I became the demon of the female devil

Chapter 413 The Fairy's Rumored Boyfriend! Daoist Master: How about we have a little sparring session?
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Huo Wuyai snapped out of his daze, his brows twitching wildly.

So, the martial arts prodigy he had his eye on finally made it to the sect, only to have Zi Wenzhong start a fight with him the moment they met?!
However, he still held a sliver of hope and asked, "It should just be a friendly spar, right? Wen Zhong shouldn't be so ruthless as to lay a hand on a junior."

Chai Haochuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Judging from Peak Master Zi's posture, it seems like he's getting serious..."

click-

A terrifying pressure spread out, and the teacups on the table were covered with dense cracks.

Ji Hongxiu's ink-black hair moved without wind, her face was frosty, and her tone was chilling: "If I remember correctly, Zi Wenzhong is a first-grade grandmaster, right? Bullying the weak and abusing your power, is this the rule of your Martial Saint Mountain? I've really learned something new!"

"Daoist Master, please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding here..." Huo Wuyai's voice trembled.

Actually, he could probably guess what was going on.

It must be because of Zi Lianji's previous injury that Zi Wenzhong was dissatisfied and wanted to teach Chen Mo a lesson. But given Chen Mo's personality, he was not going to back down. So, the two of them got angry...

Regardless, Chen Mo was a guest, and there was a generational difference between the two!
Zi Wenzhong really went a bit too far this time!

Ji Hongxiu was too lazy to listen to his explanation. She stood up abruptly and said coldly, "Let me make this clear first: if Chen Mo is alright, that's fine. But if even a single hair on his head is lost, I will absolutely not let this go! Don't blame me for being ruthless then!"

Having said that, he vanished in a flash, and Ling Ningzhi followed closely behind, leaving the main hall.

Zi Lianji frowned, his face looking rather grim.

He never expected his father to be so unreliable.

"The grudge between me and Chen Mo should be resolved by myself. What's with him intervening?"

"Even if I win, what will my fellow disciples think of me? What will Qingxuan think of me?"

"It's so confusing!"

Huo Wuyai sighed and said helplessly, "Now that the secret realm is about to open, the Tian Shu Pavilion understands cause and effect and is prescient. I originally thought I could take this opportunity to get closer to them and gain some opportunities for you, but this has turned out to be what it is..."

"Never mind, let's go check on him first. I hope Chen Moren is alright."

……

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On Qiyun Peak, the battle has entered a fierce stage.

Chen Mo and Zi Wenzhong's figures were no longer distinguishable to the naked eye. Only two streaks of light, one black and one purple, could be seen intertwining in the air. The shockwaves from their collision made it difficult for people to stand, as if the void itself was trembling!
"Chen Mo is actually evenly matched with Zifeng Master?!"

The disciples of the Martial Saint Sect present were filled with astonishment as they watched this scene.

Through their conversation, they had already learned Chen Mo's identity: he was the newly crowned champion of the Qingyun Ranking!
Unexpectedly, less than half a year after the last Heavenly Martial Arts Trial, this man has leaped from the fifth rank of martial arts to the third rank of grandmaster! This exaggerated speed of breakthrough is simply astonishing!
A young master...

This is unprecedented in the entire Kyushu!

But no matter how strong Chen Mo is, that's only relative to cultivators of his generation.

It should be known that each level of the Celestial Realm is as different as clouds and mud, let alone a renowned Grandmaster like Zi Wenzhong. Ordinary third-rank cultivators are practically no different from ants in front of him!

"It seems that Peak Master Zi held back, otherwise the battle would have ended long ago."

"I think so too. After all, the peak master is a first-rank official, and a top-tier first-rank official at that. He is practically invincible below the supreme level... I guess he didn't go all out because he was a junior."

"However, Chen Mo has achieved this much, which is enough to be proud of. He truly deserves the title of Tianyuan Martial Champion."

"Yes, he's only in his early twenties and he can already spar with the peak master. It's hard to say what will happen in the future."

The crowd discussed the matter with great interest, while Shen Zhixia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Every time she tried to rush in to stop the two, she was forced back by their powerful aura.

Why hasn't Master arrived yet?

"That old man doesn't know his own strength. What if he hurts Brother Chen Mo?"

boom--

The two figures separated as soon as they touched.

Chen Mo stood suspended in mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed.

It must be admitted that this old guy is indeed quite capable. His supernatural powers struck the opponent, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to make a ripple at all.

There's nothing that can be done about it, since the difference in skill level is a very real thing.

The opponent is not only a first-grade grandmaster, but also a top-grade first-grade martial arts master, far superior to Yin Tiankuo's weakened body. Even if he uses all his skills, it will probably be difficult to win.

"This kid..."

Zi Wenzhong stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

After a brief exchange, he realized that his opponent possessed extremely profound abilities, unlike someone who had just entered the third rank!
“No wonder Lianji lost to you back then, you do have some skill.” Zi Wenzhong said, “You don’t need to think I’m bullying you. I sealed my cultivation level to the third rank and only used my right hand. That should be fair, right?”

