I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"Well, it's like this. This child has been in seclusion with her master since she was young and has never been involved in worldly affairs. So I'm sorry to trouble you to bear with me." Xiao Wuyou quickly filled in the blanks for her.

The result was that Liu Feiyan's eyes turned red and Su Lanyu also sighed.

In their view, the world outside is colorful and it is really pitiful for the young master to live in seclusion until now. They can't help but feel great sympathy for him. Their maternal instinct was immediately aroused, and they served tea and water to the young master and asked about his well-being.

Seeing that the three of them got along surprisingly well, Xiao Wuyou's lips inadvertently curled up into a smile.

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"What? Master's daughter?!"

On the day of departure, Xiao Wuyou brought the young master to the giant flying sword and informed the elders of the young master's false identity.

As for other disciples, they only said that this was a new junior sister who joined the sect, so as not to attract too much attention.

According to Xiao Wuyou's idea, the little master is the ultimate killer weapon hidden till the end. If he encounters an opponent who he cannot defeat even after exhausting all his luck, he can throw the little master out and kill him.

But he didn’t understand why the young master wanted to hide it even from the elders?

And she didn't even use any illusions. Could the elders really not see through it?

"Well, after a closer look, he does look somewhat like Master." Elder Tianya at the side came over to take a closer look and sighed.

Jiang Zuimeng, who was accompanying him, was dozing off at the side. When he saw the young master, he was no longer sleepy. He quickly pulled him aside and asked nervously, "Wuyou, what's going on?!"

"Master is a single guy... No, he has seen through the world!" Jiang Zuimeng recalled that night, the unbearable and exciting scene, and his face changed immediately: "You, you wouldn't do that to Master..."

"Master, please be more normal." Xiao Wuyou wanted to complain immediately. Even if he had that bad intention, he had to find a target!

The young master has a sexually apathetic face and it's obvious that she has no interest in men!

"This is really the daughter that Grandmaster disturbed, and it was Grandmaster's idea to send her to the Righteous Conference." Xiao Wuyou sent messages to Jiang Zuimeng and several elders who were accompanying them, and they reluctantly accepted this statement.

In this way, Xiao Wuyou successfully brought his junior master to join the Juejian Sect's team and set off for the righteous competition.

All previous righteous competitions were held in a place called Yingyue City.

But in addition to the Zhengdao Competition, this place is also famous for another major event.

It is said that the Sword Immortal Longyue had a decisive battle with the Demon Emperor here in the past, and finally succeeded in killing the Demon Emperor. From then on, he sealed his sword and went into seclusion, and disappeared completely.

This happened about a thousand years ago, and it was the last trace left by the Sword Immortal Longyue in the world of immortal cultivation. Since then, the name Bei Ming Longyue has gradually been forgotten by people, leaving only the name of the sword immortal and those legends whose truth or falsity is unknown.

The Juejian Sect also gradually declined due to Bei Ming Long Yue's retirement.

"But! Now that we have a rare swordsmanship prodigy like Wuyou, the revitalization of our Juejian Sect is just around the corner!"

"Who said that there is no one in my Juejian Sect!"

"I have finally waited for the day when the Absolute Sword Sect will be revived..."

Above Yingyue City, a group of elders were ecstatic, crying and laughing, as if their own children had passed the imperial examination, attracting the attention of the monks flying by.

Xiao Wuyou and his disciples were so embarrassed that they could only stand far away and pretend that they were not familiar with them.

Among the flying magic weapons in the sky, there was a carriage pulled by a black tortoise, passing by inconspicuously.

Looking at the giant flying sword flying overhead in the distance, the man in the turtle cart snorted coldly.

"The Absolute Sword Sect? The most useless sect among the four great righteous sects?"

"It seems that this righteous competition is really meaningless."

Chapter 14 Qin Wuya

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In the world of immortal cultivation, generally speaking, there are two forces, the righteous and the evil, who are in charge of the world. But other forces have also accumulated thousands or even tens of thousands of years of experience, and they are unmatched.

Of course, the great powers of the older generation did not dare to forget their fear of the Sword Immortal and the Demon Emperor. They hid in their territories, secluded themselves from going out, and did not even dare to test the current situation of the two top immortals.

But the younger generation of monks is different.

For example, this Qin Wuya.

He had long been fed up with those arrogant and conceited followers of the righteous path.

He once slayed dragons, destroyed demons, and was honored as a human emperor. However, he was severely hurt by the appearance of a divine phoenix that year, so he had to temporarily hide from the limelight in order to cultivate his character.

