Where is the righteous fairy we were promised?

"Help……"

"Well!!"

In the western part of the main hall, Yang Manrou's ordeal caused the Heavenly Fairy Yuqiong to lose her composure.

"Spare...spare my life..."

"Do not kill me!"

"Senior, please forgive me..."

"Do not!!"

In the southern part of the main hall, Wang Jing's shrill screams terrified everyone in Tianxin Pavilion.

"no……"

"Ah...what is that..."

"Don't pull it..."

"Eek!!"

In the northern part of the main hall, Su Qianqian's mournful cries made the fairy of the Glazed Palace tremble.

"my leg……"

"No, I... my hand too..."

"Help, help..."

"puff!!"

In the center of the main hall, the sound of Zheng Yonghe's body being torn apart made the Heavenly Pride of the Nine Heavens Palace tremble like a sieve.

"Distinguished members of the five great immortal sects!"

Jiang Ning's voice echoed throughout the entire Red Dust Ancient Palace, resounding like the descent of a demon.

Have a great time!

"So, the next person to be punished..."

"Who is the one?"

119 - The Three Women's First Meeting (Bonus Chapter)

in the coming time.

The most terrifying game of their lives was experienced by the prodigies of the immortal sects.

The screams of Zhen Shu, Su Qianqian, and the others echoed throughout the vast ancient hall.

It's just like the background music in that damn game.

The people present were filled with fear and horror.

Fortunately, most of the geniuses of the immortal sects have some kind of "kung fu" skills.

Everyone had their own unique methods for torturing Cheng Li with all their might within thirty breaths, yet not letting him die in a short time.

It must be said that compared to the ordinary disciples and followers of the five great immortal sects...

Jiang Ning was not wrong about these talented immortals who held high positions within the sect!

Those torturous methods can only be used by someone with a lot of experience!

Jiang Ning watched this scene indifferently.

He did not make a move during the game.

It did nothing to stop the talented immortals from celebrating their survival in private.

From beginning to end, Jiang Ning only repeated one sentence:

"who is the next?"

……

at the same time.

Three thousand meters away in the airspace from the Red Dust Ancient Palace.

Yang Wanyin and Chu Xinyue rode together on a flying sword, heading to the Ancient Palace of the Mortal World.

Nearly a month has passed.

Perhaps it was because Chu Xinyue was by his side.

Yang Wanyin's appearance now is much better than it was on the day the two sisters reunited.

Yang Wanyin was still wearing that eye-catching fiery red dress.

The long skirt, draped in delicate tulle, revealed her graceful figure.

Her long, black hair swayed in the wind, as if dancing in the sky.

A few strands of hair flew in front of her, making her look radiant.

On her fair, jade-like neck, adorned a shimmering, fiery red crystal.

This crystal is clearly not an ordinary item; it seems more like a wearable ritual object.

Correspondingly, there was a light black beaded bracelet on her wrist.

With the occasional fluctuations of magical power emanating from Yang Wanyin's body.

The shimmering crystal and gemstone bracelet emit a soft glow at the same frequency.

This made her skin appear even more like snow and as smooth as jade.

In those bright and captivating eyes, the familiar arrogance returned.

Like a proud plum blossom unafraid of the cold, it gives people a feeling of being admired but unattainable.

"Sister Xinyue, do you think it's possible that this is the case?"

Yang Wanyin, holding Chu Xinyue's hand, put on a serious expression and said in a seemingly earnest tone:

"The Nine Yang Lingzhi at the Red Dust Ancient Palace has attracted a large number of people to compete for it."

Then all sides fought fiercely, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction.

Just then, we suddenly appeared, forcefully suppressing the prodigies of the various immortal sects and successfully seizing the opportunity…

Chu Xinyue looked at Yang Wanyin with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

She raised her delicate hand and gently tapped Yang Wanyin's forehead.

Then he pinched her cute little nose, just about to say something to her.

But when he saw Yang Wanyin's serious expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you so sure we'll be able to snag a bargain?"

Yang Wanyin raised her pretty face, wearing an adorable "I'm so great" expression, and said proudly:

"Why, can't you?"

Seeing Yang Wanyin's adorable appearance, Chu Xinyue couldn't help but nod with a smile.

"That makes sense. In my memory, you've always had excellent luck."

“Sister Xinyue, that’s called being resourceful, not just lucky.”

"However, I have a feeling..."

"What did Sister Xinyue sense?"

Chu Xinyue looked in the direction of the Red Dust Ancient Palace, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly, and calmly said:

"The fate there is unpredictable, with both good and bad fortune; one must be cautious."

Yang Wanyin was taken aback upon hearing this, and then a complex expression appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Actually, before she met Jiang Ning...

Or rather, before binding with that innate spiritual treasure called "System"...

Yang Wanyin's premonitions were always extremely accurate.

It's as if they have a special talent.

Yang Wanyin has never been defeated by any setbacks since she was a child.

Because no matter how big or small the setback, it always brings her benefits, big or small.

Even the life-or-death crisis back then was the same.

Yang Wanyin had a clear feeling at that time that she and Chu Xinyue would definitely not die at the hands of those two old women.

It's even possible that misfortune could turn into a blessing in disguise.

And what happened later was exactly as she had predicted.

Although the separation of the two sisters saddened her for quite some time.

But her path of cultivation has always been smooth sailing.

Even while strolling around the sect, you can encounter unassuming but highly skilled masters.

Then, after receiving some pointers, he suddenly had an epiphany.

In addition, there was the master's meticulous guidance and the ample supply of resources.

In just two or three years, Yang Wanyin's strength surpassed that of the geniuses of the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace, making her the leader of the new generation of "immortal seeds".

Yang Wanyin had actually anticipated all of this.

However, after being bound to the system, Yang Wanyin suddenly lost this "talent" bonus.

Not only can they not sense where the opportunity lies, they can't even predict whether the future will be good or bad.

This made Yang Wanyin feel somewhat frustrated.

"Wanyin, what's wrong?"