Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Looking up, not far behind the village, the faintly visible, towering mountain gate is the gate of the Promise Sect, one of the great cultivators of the immortal world that is almost as famous as Xuan Tianzong.

It's just that, for some reason, the surrounding area of ​​this Promise Sect, including this Promise Village, is faintly filled with an indescribable weird aura.

This kind of aura was already noticed when Xiang Xing and Gong Xuan stepped into the realm of the Promise Sect.

The man even explained to the little guy that this weird aura, in all likelihood, comes from the demon world.

In addition, during the forty-nine years when Xiang Xing was recovering from his injuries, Gong Xuanyue had indeed vaguely heard some rumors about Wujizong being invaded by monsters when he was hanging around.

Now, combined with what Qing Luan said, Fengling's tail feathers were left behind.

The man couldn't help laughing a few times helplessly.

I'm afraid there is no relationship between the two.

...

Nevertheless, in accordance with the unwritten regulations of the Xiuxian Realm, the three people must obtain the permission of the Wujizong to conduct investigations under the command of the Wujizong.

When he learned of this rule before, Xiang Xing couldn't hold back anymore, and cast a blankly glance at Gong Xuanyue.

It's terrible.

With Ayue’s reputation in the world of cultivating immortals...Does this Promise Sect’s head really give him face?

According to Ducky, the head of the Promise Sect, Wuyuan Xianzun, is also an old man who is addicted to alcohol.

A Yue has even stolen a lot of his fine wines...

If they just went up to say hello in such a big way, it would be almost like being driven away by the old man with a whisk!

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt dizzy in his head.

But the man didn't seem to mind it.

"Don't worry~ Your husband, I have been wandering outside for thousands of years, and there is no place I can't go to~"

Gong Xuan Yue Qing smiled casually, and in front of Xiang Xing, he directly gave a pinch.

Afterwards, he raised his delicate brows triumphantly, and put on a scheming look.

"This deity can be used by the old man without a source, and invite us in~"

...

After thinking about it, the little guy gnawed on the candied haws bought at the entrance of the village, followed the man's side obediently, and walked into this Promise Village.

Two steps ahead, I saw a group of small spiritual practitioners dressed up by the Promise Sect disciples, carrying all kinds of magic weapons, hurriedly flying with swords above the village, heading towards the south of the village.

The leader was a high-level disciple with a delicate appearance, and Xiang Xing even had some impressions of him.

In the original plot, this one seems to be one of Xia Ling's harem troupe.

Although she had no intention of remembering his name.

After the group of spiritual cultivation gradually flew away, Gong Xuanyue led the two little guys to a pancake stall on the side of the village.

After buying a large pan-fried scallion pancake for the two little guys, he smiled lightly, pretending to be casual and inquiring about the pancake shop owner who was looking up to the sky.

"The uncle, the group of immortals is hurried, is there something happening nearby?"

"Huh? Fairy?"

The uncle Pancake spreader looked at the young couple who were very gorgeous and luxuriously dressed this month, and the little baby who was raised very plump and plump.

Knowing that these three are just ordinary rich people passing by, he smiled and explained enthusiastically while continuing to spread the pancakes.

"Hey, you don't know anything about this son, those few are not immortals yet, they are the spiritual practitioners who worshipped in the Promise Sect of the Xiu Xian sect~"