Even though the two were at the same level, he still possessed an incredibly wealth of combat experience, which is why he decided to give way again.

His idea was simple: he wanted to beat up Chen Mo to vent his anger!

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo's lips curled up. "You said it yourself, so don't regret it."

Zi Wenzhong shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word, I always keep my promises..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo suddenly vanished, followed by a sharp whooshing sound from behind.

Zheng——

Zi Wenzhong tilted his head slightly, and a golden spear grazed past his ear.

"Heh, this kind of trick is useless. The entire area within a hundred miles is under my martial spirit's perception. No matter how small the movement, it cannot escape my senses... Hmm?"

Before he could finish speaking, the golden spear suddenly bent and twisted into an incredibly strange arc, turning its direction directly towards his chest!
Zi Wenzhong raised his palm to try and block the attack, but the spear was as agile as a snake, coiling around his arm and firmly binding him, while the sharp spear tip suddenly stabbed towards his heart!

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This move was indeed unexpected by Zi Wenzhong, but his years of accumulated combat experience had become instinctive. In the blink of an eye, his protective aura suddenly erupted, blocking the spearhead.

However, it only provided a brief respite.

The protective aura is dissipating at a visible rate!

"what's the situation?"

Zi Wenzhong was surprised and uncertain. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that there was an invisible force field on the surface of the gun. Any qi that came into contact with it would be quickly disintegrated and become very thin in a short time!
"What kind of magical power is this?"

"Why does this kid's method not seem like that of a martial arts practitioner at all?"

Zi Wenzhong dared not be careless. Just as his protective aura was completely pierced, his true essence surged out, pushing the spear open and using the momentum to pull away and create distance.

Then he raised his fist and slammed it down from a distance—

boom!
The air was compressed, producing a piercing popping sound!
Chen Mo felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult to move. With the heavy punch coming, there was no room to dodge.

Clearly, Zi Wenzhong realized that his moves were strange and difficult to defend against, so he did not intend to entangle with him any longer and prepared to use brute force to completely crush him!

"Hmph, you think I'm afraid of brute force?"

Chen Mo raised his hand and flicked it, straightening his spear as he met the fist head-on!
Fists and spears clashed, creating a surge of air. Their hair ornaments were shattered, and their black hair was pulled straight up, but neither of them took a single step back!

"Good boy!"

Zi Wenzhong's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and his punches suddenly accelerated. One hand transformed into hundreds of arms, and the sky was filled with countless fist shadows that were dazzling to behold.

The key is that every single one of these shadows is real, and anyone who gets hit by one of them will pay a terrible price!
Chen Mo was no pushover either; a crack appeared between his brows, and silver light burst forth.

The spear in his hand hummed and trembled, like a dragon stirring up the sea, going against the current, and colliding fiercely with the countless fist shadows!

Boom boom boom boom——

With a deafening roar, the entire Qiyun Peak shook!
Without any fancy moves, the two compressed their true energy to the extreme and clashed with each other in the purest form of martial arts!
Zi Wenzhong grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He was known for his strong physique, and his Xuanwu True Body was almost indestructible, but he couldn't gain any advantage over this young man.

Chen Mo's blood and qi surged, his strength seemed inexhaustible, and he showed no signs of weakness even after taking thousands of punches from him!
Most importantly, that vertical pupil seemed to be able to see through his movements. Every time he was about to throw a punch, the spearhead would block him in advance, leaving him unable to exert his strength and extremely frustrated!
call--

Zi Wenzhong suddenly stopped, his sleeves billowing out, and the countless fist shadows merged into one.

A massive shadow almost covered the entire mountain peak, like a dark cloud looming overhead, and loomed over everyone in horror!

In an instant, the earth shook!
"Stop!" Huo Wuyai had just arrived when he saw this scene, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Just as he was about to intervene, Ji Hongxiu stopped him, saying calmly, "Don't rush, it's not over yet."

"Ok?"

Huo Wuyai frowned, looked closely, and was immediately stunned.

The rocks beneath Chen Mo's feet were covered in cracks, yet his body remained as straight as a pine tree. Six pitch-black arms appeared behind him, steadily catching the giant hand.

At the same time, the spear in his hand emitted a scarlet light, accompanied by streaks of purple lightning.

"With the combined power of the martial arts and the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman, Old Deng, can you withstand this spear strike?"

"Give me--"

"break!"

Chen Mo exhaled and spoke, his tongue producing a thunderous sound.

A colossal pillar of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, suddenly burst forth, piercing through the giant hand. Before Zi Wenzhong could react, he was engulfed by the dazzling lightning!
"Eh?!"

A gasp of surprise came from the air.

A moment later, the lightning faded.

A figure fell from the sky and landed on the square with a thud.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Zi Wenzhong was seen lying on the ground, his skin charred black, his clothes tattered, and his white hair permed into natural curls, looking extremely disheveled.

???

There was dead silence.

The disciples of the Martial Saint Sect were dumbfounded, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

As one of the four peak masters and a first-grade grandmaster, how could he be beaten like this by Chen Mo?
How can it be? !
"Dad, are you okay?"

