Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

Zhao Yiqian nodded slightly. Ever since Zhang Jingyi appeared in Qingyun Pavilion, she has been eating much more frequently than before.

It’s easy to get tired of eating Su Chaoxi’s cooking all the time.

"That's great. Senior Sister Ye and I have been eating monster meat these days. It would be a change of taste." Su Chaoxi hurriedly stepped into Qingyun Pavilion.

Seven or eight exquisite side dishes have been placed on the dining table on the first floor.

After they sat down, Su Chaoxi looked at Zhang Jingyi standing beside them and quickly called out, "Little Miss Zhang, you should also help. You've worked hard cooking."

"I, this is not appropriate." Zhang Jingyi quickly shook her head. Elder Zhao was a big shot in the sect, and she dared not be impolite to him.

Until Zhao Yiqian said softly: "Sit down and eat together."

Zhang Jingyi sat down carefully.

No one talked while eating, and everyone finished the meal in silence.

Of course, Zhang Jingyi's craftsmanship received unanimous praise. Ye Qingyue thought to herself that she really needed to learn the craft from her.

However, Zhao Yiqian, who was very insightful, discovered that Zhang Jingyi would occasionally steal a glance at Su Chaoxi.

This mortal woman seemed to have a crush on her silly apprentice as well.

After dinner, Su Chaoxi wanted to go back to his room and have a good rest.

Ye Qingyue also planned to wait for Zhao Yiqian to return to her room and then walk into Su Chaoxi's room.

"Chaoxi, come with me." Zhao Yiqian took Su Chaoxi away, shattering Ye Qingyue's dream.

Su Chaoxi knew that his master had something to ask him.

Back in her room, Zhao Yiqian lay on the chaise longue and rubbed her eyebrows.

"What exactly is going on? During the competition."

"I am not trying to show off, nor did I intend to save them. I just wanted the golden elixir monster's core. I didn't expect to save them by chance." Su Chaoxi answered truthfully.

But to Zhao Yiqian, the facts sounded like a sophistry.

She snorted softly: "I don't know you yet, you just like to be a good person."

"Is there anyone among those people who remembers you? They run faster than each other."

Su Chaoxi chuckled and looked at the beautiful master with emotion. The master also had preconceived thoughts.

"Yeah, these demon cubs are really hopeless."

"Master, why haven't those elders come to rescue us yet?" Su Chaoxi asked the question that concerned him.

"We were attacked. Someone was targeting the Qinglan Sect." Zhao Yiqian replied in a cold tone.

"There is a traitor in the sect."

"Is it so serious?" Su Chaoxi nodded, and his mind unconsciously thought of what happened to him and Yan Angge.

"We're already investigating. It shouldn't have much impact on you."

"That's right. The second round of the competition will be postponed for a few days." Zhao Yiqian opened her red lips and announced the news.

"This is not good. Now is the time when those demon cubs are weak." Su Chaoxi shook his head with a wicked smile.

"We should arrange it immediately, so that we can win the competition."

"You wish." Zhao Yiqian took a sip of scented tea and continued.

"I heard that you and Guo Qiming had a conflict?"

"Yes, I want to kill him." Su Chaoxi replied in a relaxed tone.

"What's the reason?" Zhao Yiqian was not very surprised, she asked back.

"I have found out that the blood sacrifice for you to save me was prepared for Guo Qiming and Lu Su." Su Chaoxi gave his own reasons.

"My brother also died in this blood sacrifice."

"Are you sure? In that case, your only chance is in the second round of the competition."

"But he is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core." A hint of worry flashed in Zhao Yiqian's beautiful eyes.

"Have confidence. I am your disciple." Su Chaoxi also made himself a cup of hot tea.

"I've checked, too. He's done a lot of bad things. He meets the requirements to be a sacrifice to the goddess Xuan Nu."

"Then you go and do it. I'll take care of the Third Elder's side." Zhao Yiqian still protected her disciples unconditionally.

"Thank you, Master." Su Chaoxi hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"Also, have you been hiding your strength all this time?" Zhao Yiqian snorted coldly, looking at Su Chaoxi with her beautiful eyes.

"Even Master has started to hide it?"

"No, I just had a breakthrough and wanted to give Master a surprise." Su Chaoxi hurriedly explained, fearing that his Master would think too much.

"Master, I have reached the crystallization stage."

"Well, you are worthy of being my disciple." Zhao Yiqian, who seldom praised Su Chaoxi, had her beautiful eyes slightly lit up and was very satisfied.

"What path are you going to find?"

"To live for the people." Su Chaoxi replied.

"Yes, that seems like the morality you would seek." Zhao Yiqian nodded.

"My way is to punish evil and restore righteousness."

"Your path is the same as mine, and it is a difficult path to follow."

"This is what I really want after all." Su Chaoxi replied with a smile.

"Just focus on stabilizing your state of mind in the next few days and don't leave Qingyun Pavilion." Zhao Yiqian reminded again.

"It's not very peaceful out there."

"Maybe I should go out, too."

"I knew the sect wouldn't suffer this loss." Su Chaoxi promised. "I will stay in the room safely."

