Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 481 Who bears the most grudge?

Because Feng Qing'er was ill, the originally planned Sifang Pavilion exchange meeting naturally ended in a hasty manner.

In the Fenglei Pavilion's prior plan, Feng Qing'er, the winner of the previous competition, would surely attract countless disciples from small and medium-sized forces. With the support of the forces behind these people, Fenglei Pavilion's title as the leader of the four pavilions would be completely solidified with this opportunity.

And everything that happened in the exchange meeting undoubtedly turned into a huge slap, slapping Venerable Lei hard in the face!

"Bastard!"

In the hall, the roar of Master Lei was like rumbling thunder, causing everyone in the room to shrink and tremble, not daring to make any rebuttal.

"Qing'er is a peak Douhuang cultivator, and her true form is that of a demon beast. How could she lose her composure like this in public? I'm certain someone must be interfering!"

Venerable Lei's expression was extremely ugly. He couldn't even remember the last time he was so furious.

Banquets were held, momentum was created, and arrangements were made. In order to use the title of the first to recruit the support of other forces, Fenglei Pavilion had poured in countless connections and resources, with the goal of consolidating its position as the leader of the four pavilions in one fell swoop.

But who could have imagined that Feng Qing'er, the person he had the highest hopes for, would collapse at the feet of the heir of Xingyun Pavilion before the banquet even started, becoming the laughing stock of countless people!

"Pavilion Master."

An elderly man with a youthful face stepped forward, his silvery eyes flickering constantly. Finally, he clasped his fists and said, "The guards from the banquet have already checked the scene. I also secretly used my cultivation to observe, but I didn't find anyone suspicious."

Seeing the old man appear, Lei Zun's gloomy face finally eased a little, and then he said lightly: "Feitian, I am not questioning your ability, but there are some things that cannot be seen by eyes alone."

Upon hearing this, the old man called Fei Tian frowned, then he suppressed his temper and bowed in the direction of Lei Zun.

"Please give me some advice, Master."

Venerable Lei's eyes were stern and fierce. "On the surface, it seems that there are indeed no flaws in those disciples. After all, the cultivation levels of the other venerables are similar to mine, so it is normal for them to have some unknown methods."

Fei Tian's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in disbelief, "You mean, the one who plotted against Qing'er might be a disciple from the other three pavilions?"

"Hehe." A cold light flashed in the old eyes of Lei Zun, and he said slowly: "When you can't find the problem, you might as well think about who is benefiting from this matter. The answer will be clear at a glance."

Hearing this, not only Fei Tian, ​​but all the guards and elders in the hall were shocked at this moment, and a very familiar name popped up in their minds -

Xingyun Pavilion!
"The Pavilion Master is truly a master of foresight. We admire him immensely!"

"Master, do you want us to send someone to stop the envoy from the Xingyun Pavilion now?"

Seeing the instantly boosted morale, Lei Zun withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"If they dare to humiliate Qing'er in public, not only me, but also the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan will not let them go. Venerable Feng is really desperate this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, coupled with the wise and confident attitude of Master Lei, the respect in everyone's hearts instantly reached an unprecedented level.

"Go, send someone to ask Qing'er what happened! Given her personality, anyone who causes her to lose face will surely be met with endless revenge. By then, even Venerable Feng will have no choice but to admit his fault."

"Yes!" Above the sky, two graceful figures, one in blue and one in black, were sitting sideways on the back of a white crane, overlooking the scenery below.

"Senior Sister, Feng Qing'er is the most vindictive person. When she realizes what's happening, won't she retaliate against us like crazy?

Grasping the necklace around her neck, Mu Qingluan cautiously looked back at the eerie building that had almost turned into a black dot, feeling that pursuers would surround them in the next moment.

Hearing this, the girl in black dress who was admiring the scenery on the side glanced sideways. After seeing Mu Qingluan's nervous little face, she couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling both angry and amused.

"Really? I finally understand why you can't beat Feng Qing'er."

Hun Ruoruo reached out and pinched her little face: "We are both little birds. Compared with that little phoenix, you, a little blue phoenix, are no exaggeration to say that you are a pure and innocent girl. How can you fight against the bad guys?"

Upon hearing that she was not as good as Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan immediately struggled to shake off the other party's evil hand, and said indignantly: "I only lost to her by one move. What's more, that woman is older than me. Senior Sister, you are biased!"

Hun Ruoruo was immediately amused: "Partial? Partial to Feng Qing'er? Qingluan, this is the first time I've discovered that you have a tendency to be jealous. If you were to encounter--"

Halfway through her words, Hun Ruoruo suddenly closed her mouth, then stretched out her slender finger and lightly poked the green-clothed girl's eyebrows, causing her to cover her forehead in pain.

"Stop imagining nonsense!"

"Ouch!"

Ignoring Mu Qingluan's aggrieved look, Hun Ruoruo pointed her finger and said to herself, "Master's strength is far stronger than you think. You are just carrying an accessory. Who can cause trouble to you? Who dares to cause trouble to you?"

"Feng Qing'er is extremely proud and loyal to her tribe. It's really difficult to confront someone like her. However, in a sense, this obsession can be very useful."

"Use?" Mu Qingluan was confused and could only look at the other party blankly.

Hun Ruoruo's eyes grew dark. "Surpassed by her old enemy, spurned by her own people, what do you think a woman who values ​​her reputation above all else would want to do when she's cornered?"

Mu Qingluan's tone was a little uncertain: "Trying desperately to continue climbing up?"

"clever!"

Hun Ruoruo clapped her hands and immediately pulled out a small crimson bottle as if by magic. She said with a smile, "As a reward, this is a gift from Senior Sister. How about it?"

Subconsciously taking the vial, Mu Qingluan almost instantly felt the huge amount of blood energy contained in it, and immediately exclaimed: "Senior Sister, this, this is..."

"This is the price she has to pay for continuing to climb."

Hun Ruoruo raised a strange smile and whispered, "The heart blood of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan."

Although the Blood Clan's secret technique is insidious and vicious, this method of taking people's blood is the most suitable choice to deal with the enemy.

Seeing Feng Qing'er overdrawing her life bit by bit in exchange for maintaining her current status is far more pleasing than breaking her proud wings, isn't it?
It must be said that facing Feng Qing'er's criticism of her figure, Hun Ruoruo was obviously not as indifferent as she seemed.
(End of this chapter)