Zi Lianji hurriedly ran over and helped him up.

"Ahem, it's okay..."

Zi Wenzhong coughed incessantly, puffs of black smoke coming out of his nose.

The power of that thunder magic was no less than that of the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion. Coupled with the baleful aura carrying the essence of the source, it instantly penetrated the defense, turning his meridians into a mess, and causing his true essence to stagnate, which is why he lost control of his body.

If it weren't for his exceptionally strong physique, he would probably be an acquaintance by now...

call--

Chen Mo landed with his hands behind his back, his calm and composed demeanor a stark contrast to Zi Wenzhong's.

He sized up the two men and sneered, "What's this? You've beaten the old man, now the young one's here. Why don't you two come at me together?"

Zi Lianji: "..."

After recovering from his shock, Zi Wenzhong glared at Chen Mo, his anger blazing. "You little brat, you're playing dirty tricks, aren't you? This isn't martial arts skill!"

Chen Mo curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Who said you can only use martial arts methods? If you can't beat them, just admit it. Don't be stubborn. Your son is better than you at this."

"What did you say?!"

Zi Wenzhong was furious upon hearing this, and immediately rolled up his sleeves, "I was just underestimating you. If you've got the guts, let's start over!"

"enough!"

At that moment, a majestic voice rang out.

The two looked up and saw an old man in a black robe walking through the air, his face stern and his brows exuding an imposing aura.

"Sect Master? What brings you here?" Zi Wenzhong was taken aback.

Huo Wuyai glared at him fiercely and gritted his teeth, saying, "If I hadn't come, who knows how far things would have gone! Look at yourself, do you have any manners of an elder?"

Bullying the weak is shameful enough.

What's even more embarrassing is that we haven't even won a fight yet!

Zi Wenzhong calmed down and realized that he had been too carried away.

He had intended to overpower his opponent, but he had underestimated their strength. If word got out, it would bring shame to the Martial Saint Sect. He said in a low voice, "I was merely pleased to see their talent and wanted to spar with Chen Mo. I had no other intentions..."

Huo Wuyai was too lazy to listen to his explanation. He turned to Chen Mo and said sincerely, "Zi Wenzhong is an elder of my Martial Saint Mountain. His words and actions represent the sect. Today, the Martial Saint Sect has lost its manners. As the sect leader, I cannot shirk my responsibility. I hope Young Master Chen will forgive me."

Chen Mo nodded and said, "Sect Leader Huo, you flatter me."

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, especially one who is Shen Zhixia's master; this is a small courtesy that should be shown.

Shen Zhixia rushed over and asked with concern, "Brother, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Chen Mo shook his head. "The hem of my clothes is slightly dirty."

Just then, another figure dribbled the ball and crashed into him, throwing herself into his arms. Her slender hands groped him up and down, asking, "I see you were slapped. Is there anything wrong with you?"

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Chen Mo was taken aback when he saw the moon-white Taoist robe. "Zhi'er, what are you doing here?"

Not only him, but everyone present was stunned.

"That...that's Fairy Qingxuan?"

"I can't believe my eyes, she's hugging and cuddling with Chen Mo... Isn't that Senior Sister Shen's fiancé?"

"This is too outrageous!"

"Were all those rumors true? Chen Mo is Qingxuan Fairy's Daoist partner?"

"I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just my imagination..."

A collective sigh of heartbreak filled the air.

As the chief of Tian Shu Pavilion, Fairy Qingxuan has countless fans and is considered an untouchable beauty in the hearts of many cultivators. This scene has caused a huge shock to their hearts.

"Hey, Taoist priest? When did you get here?" Shen Zhixia came back to her senses and looked at Ling Ningzhi blankly.

Ling Ningzhi snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing slightly. She hurriedly released her hand, saying, "This humble Taoist came with my master..."

"The Daoist Master has arrived as well?"

Chen Mo looked up and then noticed the figure wearing a red Taoist robe.

Ji Hongxiu stood in front of Zi Wenzhong, expressionless, her eyes slightly narrowed. "You seem to really enjoy sparring with people? I happen to be itching for a match myself, how about we have a little spar?"

"what?"

Even with his fiery temper, Zi Wenzhong dared not fight the Daoist Master, and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "Daoist Master, please don't joke around..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ji Hongxiu said calmly. "Don't be nervous. I won't bully the weak. I'll fight you with my first-rank strength."

"..."

Zi Wenzhong felt that these words sounded familiar.

Before he could react, the void suddenly shattered, and a giant hand formed from primordial energy appeared out of thin air, directly slapping him away, sending him crashing into the rock wall of Lingxiao Peak like a meteor!
boom--

The mountain peaks shook, and rocks flew everywhere.

Zi Wenzhong was embedded in the mountain and became completely still.

"Tch, I thought he was something special, but he's not even that tough. He can only bully the younger generation..." Ji Hongxiu muttered, shaking her head.

Who on earth is bullying the younger generation?!

Huo Wuyai's eyelids twitched, but he was in the wrong after all, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)