"By the way, Master, how is things going over at Lost Mountain and Sea?" Su Chaoxi asked another concerned question.

"Among the monks who have lost their way, more than half of them have had their soul lamps extinguished." Zhao Yiqian replied with a complicated expression.

Chapter 118: Yan Ange's Lost Path

Hearing this, Su Chaoxi frowned and asked uneasily, "What about Senior Sister Yan's Soul Lamp?"

Compared with the Soul Lamp, the marking function of the character system can more intuitively reflect the status of the cultivator, but Su Chaoxi still wants to verify it with the Soul Lamp.

Zhao Yiqian looked at Su Chaoxi's nervous expression and felt a little sad.

"After she lost her position as the Saint, her Soul Lamp was taken away by herself. It is not found in the sect either." Zhao Yiqian shook her head. She didn't know Yan Angge's current condition.

"Don't worry too much. Prepare well for the next round of competition." Zhao Yiqian looked at Su Chaoxi, opened her red lips, and began to comfort her.

"That girl has never been one to admit defeat. Maybe after the competition is over, you'll be able to see her walk out safe and sound."

Zhao Yiqian seldom lies, but this time she lied for the sake of her disciple.

In her mind, the probability that Yan Angge could get out of the mountains and sea was basically zero, and she had no chance of survival on this trip.

"Well, I believe her." Su Chaoxi forced a smile, not knowing whether his Demon-Subduing Pestle had come in handy.

The perspective turned and came to Yan Ange's side.

Ten days have passed since she entered this tower of flesh and blood.

She has been repeating the same thing these days, which is to climb this tower of flesh and blood non-stop.

Each floor of this tower is a larger space, and in the center of this space, there is a staircase leading to the upper floor.

The environment displayed in each floor is completely different.

On each level, the climbers encounter different things.

This tower called Lost Tower is full of uncertainties. Every time a climber steps into the next level, he or she will not know what he or she will encounter.

It could be a meadow on a peaceful afternoon with a gentle breeze.

It could be a hellish scene with broken limbs, rivers of blood, and monsters rushing towards you like mad.

Only by resisting with all your might can you reach the center, climb the bone stairs made of flesh and blood, and leave this hell.

If Su Chaoxi arrived here, he would find that this lost tower that seemed to have no top floor was a pigeon-style level-breaking game.

It’s just that the cost of failure in this game is too painful.

At this moment, Yan Ange, after experiencing a series of battles, has reached the peak of the middle stage of crystallization.

In this area, her bad condition of not being able to lose blood and energy was cleared.

It seems to be a curse coming from this tower of flesh and blood.

It is not effective while lost.

This gave Yan Angge hope.

The white clothes around her had been dyed red by blood, but she was in no hurry to change them.

Because she knew that no matter how many white clothes she changed, they would inevitably be stained red again.

Yan Ange used knots to record the floors he had climbed, and another to record the time.

Although this method is a bit classical, it is indeed very useful.

It can prevent Yan Ange's memory from being modified by certain possible situations.

Her luck was pretty good. Of the six floors she had climbed so far, only two had monsters on them.

One type is a humanoid monster without flesh and blood. The space where they exist is a dark and humid swamp.

The other type is a group of deformed and strange animals that live in a foggy farm.

There was a strange light in their eyes, and they stared at her motionlessly until Yan Ange came close.

Once you get close, they will swarm over you like bloodthirsty beasts.

But the good news is that their realms are generally not high, so it is not particularly difficult for Yan Angge to deal with them.

At the same time, killing them can replenish blood and energy, allowing Yan Angge to fight to recover.

On the other four levels, there are mostly no very aggressive creatures.

One floor even had a clean and tidy room with plenty of hot water and fire, enough for her to have a good rest.

In so many layers, Yan Angge did not see a single living monk, but instead saw the corpse of a monk whose flesh and blood had been sucked dry.

She didn't know this person.

Yan Ange once again stepped on the bone stairs and entered the seventh floor.

She didn't know what she would encounter on this level, but she had to keep climbing until she found what she was looking for in this maze.

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Su Chaoxi closed his master's door and slowly walked down the stairs of Qingyun Pavilion.

Downstairs, Zhang Jingyi had been waiting there early in the morning.

She spoke quickly, her brows full of excitement: "Master Su, there are many monks outside who have sent visiting cards. I hope you can meet with them."

She had already learned from this group of monks that Su Chaoxi had won the first place in the first round of the competition.

At the same time, he also saved a group of true disciples, and now he has become a prominent figure in Qinglan Sect.

"Please tell Miss Zhang that I'm in seclusion and won't see anyone." Su Chaoxi replied. He really didn't want to see any of them.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Jingyi nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work." Su Chaoxi turned and went into his room. He planned to rest for a while and then enter E again.

Completing Shan Ji's mission and improving his strength is now an urgent matter.

There was one more person in the room. Su Chaoxi knew without a doubt that it was his good senior sister Ye Qingyue.

"Are you back? Have some tea." When Ye Qingyue, who was sitting at the table, saw Su Chaoxi, she immediately stood up and poured him a glass of water.

"I have something to tell you." Ye Qingyue changed into a thinner and more flattering dress, and her good figure became somewhat visible.