled by the demon sect, I don't dislike you too much."

"Zhang Sheng, what do you want to say?" Chen Wanrou clenched her fists.

Zhang Sheng smiled calmly and said, "I will definitely win this competition and become your personal disciple. Our status will soon be very different. However, I am still willing to marry you out of consideration for our old friendship."

"As long as you follow me, the fellow disciples of Qingyang Peak will no longer dare to look down on you, and you will also have an endless supply of cultivation resources."

"Of course, you are not innocent after all, so I cannot give you the position of my wife. You can be a concubine. As long as you are obedient, I will not treat you unfairly."

"Tomorrow you will admit defeat, and I will marry you as my concubine after you become my personal disciple. How do you think?"

Chen Wanrou was stunned. Zhang Sheng thought she was moved and smiled.

"Wanrou, since you are willing, I will tell you the truth. Since you have become my concubine, you must not be so disrespectful to me as you did today. You must obey your husband and serve him wholeheartedly. Do you understand?"

"Also, I heard that you were very close to the apprentice of the senior sister when you were in Yunyu Town. I can forgive you for what happened in the past, but you are not allowed to associate with him in the future."

"And that's all."

After Zhang Sheng finished speaking, he drank a cup of tea and waited leisurely for Chen Wanrou's agreement.

Chen Wanrou was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

Zhang Sheng frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Wanrou raised her hand and swept the teacup Zhang Sheng had drunk from out of the room, saying indifferently:
"Zhang Sheng, I looked down on you before, and I look down on you even more now. Get out!"

Zhang Sheng was stunned, and immediately became furious: "Chen Wanrou, don't be shameless. I am thinking about you. Do you really dare to fight me tomorrow?"

Chen Wanrou sneered: "I'm afraid it's not me who doesn't dare, but you who doesn't dare, right?"

Zhang Sheng laughed loudly, raised his hand suddenly, threw out a formation stone, and set up an isolation formation.

Then, the spiritual power from his body surged out and suppressed Chen Wanrou!

Zhang Sheng's cultivation level is at the fourth level of the Golden Core, which is not low among the disciples participating in the competition, and he is far superior to Chen Wanrou.

But under the pressure of his spiritual power, Chen Wanrou only turned slightly pale, but her body remained upright with a disdainful sneer on her lips.

"You are a coward, and you think you can be my disciple?"

"Chen Wanrou, you asked for this!" Zhang Sheng became even angrier and took out a white seal from his arms. The seal flew into the air towards Chen Wanrou.

A white light fell, and Chen Wanrou's face changed. The tea table shattered, and she was also pressed to one knee by the seal. She gritted her teeth to resist, but could not stand up again. "Heaven-suppressing Seal?!"

Zhang Sheng walked up to Chen Wanrou, looked down at her, and laughed:
"Since you know the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, you should know that you have no chance of winning tomorrow. If you serve me well tonight, I will spare you tomorrow. How about that?"

Looking at Chen Wanrou's delicate yet stubborn pale face, Zhang Sheng moved his throat and reached out to touch her cheek.

Chen Wanrou threw a puppet in her hand and pierced the isolation circle with a sword.

Zhang Sheng was shocked. Disciples participating in the competition were forbidden to engage in private fights. He quickly took back the Heaven-Suppressing Seal and the spiritual power pressure. Chen Wanrou suddenly jumped up and kicked him between the legs.

Zhang Sheng was caught off guard. He covered his legs, bent his body, and his face turned purple.

"you you"

Chen Wanrou kicked him out again and slammed the door.

Zhang Sheng took a long time to recover and said angrily:
"Chen Wanrou, you bitch who was played with by the evil thieves! Don't blame me for being ruthless tomorrow!"

After cursing for a few words, Zhang Sheng left. There were several female disciples from Qingyang Peak living around, but no one came out.

Chen Wanrou leaned against the door, her face pale and her fists clenched. After a long time, she silently walked back to the bed, sat down cross-legged, and continued to practice with her eyes closed.

The next day.

Fighting field.

Everyone was watching with bated breath.

"The next match is between Fang Yang and Guo Zhen."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yang, with all kinds of emotions including teasing, anticipation, and mockery.

"Fang Yang, be careful."

"Fang Yang, Guo Zhen has a lot of magical weapons, try to get close to him."

"Fang Yang, use the Qingfeng Chasing the Moon that Senior Sister taught you, and you should have a chance to avoid Guo Zhen's magic weapon."

I heard the voices of Chen Wanrou, Ling'er and Ning Miaomiao, and a burst of sound rang out from the high platform:

"Fang Yang, fight hard!"

Fang Yang looked up and saw Wang Yujiao waving her little fists and her petite body jumping three feet high.

Everyone around her looked at her in astonishment, but she ignored them and continued to cheer Fang Yang loudly.

Fang Yang smiled and nodded at her, then moved his gaze to the next level and was met with a cold and concerned look.

When she noticed Fang Yang was looking at her, the owner of the cold gaze immediately looked away, maintaining a calm expression.

Fang Yang smiled and walked into the center of the fighting arena.

Guo Zhen stood opposite him. He was tall and strong with a beard on his face. He was still wearing a white shirt and a small red flower on his head, looking a little weird.

Fang Yang cupped his hands, "Brother Guo, please give me some advice."

"Hmph." Guo Zhenjiao snorted, and clenched her fingers with her thick hands, with a look of disdain on her face.

Fang Yang was stunned. Is this guy really a sissy?
The referee announced the start of the competition. Guo Zhen suddenly flew backwards, putting several dozen feet between himself and Fang Yang. He clapped his hands and a storage bag flew into the air.

The next moment, a large number of magical weapons flew out of the storage bag and flowed towards Fang Yang like a river in the air.

"Senior Brother Guo has so many magical instruments?!"

"Is this Guo Zhen, who is known as the 'River of Magical Instruments'?"

"Oh my god, how can we fight this? We are going to be drowned by the magic weapon!"

(End of this chapter)