After enduring for so many years, it is time to let these foolish and ignorant people of the righteous path know that the sky of the immortal cultivation world is far higher than they imagined!

"Master Qin, I don't doubt your ability. It's just that the chief of the Absolute Sword Sect is far from an ordinary cultivator. Even if you..."

The black-robed man opposite Qin Wuya seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had some concerns.

The old man next to Qin Wuya, however, was stroking his beard, looking quite pleased.

Since Xiao Wuyou killed the Crimson Demon Lord with his magic sword, everyone in the world knew that the Juejian Sect had produced an unparalleled genius.

But isn’t it the same for his Qin family?

Qin Wuya just glanced at the man in black robe and seemed very interested.

"Don't provoke me. I will meet Xiao Wuyou eventually." Qin Wuya spread his hands: "But, the interesting part should be saved for last."

Qin Wuya looked towards Yingyue City in the distance, and couldn't help feeling happy: "Let me find some other fun things to do in the city first."

The Qin family has been in seclusion for a long time, and only those branches with less talents are sent out to do menial work.

And what Xiao Wuyou destroyed before was one of the branches.

Qin Wuya, as the eldest son of the Qin family, had never traveled far. It was only thanks to the righteous competition that he had the opportunity to come to Yingyue City.

"Mr. Qin, please do as you please. It won't delay anything."

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, then reminded: "If you are in danger, activate the amulet, and the leader of the Hidden Killing Sect will lend you a helping hand."

Afterwards, without any fluctuation of spiritual power, the man in black robe disappeared into the void.

No matter how arrogant Qin Wuya was, he couldn't help but frown when he saw this strange method.

Unable to sense cultivation.

He also has a close relationship with the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

If it weren't for the guarantee from the Qin family's ancestor, Qin Wuya really didn't want to associate with such a weird guy.

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Xiao Wuyou and his group soon arrived at Yingyue Pavilion, the main building of Yingyue City.

Yingyue City was a city built specifically for the righteous competition, and Yingyue Pavilion was naturally built to receive guests from famous and upright sects.

The attic is not very big, but its decoration is low-key and luxurious, with Taoist charm flowing through it. Those who come and go are all from famous and righteous sects in the world of immortal cultivation.

It can be said to be a real fairy pavilion.

However, as more righteous leaders gathered, the atmosphere became more serious. Everyone deliberately pretended to be polite and had a great sense of righteousness, just like the social interaction in the upper class, which was very restrained.

Xiao Wuyou has extraordinary adaptability. Even if he doesn't like it very much, he can still put on the demeanor of a gentleman. Su Lanyu has long been a frequent attendee of righteous gatherings as the Lingbo Fairy, and he doesn't brag either.

But Liu Feiyan and Tushan Momo suffered. One of them was the daughter of a small family, and the other grew up in the forest. How could they bear to be forced to be reserved?

"So boring, why are you talking so fancy? Can't you just start fighting?"

"Master, I'm hungry!"

"Well, how about you go for a walk in the city first? Come back in the evening." In his previous life, Xiao Wuyou was often dragged out by his family to socialize. He completely understood their troubles and naturally would not force them.

In fact, he was not very willing to engage in these superficial social activities, but as the chief of the Juejian Sect, he still had to at least meet with the other three major sects to avoid being impolite.

However, thinking back to the doomsday scene in the prophecy, Xiao Wuyou still felt uneasy.

"Young Master, can that body-protecting sword energy be given to Yan'er and Momo together?" Xiao Wuyou asked the Young Master via voice transmission.

"Yes. But she didn't enter the Dao through sword, so the effect will not be as good as giving it to you." The young master also closed his mouth and sent a message back.

"No problem."

"Then we'll go first!" Liu Feiyan was overjoyed when she saw this. She was about to run out with Momo, but was stopped by the little master's hand.

"What's the matter? Yue'er is leaving too?" Liu Feiyan was a little surprised.

"It's okay. Be careful on the road." In just a moment, the young master placed protective sword energy on each of them and withdrew his hand.

Liu Feiyan was a little confused, but before she could figure it out, she was dragged out by Tu Shan Momo who was already impatient.

Xiao Wuyou also separated from the main group and followed the elders and true disciples. While smiling and responding to the greetings from the righteous monks along the way, he came to the reception room on the top of Yingyue Pavilion under the guidance of several maids.

