It's time to become a fairy.

Just as Ye Qingge was marveling at the effect of the mask, the bushes and trees not far away were forcefully parted by several people. Two tall demonic cultivators, wielding large swords, cleaved through the nearby vegetation and forests as they advanced quickly.

Upon seeing Ye Qingge in front of him, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the tall demonic cultivator. He slashed his long sword at Ye Qingge, coldly saying, "Who dares to block the young master's path? Get out of the way!"

Swoosh

A sharp whooshing sound rang out, and a faint sense of crisis rose in her heart. Ye Qingge was already mentally prepared for the approaching people and easily dodged them. A glint flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly, "Do you want to die?"

The demonic cultivator sneered, "Death? My young master was invited to participate in the Demon God Tournament. How dare a little brat threaten him?"

He changed the direction of his long sword and continued to slash at Ye Qingge.

Just as the long sword was less than three meters away from Ye Qingge, a folding fan suddenly appeared from the side, blocking the long sword from falling.

A young man dressed in a scholar's robe, with an elegant demeanor, stepped down from the palanquin at some point. He approached Ye Qingge with a kind smile and said, "How can you treat such a beautiful young lady with such harsh methods? I'm sorry, my servants were not well-disciplined and caused you to be frightened. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Ye Qingge narrowed her eyes slightly and casually said, "Lingxiu Peak."

"Good name!"

The young man praised her and gestured towards the carriage, saying, "It is fate that we met Miss Ling. I was in the wrong in this matter. I see that you also want to go to Nanfeng Demon City. I will take you with me. I will give you a satisfactory answer on this matter."

Ye Qingge was slightly taken aback, then smiled and walked towards the young man.

The young man's smile widened, and he was already planning how to use demonic methods to replenish his energy after succeeding, so as to advance his strength before the competition. However, Ye Qingge suddenly stopped in front of him and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, I have no interest in women."

The young man's smile vanished instantly, his face flushed red at a visible speed, and his eyes turned fierce.

Chapter 73 Breaking the Rules, Fighting the Entire City Alone

"you wanna die!"

Demonic runes spread from the corners of the youth's eyes, instantly covering his entire face. The handsome youth's appearance was instantly ruined, revealing the head of a burly man. A thin scar stretched from the corner of his left eye to his right jaw, and his body swelled up beneath his clothes, almost bursting them apart.

"Capture this little girl, and my demonic arts will reach a bottleneck. Once I break through this bottleneck, win first place in the competition, and become the Demon God's son-in-law, my brothers will be living the high life. There are as many little girls like this as we want. We can go to that tiny country of Yankang every day to snatch people, and each brother can snatch a female disciple of the Taicang Sect to be his slave!"

He roared repeatedly, which elicited excited cheers from several tall and burly demonic cultivators nearby. They scattered and surrounded Ye Qingge with greedy expressions.

The young man, his face contorted with rage, reached out towards Ye Qingge. Then, as if remembering something, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The demonic markings around his eyes vanished, and he reverted to his former elegant demeanor, laughing, "Did I scare you, little girl? Come with me obediently, and you'll have your fun. Otherwise… damn it, you dare to play me for a fool!"

The instant his hand touched Ye Qingge, Ye Qingge revealed a strange smile, and her body dissolved into countless black mists before his eyes with a bang.

The young man was furious, and the demonic markings around his eyes spread out again, turning one side of his face into the face of a ferocious strongman, while the other side became the face of a handsome young man. He almost lost control and revealed his true appearance again.

"Young master, the son-in-law of the Demon God!"

A tall demonic cultivator nearby couldn't help but speak up. Only then did the young man react. He took a few deep breaths and muttered to himself, "Calm down, I must stay calm. Defeat everyone, and then use this appearance to keep the demon god's daughter hooked. My position as her son-in-law will be secure. That will be the day I, Tang Yongkang, rise to power!"

"When the time comes, I'll let this damn little brat know that I'm a real man!"

After calming himself down, he walked towards the imperial carriage.

Just then, a melodious zither tune came from the side. The young man Tang Yongkang and the several tall demonic cultivators who accompanied him froze, their eyes glazed over. They didn't come back to their senses until the music ended.

"Could it be... just my imagination?"

Tang Yongkang looked around in confusion, but noticed nothing unusual, and entered the imperial carriage with a bewildered expression.

Several tall demonic cultivators also looked bewildered, but they quickly regained their senses and, urged by Tang Yongkang, surrounded the precious carriage, urging the ferocious beasts pulling it forward.

Unbeknownst to them, not far away, a gaze was coldly watching him, indifferently observing his departure.

Only after Tang Yongkang's imperial carriage disappeared from sight did Ye Qingge finally withdraw her gaze and carefully put away the ancient zither, a Dao artifact she had brought from the Taicang Sect.

"The seed of the Soul-Snatching Technique has been planted, and the suggestion of the Mind Illusion Technique has been implanted. Since you want to target me, I'll give you a surprise in a moment and let you truly reach the pinnacle of life."

