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

Zhang Xiaofan looked Jin Ping'er up and down; she was wearing an apricot-yellow dress.

Her fair and delicate shoulders, swan-like neck, slender waist, and long, shapely, white legs were faintly visible through the slit of her long skirt.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan didn't answer her question but just kept staring at her, Jin Ping'er glared at him and said:

"Look, look, look, what's so interesting?"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said:
"It's nothing, I was just checking to see if you've been injured lately."

Jin Ping'er: "…………"

Jin Ping'er rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiaofan, clearly not believing his explanation.

Jin Ping'er suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, asking:
"By the way, I heard that Dao Xuan Zhenren of Qingyun Sect has gone missing. Is that true?"

Zhang Xiaofan did not answer, his sharp eyes fixed on Jin Ping'er, and said:
"Are you asking this question yourself, or on behalf of your master, Madam Sanmiao?"

"Oh dear!" Jin Ping'er swayed her serpentine waist as she approached Zhang Xiaofan, saying coquettishly:
"Zhang Xiaofan, you're being too sensitive. Of course, I was just asking casually."

"Hmph!" Zhang Xiaofan snorted coldly and said in a deep voice:
"It seems you returned to the Desolate Holy Temple of the Demonic Sect during this time. You asked about Master Wenxuan. It seems your master couldn't sit still in the Desolate Holy Temple and wanted to lead the Hehuan Sect to attack the Qingyun Sect?"

"Papa...papa..."

Jin Ping'er looked at Zhang Xiaofan in surprise, clapped her hands, and praised him:

"As expected of the Blood Prince Ghost Emperor, not only is he powerful, but he is also extremely intelligent, guessing it in an instant."

At this point, Jin Ping'er suddenly wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaofan's arm, gently nuzzled it, and shook it, saying:

“Zhang Xiaofan, several months ago you were struck unconscious by lightning at Tianyin Temple and were seriously injured and on the verge of death. I, Jin Ping’er, took care of you and protected you every step of the way.”

"It's only been a few months, how can you be so cold? It's heartbreaking... Waaah..."

As Jin Ping'er spoke, she pretended to cry and began to sob softly.

Looking at Jin Ping'er's appearance, Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly and said:
"Alright, stop pretending. You, Jin Ping'er, are a renowned young master on par with me. Why would you cry?"

"Tell me, is your master planning to lead the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect back and then seize the opportunity to attack the Azure Cloud Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er glared resentfully at Zhang Xiaofan and said in a coquettish voice:

"Honestly, after not seeing each other for so long, you don't even bother to show some concern or tenderness, you just keep asking me these kinds of questions."

"Alright, alright. Anyway, you're the vice sect leader of the Ghost King Sect and a member of our Holy Sect. You'll know when you return to the Ghost King Sect. I'll just tell you."

At this point, Jin Ping'er released Zhang Xiaofan's arm, crossed her arms, and said solemnly:

“My master is indeed leading the disciples of the Hehuan Sect back, and not only the Hehuan Sect, but also the Poison God of the Wandu Sect.”

"Especially the Poison God, whose lifespan is almost exhausted, with one foot in the grave. He doesn't want to die so peacefully; he wants to attack the Qingyun Sect together with the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost King Sect, or die in the great battle to attack the Qingyun Sect."

"Heh!" Zhang Xiaofan chuckled coldly, saying disdainfully:

"Those two guys, Madam Sanmiao and the Poison God, when the Beast God arrived, they led the Hehuan Sect and the Wandu Sect back to the Desolate Holy Temple early on."

"For the sake of Qingyun Sect, for the righteous path, and for all living beings, Dao Xuan paid a heavy price to severely injure the Beast God. Now, these two have found out that Dao Xuan was seriously injured and disappeared, and now they've come back with a vengeance. They're truly shameless." Jin Ping'er, who didn't mind Zhang Xiaofan mentioning the Poison God, retorted when he heard about the Hehuan Sect and Madam Sanmiao:

"You're talking about the Hehuan Sect and the Wandu Sect, but isn't your Ghost King Sect the same? When the Beast God came, you not only hid in Fox Hill and refused to come out, but you even sent people to destroy the Zhuxian Sword."

"Among the three major sects of the Holy Sect, the one who most wants to destroy the Azure Cloud Sect is none other than your Ghost King Sect's Sect Master, Ghost King!"

Zhang Xiaofan did not refute Jin Ping'er's words, because Jin Ping'er was right.

When the Beast God attacked the mountain, Lady Sanmiao and the Poison God simply led the Hehuan Sect and the Wandu Sect to the northern wilderness temple.

The Ghost King, instead of staying in Fox Hill and contributing nothing, sent four holy envoys to destroy the Immortal Execution Sword.

If the Four Holy Envoys were to truly destroy the Immortal Execution Sword, then no one would be able to defeat the Beast God, the Qingyun Sect would be destroyed by the Beast God, and the entire world would be annihilated by the Beast God; no one could escape it.
"Ugh!"

Jin Ping'er suddenly sighed, her bright, beautiful eyes gazing into the distance, and slowly said:

"For thousands of years, the righteous and the demonic have been like oil and water. Today you kill me, tomorrow I kill you, who knows when it will end?"

"Oh?" Zhang Xiaofan looked at Jin Ping'er in surprise and laughed:

"It's been months since we last met, and I never expected you to say such things. Where are your ambitions? Where is your desire to dominate the world? Where is your passion?"

"Hmph!" Jin Ping'er snorted softly, then suddenly stared intently at Zhang Xiaofan with a resentful look, and said coquettishly:
"It's all because of you. After spending several months with you, I was wondering what I would do after all the hard work of conquering the world?"

"It seems like there's nothing to do, but I'm happy."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan quickly advised:
"Since that's the case, why not lay down your butcher's knife and reform yourself immediately? Be my concubine. You're a young lady, don't spend all your time thinking about killing this person and that person, and dominating the whole world."

Jin Ping'er listened to Zhang Xiaofan's words, looked up at the sky, embraced the sky in front of her, and retorted:
"Hmph, although I, Jin Ping'er, am a woman, my ambitions are far greater than those of you men."

"What's wrong with being a woman? Even if I am a woman, I will do better than men and I will dominate the world."

Zhang Xiaofan gently pressed Jin Ping'er's forehead with his finger and said:
"I think you're just overthinking things because you have nothing better to do."

"Don't even think about destroying Qingyun and dominating the world. With your current abilities, you can't even handle the Ghost King of the Demonic Sect, so how can you talk about destroying Qingyun or dominating the entire world?"

"Hmph!" Jin Ping'er snorted lightly, then suddenly looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a charming smile:

"Isn't this also you?"

"We made a bet: if you become an immortal within fifty years, I will marry you. Otherwise, if you cannot become an immortal, you must help me conquer the world."

"In my opinion, the fact that no one has become an immortal in the past tens of thousands of years means that it is impossible to become an immortal."

"Why don't you just admit defeat now and help me conquer the world? Then I'll give you a child."

"This? This? This?" Zhang Xiaofan stared at Jin Ping'er and said:
"You're being too blunt. You're practically saying you want to marry me."

Jin Ping'er paused upon hearing this, then glared fiercely at Zhang Xiaofan and spat:
"I've realized you're overthinking things. But if you help me conquer the world now, I'll marry you and give you ten sons."

"Holy crap, ten sons?" Zhang Xiaofan exclaimed in shock.
"Give me ten sons, are you trying to kill me?"

(End of this chapter)