Miss Demon Lord will never surrender to the Saint

"Hiss..." Qian Lie suddenly shuddered, "I always feel like someone is trying to harm me."

"There are so many people who want to harm you. The fake target at home might be you." Hearing Qian Lie's words, Qian Lin rolled his eyes in a very unpresentable manner, "You are the eldest son of the Qian family, you are very hated."

As he spoke, Qian Lin opened the door of the room and walked into the room with Qian Lie and Wen Ling.

In the room, Ye Qiuhan had already prepared a few cups of tea and sat quietly waiting for the guests to arrive.

You know what, Ye Qiuhan's looks are quite impressive when he is in high spirits. Sister Qianxing's small courtyard is not very luxurious, but when Ye Qiuhan sits in this room, it actually makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

After all, where in the world could such a beautiful fairy appear?

"Who is this..." Even Qian Lie's eyes were blank for a moment, "Um, Xiao Lin's senior sister?"

He remembered what Wen Ling had told him before, that Qian Lin came here with his senior sister this time, and Qian Lin's senior sister was a very beautiful black-haired girl.

Well, he shouldn’t be wrong in his guess. This fairy with a stunningly beautiful face is her sister’s senior sister.

"Yes, Ye Qiuhan, taught by Yao Chi himself." Ye Qiuhan responded indifferently, with a cold aura.

Go ahead and act, Qian Lin stared at Ye Qiuhan from the side. Others might not be able to see it, but she saw it clearly, this Ye Qiuhan was just acting.

You're trying to act cool, eh? I'd like to see how long you can keep that up.

When we get down to business later, you will definitely have to show your true colors and demonstrate how valuable your undeveloped brain is.

"Miss Han, we meet again." Wen Ling greeted Ye Qiuhan with a smile.

Ye Qiuhan's attitude towards Wen Ling softened a lot, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "It's really fate."

"Alright, alright, since we already know each other, let's stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Qian Lin interrupted Ye Qiuhan's pretense and changed the topic to the right track, "Brother, your coming-of-age ceremony attracted a lot of demons and monsters."

"That can't be helped. Who made me so outstanding that those demons dare not let me grow up?"

After hearing this, Qian Lin's expression suddenly became strange. He didn't dare to let you grow up. Why are you so thick-skinned?

Qian Lin was too embarrassed to remind his brother that the demon was not targeting him, but him, Qian Lin.

You think that in the eyes of the demons, you are the eldest son of the Qian family, a rising star in the North who must not be allowed to grow up, but in the eyes of Venerable Blood Butterfly, you are my, Qian Lin's elder brother, and my accessory, do you understand?

If you didn't have such an identity, which demon would be so bored as to bother you.

"Your narcissism has become more serious. Can I cure you after the coming-of-age ceremony?" Qian Lin raised his eyebrows.

Countless unpleasant scenes suddenly emerged in Qian Lie's mind. He once thought about letting his sister know how to treat him as her brother, but the result was too unbearable to recall.

From childhood to adulthood, Qian Lie has never defeated Qian Lin. Every time, he would be thrown to the ground and ridden like a horse by his cute and seemingly fragile sister.

It would have been fine if he had just lost the fight, but the most painful thing was that after losing the fight, his father slapped his hands and said that he had actually fought with his sister and was not like a brother should be.

God have mercy on him. Qian Lie is always defeated by his sister. He is the victim, okay!

But his words obviously would not reduce the punishment he received, after all, fighting with his own sister, something he had never done before, was too humiliating.

"Show mercy! Give me some face!" Qian Lie immediately admitted defeat.

This feeling of oppression, the suppression of himself by her smile and frown, is 100% his lovely and strong sister. Compared with a few years ago, it seems that his sister has evolved again.

Before, Qian Lie might have had some thoughts of resistance, but now he has none at all. Qian Lin is like a huge iceberg, pressing him so hard that he can't breathe.

Resist? Forget it, just be a good sister and be her dog.

"What are you going to do with that fake one at home? She might be a very powerful one."

"I'm not very clear about this matter. My father asked me to think of a way to detain her, but I don't know anything else." Qian Lie spread his hands, indicating that he was just a low-level executor.

Even my brother doesn't know the details? Qian Lin showed an understanding expression, so the family should not worry too much.

The fact that the confidentiality measures were so well done shows that the family takes this matter very seriously, so much so that even the next head of the family does not know the specific details.