The Soul-Hooking Technique is a move derived from Chen Zimo. It can not only use the Soul-Locking Hook to hook souls, but also plant a seed mark. Within a certain range, the Soul-Hooking Technique can be used to pull oneself in front of the soul-hooking target, or pull the soul-hooking target to one's side. When one's cultivation enters the Dao Realm, or even reaches the Great Perfection, one can even ignore the distance of space, making it extremely effective!

The specific range depends on the proficiency and cultivation level. Ye Qingge only discovered the usefulness of this spell after entering Feng Lingxiu's body.

A smile appeared on her lips. She covered the mask with one hand, pondered for a moment, then made a hand seal. Her figure changed instantly, growing taller and her body lines gradually shifting. In less than two breaths, she transformed into the same appearance as the young Tang Yongkang from before.

With another pat of her clothes, the spirit robes rippled with color, transforming into the same garments as Tang Yongkang's. Even her aura, adjusted by the mask, was identical to Tang Yongkang's. If she didn't make a move, even the young men around Tang Yongkang wouldn't be able to tell the difference between Ye Qingge's imitation and the real thing.

Feng Lingxiu asked in surprise, "Are you planning to imitate Tang Yongkang and do bad things?"

Ye Qingge shook her head and said, "Holy Maiden, you are mistaken. What I did was not a bad thing. It's just that Tang Yongkang's wish is to reach the peak of the Demon Realm, so naturally I have to help him. Helping him fulfill his wish can also complete our mission, which is a good thing."

Feng Lingxiu felt strange, sensing that Ye Qingge's words were not right, but she couldn't find a reason to refute them.

In the distance, the setting sun casts its rays, and dusk is approaching.

Ye Qingge stretched out her hand, and spiritual power swept through, erasing the traces in the vicinity. Finally, she checked the maps of Nanfeng Demon City and Nanling Demon God's Mansion that Feng Lingxiu had obtained through special channels. After confirming that there was no problem with her appearance, she headed towards Nanfeng Demon City.

Unlike the cities of the Yankang Divine Dynasty, which have high walls and are heavily guarded, the Nanfeng Demon City, located deep within the demonic cultivators' territory, is very well guarded. Even though it was dusk, demonic cultivators from all directions were still coming to the city during the Demon God's tournament. As long as they paid a few spirit stones, the guards would let them pass.

Although Feng Lingxiu came alone, she was very well prepared. After Ye Qingge took out a few spirit stones from her spirit ring and gave them to the guards, she was allowed to enter the city.

Unlike the Yankang Divine Dynasty, the Nanfeng Demon City was significantly more prosperous, with its architecture mostly featuring exaggerated and flamboyant designs.

Ye Qingge looked around and saw that the demonic cultivators on the street were dressed in very strange clothes, and many of them even had demonic features that were different from ordinary people. Some had winding, spiraling ram horns on both sides of their heads; some had eight arms and two fangs protruding from their mouths; and some women were walking in the city dressed in men's clothing.

Those dressed normally, like Tang Yongkang, whom Ye Qingge imitated, are already rare. Even those dressed in strange clothes are considered normal demonic cultivators, with their bodies not resembling those of ordinary people making up nearly half of their appearance.

It was getting late, so Ye Qingge found an inn and booked a room. While having dinner in the lobby, she listened to the conversations of the demonic cultivators in the lobby to find out about the contestants of the upcoming tournament.

To her surprise, shortly after she entered the Demon City, a woman dressed as a man set her sights on her and followed her discreetly from behind.

"As expected of Demon City, the security is so bad. Are they trying to take advantage of the situation to rob people?"

Ye Qingge narrowed her eyes but didn't expose him. She also wanted to see what this demonic cultivator was planning to do.

After taking a bite of the vegetarian dish served by the waiter, Ye Qingge broadened her attention to gather information.

The tournament will be held the day after tomorrow. As one of only three demon gods in Nanfeng Demon City, the tournament is being held by the Nanling Demon God, making it a grand event in Nanfeng Demon City. The winner will not only be rewarded with the Dao artifact Thousand Water Pearl brought by the Nanling Demon God, but will also have the opportunity to win the favor of the Nanling Demon God's princess. Once the princess approves, the winner will become the Nanling Demon God's son-in-law.

There were a lot of participants in this competition, making it extremely difficult to win first place. Most demonic cultivators only hoped to make a brilliant performance in the competition in order to join the ranks of the Southern Demon God.

However, the fact that there were more than a few demonic cultivators who actually wanted to marry the princess did not mean that there were fewer of them. In fact, while having dinner in the inn, they heard that no fewer than seventeen well-known contestants from all over the country had come to participate in the competition.

"However, according to these demonic cultivators, their strength is not strong. The most promising ones are only at the peak of the Refining Spirit Returning to Emptiness realm, and there is not even a single demonic cultivator who has reached the Refining Emptiness Merging with the Dao realm."

Ye Qingge touched her chin, but upon closer reflection, it made sense.

Those who can reach the realm of refining emptiness and merging with the Dao are either demonic cultivators who are about to die of old age, or geniuses like Feng Lingxiu. They don't need such an event to show their talents; there are plenty of demon gods willing to take them as disciples.

Half an hour later, Ye Qingge finished her meal. When the waiter came over, she stuffed a few spirit stones into his hand and inquired about the contestants' situation.

