How to capture the system fairies as wives

Soon, a somewhat pitiful and sad voice rang in her ears: "How pitiful..."

Luo Luo looked at the little girl who had become so thin that she looked like an unrecognizable person, and her eyes couldn't help but become glistening.

Nan Xiaoxiang stretched out her hand and pinched her pulse. After a long moment, her beautiful eyes frowned and said, "This... is this pulse really that of a living person?"

"What kind of poison can destroy a person like this?"

"Hurry up." Qingying said coldly at the door, "Someone will probably be here soon."

Nan Xiaoxiang nodded and gently gave the little girl acupuncture to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. Then he helped her take some medicinal pills.

During this time, Qingying skillfully flipped through the things that had not yet been destroyed, and her cheeks became increasingly cold.

"These guys... are using her blood to make medicine?"

"That's too much..." Luo Luo also covered her mouth tightly.

Nan Xiaoxiang also frowned and began to read: "The pills made from her blood can make cultivators addicted and crazy, and then let them control them... Is it because her blood contains a large amount of Heguancao?"

"We'll talk about these things later. Let's find a way to take her to a safe place first."

So Qingying carried the little girl on her back and the three of them started walking out.

But as soon as she reached the door, Qingying narrowed her eyes.

“…It’s too late.”

Outside the door of the house, there were already several layers of Kunpeng Sect disciples with swords in hand, staring eagerly, surrounding it, and there were also two or three elders from the Shangqing Realm leading the team.

They surrounded Qingying and the other two, making it impossible for them to get out.

"What should we do?" Nan Xiaoxiang turned her head and asked in a low voice worriedly.

Qingying just shook her head slowly: "Don't panic. This is still within that guy's expectations."

"You bold witch! Hurry and put my disciple's daughter down!"

From a distance, a loud and powerful shout was heard, and Wang Kurong and Ye Lie were seen rushing over quickly.

Ye Lie even rushed directly to Qingying: "Lingling!"

"Don't worry, we've already given her the elixir."

Nan Xiaoxiang said softly: "It's just that her blood was used to refine pills. Her body is too weak at the moment. She needs me to take care of her later."

Using blood to refine pills? Ye Lie turned his head in shock and anger and looked at Wang Kurong.

"Master! How do you want to explain this matter?!"

"What? This happened?"

Wang Kurong was furious and shouted, "Miss, you can't sow discord among our disciples!"

"The evidence is right behind us. Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Qingying said indifferently, obviously disdainful of the headmaster's stubborn attitude.

Seeing Ye Lie's increasingly gloomy and dangerous look, Wang Kurong just narrowed his eyes and said quickly the next moment:

"Well, I never thought such a thing would happen in my sect! It's such a shame!"

"Elder of the Law! Tell me that all the disciples involved will be sentenced to death!"

The elder of law behind him promised and led a group of disciples into the secret passage in the house.

Wang Kurong still spoke righteously, "Don't worry, disciple! Such a shameless thing has happened in my Kunpeng Sect. I will clean up the mess myself and give you justice!"

There was still some anger on Ye Lie's face, while Qingying beside him let out a light click of the tongue.

...It was just as that guy expected. The head of the sect really refused to admit it.

Nan Xiaoxiang also turned her head and whispered, "Your daughter's health is worrying. It is important to keep her safe first."

Ye Lie then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stared at Wang Kurong with bloodshot eyes: "I'll wait for the master's instructions."

After saying this, he hugged his daughter and left with the three of them.

Wang Kurong squinted his eyes and watched the three people leave. Then a hesitant question came from beside him: "Master, we——"

"Don't worry, there will be another chance in the future."

"Why not just kill Ye Lie?" the disciple asked in confusion, "Can't you just snatch his daughter away?"

"Asshole! In all these years, our Kunpeng Sect has only produced one person who can be considered a genius. After he is killed, who will take over the Kunpeng Sect?"

Wang Kurong said angrily: "He must not know about this matter. No matter what, I must keep his heart."

"But, but Master Ye Lie has lost interest in cultivation for several years and only wants to live with his wife and daughter..."

"That was in the past! Now his wife has passed away and his daughter is dying. Soon he will understand the difference between immortals and mortals."

"When the time comes, when he becomes disheartened and returns to practice, we will use the elixir we researched from his daughter to secretly develop our power," Wang Kurong stroked his beard. "With a two-pronged approach, I believe that within a dozen years, Kunpeng Sect will be able to compete with those top sects."

"Master, you are wise!" The disciple bowed respectfully.

"Go down. Remember, handle this cleanly and don't leave any handle for Ye Lie."

The disciple agreed and left the square. However, after leaving the square, he wandered around for a while and found an opportunity when no one was around and ran to the foot of the mountain.

In an inconspicuous dwelling, the Kunpeng Sect disciple entered and knelt respectfully: "Master Divine Envoy, Ye Lie has rescued his daughter."

Inside the room, a man in a black robe and mask nodded slowly: "Got it."

"You continue to stay by the headmaster's side and fan the flames, so as to further intensify the conflict between him and Ye Lie."

"Yes."

After that man left, the black-robed messenger also slowly left the house and flew all the way to a farther place in the north.

