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

Chapter 97 Fairy quietly practices
"My lady, I want to attack the foundation immediately."

Fang Yang returned to Panhuan Courtyard and saw five fairies cleaning the yard and the rooms.

After all, Zhang Chunjiu has lived here for so long, who knows how many dirty things he has done. He was in a hurry yesterday and didn't have time to clean up. Today, the fairies finished their work and cleaned up carefully.

Qin Xueyan was wiping the head of the bed in the big room where they lived, as if trying to cover up some traces.

When Fang Yang came in, she was startled and covered the slight dry marks somewhere, but heard Fang Yang say this to her firmly.

Qin Xueyan held the wet handkerchief and asked Fang Yang:
"What did Zheng Chengdan say to you?"

At this point, Fang Yang did not hide it anymore and told the story of Zheng Chengdan treating him as a "grindstone", but he concealed the existence of the golden finger.

"what?!"

Qin Xueyan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief when she heard this.

She came from a legitimate sect, and was even ashamed to talk about dual cultivation. She had never heard of such a ridiculous act as to plunder someone else's wife.

"Zheng Chengdan!"

The fairy clenched her fists, her eyes were frozen with frost and murderous intent.

Fang Yang said: "My lady, I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible."

Qin Xueyan said: "Zheng Chengdan is already in the Golden Core Realm, and you have just established your foundation. If you practice normally, you will not be able to defeat him without ten years of hard work."

Fang Yang keenly grasped the key point in Qin Xueyan's words, "Practice normally?"

Qin Xueyan's pretty face flushed, and then turned cold again, "I will help you break through, sit down quickly."

Fang Yang did not ask any more questions. He sat down cross-legged obediently and took out three first-level demon pills and the foundation-building spiritual liquid he had just bought from the market.

Everything was ready, he looked at Qin Xueyan and said, "Madam, I'm starting."

Qin Xueyan was a little absent-minded and hummed impatiently.

Fang Yang closed his eyes and placed his hands on the three first-level demon pills.

Soon, the three demon pills shattered one after another, and the demon pills' spiritual energy entered Fang Yang's body.

This time Fang Yang had adapted a lot, and since it was only a first-level demon pill, it was far less ferocious, so the process went extremely smoothly.

Three hours later, night fell.

Fang Yang had already digested the spiritual energy in the three demon pills, taken the foundation-building spiritual liquid, and controlled the surging spiritual power in his body to rush towards the gate that stood at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training.

Qin Xueyan sat in front of Fang Yang, observing his situation while frowning and thinking.

If Fang Yang's guess was correct, Zheng Chengdan wanted to use Fang Yang's hands to "temper" himself, and then use himself as a cauldron.

Zheng Chengdan summoned Fang Yang this time and asked him so blatantly about what happened between Fang Yang and himself in the bedroom.

This means that Zheng Chengdan’s patience is almost exhausted.

No matter how hard Fang Yang practiced, it would be impossible for him to reach the Golden Core Realm in such a short time.

The best way right now, of course, is to practice dual cultivation with this little thief every day and restore strength as soon as possible.

In this way, even if the leader of Tianhuan Sect comes in person, he will not be afraid.

But how can I hide this little thief and practice dual cultivation with him every day?
Qin Xueyan thought for a long time, and suddenly took out a magical herb from her arms.

This magical herb glows with a faint blue light all over, and emits waves of intoxicating scent.

Drunken Spirit Grass.

It has a strong calming effect and you will fall into a deep sleep soon after taking it.

Simply put, this is the knockout drug in the world of immortal cultivation.

Qin Xueyan looked at the Drunken Spirit Grass that was flashing blue light and bit her lips gently.

It can only be this way.

late at night.

Fang Yang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes radiating with spiritual energy and full of brilliance. He had reached the first level of foundation building!

Perhaps it was because the meridians in his body had been transformed by the second-level demon pill's spiritual energy, the process of impacting the foundation was much smoother than he had imagined.

After the "Taoism" at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training melted, it absorbed the innate spiritual energy in the Taoism.

If the innate spiritual power in Fang Yang's body were turned into a silk thread, it would be ten feet long.

At this moment, a slender and soft little hand suddenly touched his lower abdomen, and Fang Yang immediately remembered Wang Yujiao's words, "Senior Sister Mo has given you her innocence."

His body suddenly became hot, and he looked at Qin Xueyan with burning eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, what are you doing?"

Qin Xueyan felt his burning gaze, her body softened slightly, her eyes widened and she said sternly: "Concentrate your mind, I will teach you the improved White Jade Skill!"

Fang Yang's heart trembled, and he quickly dispelled the impure thoughts in his mind. He followed the movement of Qin Xueyan's hand and circulated his spiritual power according to the formula of the technique she taught him.

Half an hour later, Qin Xueyan withdrew her hand and asked, "Do you remember?"

Fang Yang nodded, "I'll remember it, thank you my lady."

Qin Xueyan said calmly: "The White Jade Skill has given you a glimpse into the fighting methods of high-level cultivators. You can combine it with the Blood Sun Blade to attack and defend against the enemy from a distance."

Fang Yang recalled the scene yesterday when Zhang Chunjiu controlled the Blood Sun Knife to slash him fiercely. At that time, he was very envious of this method of attacking the enemy from a distance.

"Madam, do all high-level monks attack from a distance like this?"

Qin Xueyan had never heard of the term "long-range strike", but she understood its meaning and nodded.

"The higher the level of the cultivator, the longer the attack distance. However, the longer the distance, the smaller the power."

Fang Yang asked curiously: "If they are Nascent Soul cultivators, how far can their attacks reach?"

Qin Xueyan glanced at him and said, "If you were a Nascent Soul cultivator, you wouldn't have had to rush to Panhuanyuan yesterday. You could have killed Zhang Chunjiu by sitting in Wuni Lane."

Fang Yang clicked his tongue. The distance from Wuni Lane to Panhuanyuan is at least ten miles, right?

Can you kill someone from such a distance?

Never annoy this fairy again.

Qin Xueyan picked up a bowl of porridge from the table next to her. "There are spiritual herbs added to this to nourish your blood and spiritual power. You have just made a breakthrough. Drinking this will help you consolidate your cultivation."

"Thank you, madam."

Fang Yang took it and praised:

"This porridge smells so good. Your cooking skills have improved again."

Qin Xueyan nodded, and naturally would not tell Fang Yang that the porridge was cooked by Ning Miaomiao.

Fang Yang finished his porridge, and Qin Xueyan said, "It's already late, take a rest."

"Okay, ma'am."

Fang Yang replied with a smile, took off his outer robe and lay down. Qin Xueyan stood at the head of the bed and also took off her skirt, revealing her plain white inner garment.

She had an outstanding figure, and even though her underwear covered her tightly, it couldn't hide her graceful and attractive curves.

Qin Xueyan raised her hand and took off the white jade hairpin behind her head. Her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The fairy shook her head lightly, and her black hair fluttered in the wind, with curves undulating.

Fang Yang was a little dazed. Somehow, he always felt that Qin Xueyan was more charming and elegant now than before.

Qin Xueyan noticed his gaze, her cheeks slightly red, and said in a cold voice: "Why are you looking at me? Go to sleep!"

This sentence seemed to have some magical power. Fang Yang suddenly felt sleepy. His eyelids could no longer hold up and he soon closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The spacious bedroom was quiet.

The cold and charming fairy stood at the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping man, and skillfully untied her belt. Her white skirt fell to the ground, followed by her pink undershirt and panties.

The moment the candle went out, an alluring white flashed by.

After a while, the wide bed curtains began to shake slightly.

(End of this chapter)