Confessing to someone who thinks I'm a fat otaku, and then crying when monsters descend?

Ancient and sacred land.

It is one of the four holy sites, ranking second.

The Sword Debate Tournament is held once every ten years, with the four holy lands taking turns hosting it. The Sword Debate at Cangyun Mountain in a few days will be held on the territory of the Ancient Nether Holy Land.

That night.

The Holy Lord Jiuyou was meditating with his eyes closed on the mountain peak.

The elder's words from earlier that day still echoed in his mind.

"I recently heard that Mu Yun, who disappeared for a while, has suddenly returned, and is even stronger than before..."

"In this sword competition, perhaps no disciple of the Ancient Nether Holy Land can rival him. Sigh... perhaps we'll be stuck in second place again."

The four holy sites are ranked in the same order, except for the first one.

Only the strongest at the highest level are ever remembered by the world!

It's just a pity that the Ancient Netherworld Holy Land has failed to produce a single genius.

suddenly....

A wisp of black mist drifted in from the clouds.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire mountain peak.

"Who?!"

Jiuyou suddenly opened his eyes and struck out with a palm.

The profound energy condensed into a rainbow-colored flying sword, which suddenly pierced towards the black mist.

Unexpectedly, a hand emerged from the black mist and casually slapped the sword energy away into the air.

Such formidable strength.

Jiuyou was secretly alarmed.

This person was able to sneak into the sacred ground undetected and easily withstand one of my attacks; his strength is unfathomable.

"Nine Netherworlds, it's been a long time. I wonder if you... still remember me?"

The black-robed figure spoke, and his slightly hoarse voice caused Jiu You's pupils to shrink sharply.

"You...you are..."

The man in the black robe slowly removed his cloak.

It was a pale, bewitching face, with gray-white sideburns fluttering in the wind.

Three words escaped from Jiuyou's mouth.

"Jun....Mo....Xie".

Everyone knows it.

Thirty years ago,

The best in the world is Mu Qiufeng.

The second best in the world is Jun Moxie.

Jun Moxie went so far as to have his younger sister, the then Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Palace, use her beauty to seduce Mu Qiufeng, making him fall in love with her, and then set a trap to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qiufeng, alone with his sword, slaughtered the entire Heavenly Demon Palace, leaving no survivors!

For the next thirty years, Jun Moxie never appeared in the eyes of the world again, and everyone thought he was dead.

I never expected him to be alive!

Moreover, their strength is even greater than it was back then!

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. You are, after all, a Holy Lord of a region; it would take some effort to kill you."

"What...did you say?!"

Jiuyou's blood surged, but he dared not make a move easily.

After all, with Mu Qiufeng's death, there is probably no one in the world who can rival him now, including the Holy Lords of the Four Holy Lands.

"Do you wish to become the leader of the four holy lands? This demon lord can help you."

"On the day of the Sword Tournament, no matter what method you use, you must first win first place in the individual battle. In the final championship battle, the Heavenly Demon Palace will invade and slaughter all the prodigies of the four holy lands. Then you will lead your holy land to defeat us and rightfully become the leader of the four holy lands."

"You... want to use me as a puppet to control the Four Holy Lands!"

"That's one point."

"Kill all the chosen ones from the four holy lands, so that we will no longer be a threat to the Heavenly Demon Palace... What a brilliant plan."

"A smart person."

Jun Moxie stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly: "Of course, that scroll of the Nine-Character Mantra Divine Technique also belongs to the Heavenly Demon Palace."

"What if I don't agree?"

Jiuyou's expression suddenly turned cold, and he revealed his peak seventh-tier aura without reservation.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged.

"You can... give it a try."

The moment Jun Moxie raised his hand, a thunderclap exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire world.

"The Eighth Realm... Sainthood!"

No one in the world has ever reached the Saint Transformation Realm, not even Mu Qiufeng back then. He was only invincible in the seventh realm.

Unexpectedly, this demon, after hiding for thirty years, has actually broken through to the eighth realm...

Jiuyou immediately gave up all thoughts of resistance.

If he wanted to, he could indeed destroy the Ancient Netherworld Holy Land directly.

After struggling for a while, he finally agreed.

"Okay, after it's done, I hope you won't go back on your word."

"Heh, Mu Qiufeng is dead. Dealing with you is not something this Demon Lord needs to put too much effort into."

"What will we do then?"

"Open the mountain-protecting formation and let the Heavenly Demon Palace attack; that's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, Jiuyou finally let out a breath, already drenched in sweat.

The pressure from the Saint Transformation Realm is too strong!

It seems... the Nine Provinces are about to undergo a complete upheaval.

.......

These past few days, Chen Nian has been living a very comfortable life.

During the day, he was treated like a VIP in the holy site, and many female fans would come to him to ask him questions from time to time.

At night, he would secretly go to Yuehua Peak to tell Mu Qingxuan the story of the Legend of Sword and Fairy.

At first, Mu Qingxuan was somewhat resistant, but when she thought of the captivating plot, she couldn't resist the urge to try it.

In particular, the love-hate relationship and bizarre adventures between Li Xiaoyao, Zhao Ling'er, and Lin Yueru were so captivating that she couldn't stop reading!

But Chen Nian didn't come today.

"Why hasn't this guy come yet today... He's always here by now."

Mu Qingxuan, of course, did not know that Chen Nian deliberately did not come. She had never even experienced love, so how would she know what it meant to play hard to get?

I was simply anxious.

On one hand, she was anxious because she couldn't hear the rest of the story, and on the other hand, the contrast in attitude—that guy had been so enthusiastic and proactive before, but today he suddenly stopped coming without a word—made her uncomfortable.

So today, she took the initiative to go to the mountain where Chen Nian lived.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving, I saw Chen Nian chatting and laughing with several of his fellow disciples.

An unnamed anger suddenly rose in my heart.

So that's how it is... Hehe.

After glancing at him, Mu Qingxuan turned and left. As a dignified saintess, she naturally wouldn't try to curry favor with Chen Nian.

"Brother Chen, please continue telling us the story!"

"Yes, what happened next?"

"I never expected Brother Chen to look so young, yet have such a wealth of experience!"

Chen Nian also spotted Mu Qingxuan from afar and immediately said, "I have other things to do today, I'll tell you about them next time."

After seeing the female disciples off, Chen Nian immediately chased after them.

They chased him all the way to Yuehua Peak before finally catching up.

"Miss Mu, please wait!"

"What are you doing? Weren't you having a good time just now?"

"No, I was just giving them a perfunctory answer. I'd actually been thinking about coming over for a while now."

"really?"

"Of course, the scenery at Yuehua Peak is much better than where we live."

"Just scenery?"

"Of course, the people are better too."

"Hmph, you smooth talker, keep telling your story."

Mu Qingxuan sat at the stone table by the cliff, her elbow supporting her cheek, and became engrossed in listening to the story.

A shy smile flickered in her beautifully shaped eyes.

The distance between the two gradually narrowed with each story.