As an innkeeper's waiter, he was definitely one of the best people to gather information. Tempted by the spirit stones, the waiter decisively revealed all the information he knew.

Finally, she slipped in another spirit stone, and amidst the waiter's thanks, Ye Qingge calmly left the inn and arrived at a mansion not far away.

"I've heard that Brother Qi from Lingcheng has also come for the duel with the Demon God of Nanling. Tang Yongkang from Pingfeng City has come to challenge him. I wonder if you would accept the challenge?"

As spiritual energy gathered in her throat, Ye Qingge's calm voice echoed throughout the vicinity, instantly invigorating all the demonic cultivators on the street, drawing countless gazes towards her.

The guards in front of the mansion glared at Ye Qingge, but dared not speak. Those who dared to come and knock on the door were not demonic cultivators whom guards like them could offend.

A moment later

The mansion gates opened, and a tall, thin young man with a sharp demeanor stepped out, his face grim. He said, "I, Qi, have no grudge against Brother Tang. What is the meaning of this, Brother Tang?"

Ye Qingge smiled slightly: "Brother Qi, are you afraid to accept the challenge?"

"Why don't you dare!"

The tall, thin youth's face darkened further, his eyes fixed on Ye Qingge as if he wanted to devour her alive: "Since you've come for the competition, the winner will continue to participate, and the loser will cut off one of their arms and never set foot in Nanfeng Demon City again!"

"can."

Ye Qingge responded and got down. The two headed towards the arena in the city, followed closely by countless demonic cultivators who came to watch the excitement.

Although it is a demon city, there is still basic order. Killing someone rashly will cause trouble. Signing a life-or-death contract on the arena in the city will make dealing with people no problem.

The tall, thin young man was one of the favorites to win the championship from other cities, and Tang Yongkang, played by Ye Qingge, was also quite famous. Many demonic cultivators had heard of the two of them. When the two started to clash, it immediately attracted many demonic cultivators to come and watch the battle.

half an hour later

Ye Qingge and the tall, thin youth stood on opposite sides of the arena. Under the supervision of a demonic cultivator referee at the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao realm, the two signed a life-or-death agreement and prepared to begin their duel.

"In this contest, life and death are irrelevant. Any means are permitted until one side admits defeat or dies. Do either of you have any objections?"

The referee's voice was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the two players.

After receiving their responses, he nodded and announced the start of the battle.

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the tall, thin youth. Two warhammers appeared in his hands. He pushed off the ground with his left foot and shot out like a cannonball. The two hammers spun like lightning, carrying terrifying magical power as they smashed down towards Ye Qingge.

Ye Qingge remained calm, took out her spirit sword, and gently thrust it forward.

The tall, thin youth's pupils contracted sharply. Ye Qingge's calm actions made him feel as if his movements were blocked. No matter how he adjusted his position, it was useless. The tip of the sword was always pointed at his head. It was as if the tall, thin youth was personally meeting the sword in Ye Qingge's hand.

stab

A burst of sword light pierced the forehead of the tall, thin youth, whose pupils dilated instantly, and he collapsed to the ground.

One sword kill!

The entire scene fell silent. Countless people stared in astonishment at the sight before them, unable to process what was happening for a moment.

Ye Qingge calmly sheathed her sword, looked down at the stage, and when she saw the astonished expression on the face of the girl in men's clothing who had followed her, she smiled and left.

An hour and a half later

Ye Qingge returned to the arena. On the other side of the arena, another demonic cultivator appeared. However, he was short, only 1.5 meters tall, and looked like a twelve-year-old boy who hadn't lost his childishness. His fierce expression did not feel like that of a child at all. Instead, he looked like a veteran who had been through many battles. He released his aura and was clearly a demonic cultivator in the mid-stage of the Refining Spirit Returning to Emptiness realm.

The number of audience members below the stage increased, and the demonic cultivators who had dispersed after Ye Qingge left gathered again. Many of them had already guessed what was going on, and their expressions were full of excitement.

After signing the waiver, and with the referee's command, Ye Qingge performed the same action as before: drew her sword, sheathed it, and her opponent fell.

The difference between two realms is like an insurmountable chasm, which cannot be crossed by ordinary means!

The entire scene fell silent once again. Ye Qingge looked around and saw that many people seemed to be deep in thought, noticing something amiss, but it didn't matter.

She stepped off the ring, and two hours later, another favorite to win the championship appeared on the opposite side.

When she finally killed her opponent with a single sword strike, it caused a huge sensation.

"Another one-sword kill! When did Tang Yongkang acquire such strength!"

"I remember Tang Yongkang didn't seem to use a sword; shouldn't his weapon be a feather fan?"

"It's obvious they're hiding something. They've clearly been preparing for this operation, practicing their swordsmanship diligently... Why are they looking at me? Do you think they're some righteous person in disguise?!"

Countless people were discussing it, and the number of demonic cultivators watching below had reached tens of thousands. Almost all the demonic cultivators who operated at night had gathered here.

This time, Ye Qingge did not step down from the ring. Among the spectators below the ring were already some of the popular contestants.