The decoration of the reception room is slightly more luxurious than the outside. Although the main body is made of mysterious sandalwood without too much decoration, the backs of the four main seats in the room are reflected with the symbols of the four major sects.

A golden palm, a dragon pattern, medicinal herbs and an alchemy furnace, as well as the divine sword emblem formed by seven swords interwoven together.

That is a seat that only the four sect leaders are qualified to sit on.

An old but serene and Zen-like monk, an imposing and domineering middle-aged monk with two dragons entangled in his body, and a gentle woman with long hair of five colors have already sat on it.

"Tsk, what a trouble..." Jiang Zuimeng muttered as he walked over reluctantly.

Hey, you are the leader and you deserve it!

Since it was none of his business, Xiao Wuyou didn't pay much attention to the four sect leaders. Instead, he took a quick glance, looking for familiar faces.

In such occasions, the sect leader talks to the sect leader, the chief talks to the chief, and Xiao Wuyou has his own tasks.

"Senior Brother Xiao!" Zhang Caiwei, who had just parted, walked forward with a smile and bowed.

Su Lanyu immediately stood behind Xiao Wuyou with some caution.

"Brother Xiao! Long time no see!" Ouyang Jing, who was standing by, also came over and greeted him in a friendly manner.

Xiao Wuyou was about to return the gift, but was stunned.

Ouyang Jing was like a completely different person compared to last time. His breathing was disordered, his steps were unsteady, and his face was much paler.

It gives people a feeling of kidney deficiency.

"Brother Ouyang, what's this?"

"Don't mention it." Ouyang Jing shook his feather fan helplessly, "Brother Xiao, I'm afraid this righteous competition is not as simple as we imagined."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Wuyou deliberately frowned to express his respect for his good brother, but he did not forget to complain in his heart, Brother, this sentence should actually be said by me.

"A few days ago, an unidentified cultivator injured a disciple of my Spirit Beast Manor and said he wanted to challenge me. I accepted the challenge, but unexpectedly, the man had the blood of the Azure Dragon!" When Ouyang Jing said this, a bitter taste appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even without asking, Xiao Wuyou knew the result.

But after hearing this, Xiao Wuyou and Su Lanyu looked at each other and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

The hybrid of human and dragon would not be able to withstand the large amount of spiritual power of the same attribute as an aid to tempering the body if it is not controlled by a magical artifact.

What's more, Qinglong is not a descendant of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, but a race that has long been extinct in history.

Originally, Xiao Wuyou thought that he only needed to compete with a few acquaintances, but now it seems that there may be other strong people eyeing the first place in the righteous competition.

Chapter 15 Rules Changes

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"Speaking of which, where is Cihui?" Xiao Wuyou noticed that all the members of the Vajra Gate had arrived, but the noisy guy was nowhere to be seen.

"have no idea......"

Ouyang Jing was about to say a few more words when an angry shout came from the other side.

"What a joke! The rules set by our ancestors cannot be changed casually!"

The Great Elder stood in front of the four sect leaders, his eyes gloomy, the swords on his body scattered unexpectedly, and it was obvious that he was angry.

But Jiang Zuimeng huddled to one side with a troubled and distressed expression.

"Ouyang Jiulong, are you afraid that we, Xiao Wuyou, will seize your Lingshou Manor's position as the most righteous man in the world, so you talk nonsense?" The Great Elder pointed at the leader of Lingshou Manor, Ouyang Jiulong, and asked bluntly.

But Ouyang Jiulong, as his name suggests, is no ordinary person. He is not afraid of the Great Elder's sword intent at all. The two dragons on his body glare at him, exuding the pressure of real dragons, even slightly overshadowing the Great Elder.

"Fan Rong, don't cling to your position as the most righteous person in the world." Ouyang Jiulong glanced at Xiao Wuyou with an unhappy look: "It's all your Juejian Sect that caused the trouble. Killing Li Xueyao caused the demon sect to take crazy revenge on us!"

"This..." The Great Elder fell silent for a moment.

As Ouyang Jiulong said, Xiao Wuyou killed Li Xueyao and stole the limelight.

But how could the remaining six sects of the evil sect let it go? They launched a crazy revenge.

Can’t defeat Juejian Sect, can’t defeat other weak disciples?

The Juejian Sect was immersed in the glory of Xiao Wuyou's fame in one battle and did not care about the losses, but the other sects that were caught in the crossfire naturally cried out for injustice.

Logically speaking, such a large-scale action against the leader of a sect should have been notified to other sects.