Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"Snapped!"

Zhang Xiaofan slapped Jin Ping'er's shapely buttocks hard.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts..."

Jin Ping'er rubbed her bottom, groaning in pain, and glared resentfully at Zhang Xiaofan, spitting out:

"Zhang Xiaofan, why did you spank me for no reason?"

"Without any reason?" Zhang Xiaofan pointed to the stone statue in front of him and said:

"You say I'm so lustful that I've developed feelings for stone statues? Do you think I, Zhang Xiaofan, am that kind of person?"

“Yes!” Jin Ping’er said.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts...stop hitting me..."

Zhang Xiaofan slapped Jin Ping'er's buttocks twice more, causing her to scream in pain and cry out for him to stop.

Zhang Xiaofan raised his large hand, as if to strike again, and stared into Jin Ping'er's alluring eyes, asking once more:
"I'll ask you one more time, am I that kind of person?"

"Yes...no...no!"

Jin Ping'er wanted to continue saying yes, but Zhang Xiaofan's slap landed again, so she quickly changed her mind and said no.

"Slap...slap...slap...that's more like it!"

Zhang Xiaofan slapped Jin Ping'er's buttocks four more times before finally lowering his hand, satisfied.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Jin Ping'er rubbed her sore buttocks, feeling that they were swollen from Zhang Xiaofan's beating, and a burning pain was coming from them.

She bit her red lips, glared at Zhang Xiaofan, and said angrily:

"I already told you you're not that kind of person, so why did you still spank me, and why did you slap me four times?"

"Haha..." Zhang Xiaofan touched it sheepishly and said:
"Sorry, I got carried away and couldn't help but slap you a few more times. Who told you to have such a nice, perky butt?"

"what?"

Jin Ping'er pointed to herself, her eyebrows furrowing as she glared at him, and said, "Is this my fault?"

"That's right." Zhang Xiaofan nodded, rubbing his fingers together behind his back, still wanting to slap him a few more times.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's appearance, Jin Ping'er quickly took a few steps back and said:

"Stay away from me, I'm afraid of you."

"Hehe..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, no longer playing around with Jin Ping'er, because he felt a burning heat coming from his arms.

You should know that his demonic body is now fully formed. Even if he is in the magma, it is like taking a bath. It has no effect on him. On the contrary, he feels quite comfortable.

At that moment, a burning sensation came from his chest, showing just how high the temperature was there.

Zhang Xiaofan activated his magic power, and the Xuanhuo Mirror flew out from his bosom, floating in front of the stone statue as if it were examining it.

The Xuanhuo Mirror emitted a red glow, and even from several meters away, Jin Ping'er felt a scorching heat coming towards her. She quickly cast a barrier in front of her to block the heat.

Jin Ping'er examined the Xuanhuo Mirror and noticed that it seemed to be staring at the stone statue. Considering the unusual behavior of the Xuanhuo Mirror, could there be some connection between it and the stone statue?

So Jin Ping'er asked:

"Zhang Xiaofan, there seems to be some connection between this Xuanhuo Mirror and this magnificent stone statue. Do you know anything about it?"

Zhang Xiaofan stroked the stone statue with his large hand and said truthfully:
"This stone statue was transformed from the witch Linglong, and the Xuanhuo Mirror, this supreme divine artifact of extreme yang and strength, was also created by the witch Linglong."

"Hiss!" Jin Ping'er gasped. She knew that the Xuanhuo Mirror was extremely yang and strong, and was regarded as the sacred artifact of Fenxiang Valley.

In particular, when combined with the Eight Desolate Mystic Fire Formation, it can unleash devastating power, burning everything in the world.

This supreme artifact, possessing unparalleled yang energy and immense power, was actually created by Linglong, the owner of the stone statue before them.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'er looked at the stone statue and sincerely praised it:
"This witch Linglong is truly amazing. Not only did she create the Beast God, an immortal being, but she also created the Xuanhuo Mirror, an unparalleled divine artifact of supreme yang and strength."

"For thousands of years, perhaps only Master Qingye of the Qingyun Sect could be compared to him."

“That’s right!” Zhang Xiaofan nodded as well. He also greatly admired the witch Linglong’s magical abilities.

"Huh?" At this moment, Jin Ping'er let out a soft exclamation, her gaze fixed on the Xuanhuo Mirror emitting a red light, and said:

"It seems that the Mystic Fire Mirror is examining the stone statue. Does that mean that the Mystic Fire Mirror has already developed sentience?"

"No."

"How could it not be? The Xuanhuo Mirror is clearly examining the stone statue. It must have developed intelligence, just like your Blood Soul Sword, and it has extremely high intelligence, at least a thousand years old."

Zhang Xiaofan pointed at the Xuanhuo Mirror and said:

"The Mysterious Fire Mirror has a spirit, but it has not developed intelligence."

"Why is that... wait..." Jin Ping'er's pretty face changed, and a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind. She said:

"Could it be that after the witch Linglong died, her witchcraft had reached its peak, so her body may have died, but her soul was not destroyed?"

"But its soul has been hidden within this Mysterious Fire Mirror for thousands of years."

"With the Xuanhuo Mirror's extremely yang and strong attributes, and the fact that it was personally crafted by the witch Linglong, it can nurture the soul."

Just then, the Xuanhuo Mirror floating in the air suddenly trembled, flashed red light, and instantly floated to within three inches of Jin Ping'er's eyes. The flame pattern on it danced, as if it were staring at Jin Ping'er.

Jin Ping'er suddenly took a few steps back, then hid behind Zhang Xiaofan, peeking out her head and saying:
“Zhang Xiaofan, I’m sure I guessed right. This Xuanhuo Mirror is so unusual that the soul of the witch Linglong must be hidden inside.”

"Quickly put away the Xuanhuo Mirror. What if Linglong uses it to kill me?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Jin Ping'er's frightened expression and laughed:
"I never thought you, Jin Ping'er, would have a moment of fear."

"However, you are indeed clever, no wonder you are known as the Wonderful Young Master in the cultivation world."

"There is indeed the soul of the witch Linglong inside this Xuanhuo Mirror."

"brush!"

Suddenly, the Xuanhuo Mirror flashed again, instantly appearing three inches in front of Zhang Xiaofan, its flame pattern dancing and staring intently at him.

Zhang Xiaofan stared fearlessly at the Xuanhuo Mirror, then bowed respectfully to it and said:
"First of all, I would like to thank the Witch Linglong for her help. Over the years, I have been affected by the evil energy of the Blood Soul Sword. It was your Xuanhuo Mirror that allowed me to turn danger into safety."

Zhang Xiaofan always knew that the witch Linglong's soul was inside the Xuanhuo Mirror, and that Linglong could also control the Xuanhuo Mirror, but it would consume her soul power.

Therefore, over the years he has used the Mystic Fire Mirror to suppress the evil energy of the Blood Soul Sword and refine it...

If the witch Linglong were to interfere, he certainly wouldn't be able to do these things.

Therefore, he was quite grateful to Linglong.

Just then, bursts of white light emanated from the Xuanhuo Mirror.

In the white light, a stunningly beautiful woman slowly emerged.

Jin Ping'er looked at the stunning beauty before her, then at the stone statue beside her, and murmured:

"Witch, Linglong!"

(End of this chapter)