After walking for a day and a night, we finally arrived at an inconspicuous small village in the snowy mountains.

Once you enter the house, you will find a different world, a magnificent palace.

In the dark palace, four men in black robes and masks sat around a table. Sitting above the table was the Son of God, who was leisurely sipping tea.

"As you expected, Ye Lien has indeed rebelled." The messenger of God whispered.

"Really?" The Son of God said calmly, "How is Kunpeng Sect doing?"

"Although Ye Lie rescued his daughter, the gap between him and Kunpeng Sect has become wider and wider. I believe that with a little fanning of the flames, the two sides will surely be in a situation of life and death. By then, Ye Lie will be alone and weak, and there is a high probability that he will not survive."

"Oh, it's all thanks to Kunpeng Sect, which has a good sect leader who is willing to refine medicine for his disciple's daughter for the sake of the sect's hegemony."

Shen Zi chuckled: "Human nature is indeed so superficial and easy to use."

"Damn it." Another masked man cursed in a low voice, "If it weren't for the increasingly tense situation between Yu Ling and Wanxiang Pavilion, I really wanted to kill the traitor Ye Lie with my own hands!"

"A small leak will sink a great ship."

Shen Zi still had a calm smile on his face: "It's nothing more than the loss of a non-staff member. It's not really a serious injury."

"Let's put this aside for now. The most important thing right now is—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The several gods' messengers around looked at the Son of God in confusion.

They watched the Son of God's expression change from being gentle and talkative, to being stiff, and then gradually becoming gloomy and expressionless.

"...I underestimated you." He suddenly closed his eyes and sighed to himself.

Just when the gods were puzzled, a frivolous laugh sounded behind them:

"I'm afraid you haven't hurt any bones, so I came here specially to bring you warmth."

In the darkness, Chen Yin, with his hands in his sleeves, walked out slowly and laughed like a random person strolling on the street.

Several gods' messengers immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and were ready for battle.

"Why, are you surprised?" Chen Yin said with a smile.

...He guessed from the beginning that this matter might be the work of Kunpeng Sect, but there could not be no Shenli's instigation behind the scenes.

So he divided his troops into three groups early in the morning. Ye Lie went to contain the Kunpeng Sect head-on, while Qingying, who came from the secret door, took Luoluo and Nan Xiaoxiang to rescue people first.

I, on the other hand, was waiting in the dark, pulling out the thread of Kamisato by the roots.

"Why, it feels good to hide in the back and shoot?"

Although Chen Yin had a smile on his face, the coldness and anger in his eyes were chilling: "As for me, I hate flies the most."

You can't see it at ordinary times. Just when you are about to fall asleep or have something to do, it will jump out to bother you, and when you try to catch it, it will fly away without a trace.

It's haunting and disgusting.

"But it's impossible for you to sit behind the scenes and enjoy the benefits every time."

Chen Yin walked forward nonchalantly: "If you often walk by the river, you will always fall over."

After he finished speaking, the sharp light of the Changming Sword rushed straight towards the Son of God.

The Son of God, who had always remained calm even when faced with a huge crisis, finally fell silent.

After a long time, he only uttered three words.

"…You are fine."

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Yin smiled brightly.

"You should be thankful." Shen Zi sighed, "I was too cautious. Only my clone showed up this time."

"If I were here, I could get rid of this serious threat myself."

"Yu Ling's disciple, I will remember you."

The Son of God looked at him deeply, and his body slowly dissipated.

"If anything goes wrong with my messengers today."

"Sooner or later, I will make you pay back your loss a thousand times over."

One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Deserve to Die

Only when the figure of the Son of God slowly disappeared did Chen Yin frown slightly.

...This guy is not the real one?

How could he be so cautious? I thought I could get rid of this annoying fly this time.

However, according to Ye Lie, there are not many members in the Shenli organization. Even if the Son of God is fake, these so-called messengers of God are indeed real people.

"It can be considered as a chance to heal his broken bones." Chen Yin showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Several gods' messengers looked at each other and gathered together in an instant.

"Humph, Chen Yin! Don't be so complacent!"

One of them said in a low voice, "You dare to come here alone to cause trouble for us, Shenli. You really don't take us seriously."

"Since you are seeking your own death, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

He called out to the system in a low voice in his heart, and then his whole body turned into a sinister black light and rushed straight towards Chen Yin.

He was very confident. Even though Chen Yin was Yu Ling's apprentice, he was not the chosen one after all.

As long as you are not the Chosen One, you will be seriously injured even if you don’t die from the sudden attack of your own system.

But just as obscure and invisible ripples appeared on his body, a finger easily touched his brow.

Suddenly, countless tiny and sharp sword energies shattered every meridian in his body. He seemed to have his soul torn apart and wailed like crazy.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

But in a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he crawled on the ground in pain, twisting his body.

The remaining three gods' messengers were so frightened that they remained silent.

Chen Yin looked at his miserable condition expressionlessly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

"May I have your name?"

"Well..." The man was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Chen Yin kicked off his mask, revealing a skinny man's face. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Impossible... Why is the system useless to you..."

"Do you want to know?" Chen Yin suddenly squatted down with a smile, "If you answer my question, I will tell you."