There is probably no need to worry about Venerable Blood Butterfly, Qian Lin made her judgment, so what she needs to worry about now are the demons mixed in the city.

Oh, by the way, there should be some undercover agents of the evil sect in the Qian family. It would be better to find these guys and deal with them properly.

After listening to Qian Lin's thoughts, Ye Qiuhan touched his chin and asked with some doubt: "The demons hidden in the city may not be so easy to deal with, right?"

The Venerable will handle the matter, but as for the other demons, it will be a big problem to deal with them. The Qian family's main city is now a mixed bag, and there are really too many outsiders. If we search them one by one, those demons will probably have heard the news and fled long ago.

Moreover, doing so would be an extremely huge project for the Qian family. Now there are only a few days left before the coming-of-age ceremony. Where would they find the time to do another investigation?

Furthermore, there are scum within the Qian family who are in collusion with the evil sect. Even if they operate internally, the results of the investigation will not be very credible.

"It's very difficult, but we can't just ignore it." Qian Lin said helplessly. It's very easy for the evil to cause trouble, but it's very difficult for the righteous to prevent it. The difficulty levels on both sides are completely not on the same level.

Nowadays, throwing a brick in the main city of Qian Family can hit several young men and women from the Northern Territory. If the demons suddenly start killing people at this time, the impact will be terrifying.

A lot of people will surely die, and the Qian family’s reputation will become much worse.

The more I think about it, the more headache I get. Isn't there a way to catch all these evildoers in one fell swoop?

"It would be great if we could let them line up and come here to die." Qian Lin sighed, pressing his forehead.

"It's better not to daydream at this time." Ye Qiuhan said, holding her chin, but the next moment, she suddenly realized something.

If she remembered correctly, Qian Lin seemed to have a way to contact the magic sect, right? Those magic sects hiding in the city couldn't have not exchanged information all the time. If we infer according to this idea...

"Don't you know the magic way of communication? Can you use this method to gather them together and kill them all at once?" Ye Qiuhan leaned close to Qian Lin's ear and asked softly.

"In theory, it is possible, but I have no idea where those demons are hiding, nor do I know what method of communication they use." Qian Lin shook his head. It would be great if things were really that simple.

Now she didn't know where those evil spirits were, and she didn't know what methods they used to communicate. The method she used before to trick the undercover agent was completely useless here.

"Time is too tight. Unless we can catch a high-ranking undercover agent of the Demonic Path and dig out all the secrets from him."

If such a thing really happens, it can really be said that God doesn't want the demons to live comfortably.

But... such a thing really happened. Late at night after the first day of the meeting, the invincible Senior Sister Gu Xue sent a message to Ye Qiuhan, saying that she had confirmed the identity of the target, who was a demon, and it seemed that he was a demon of a relatively high status.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiuhan jumped up from the bed, shaking Qian Lin, who was sleeping next to her, off the bed.

Upon further inquiry, it turned out that Senior Sister Gu Xue had already knocked the man unconscious and destroyed his cultivation, and was planning to find a place to squeeze out the last bit of value from him.

Ye Qiuhan quickly asked Senior Sister Gu Xue to stay calm and bring the person over to their side for interrogation together.

"Senior Sister Gu, you are so reliable." Qian Lin, who had just gotten up from the ground, sighed with a complicated expression after listening to the conversation between Ye Qiuhan and Gu Xue.

What does it mean to be a direct disciple of the holy land? Look at Gu Xue, she was able to win when she was alone against two, and now she provided an assist at the most critical moment. If she hadn't died in her previous life, she would definitely have secured the position of the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi.

There was no way such a rookie like Ye Qiuhan would have the chance.

"Qian Lin, come and help me. I'll make some truth serum."

"What is this? You can make something like this?" Qian Lin was confused. When did you, Ye Qiuhan, learn to make such advanced stuff?

132. No need to talk about morality

There are many things in this world that can make people tell the truth involuntarily, but Qian Lin doesn't use these things often. He didn't have the opportunity to use them when he was weak, and there is no need to use them after he becomes stronger.

Moreover, most of these things act on the spiritual consciousness of cultivators, and the difficulty of manufacturing is extremely high. A little trash like Ye Qiuhan definitely does not have the ability to make these things.

"The Saint taught me." Hearing the doubt in Qian Lin's tone, Ye Qiuhan was not vague and immediately brought up the Saint, the great goddess, to maintain order.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it!" Qian Lin's expression changed instantly. The more he doubted Ye Qiuhan just now, the more he believed in the Saint now.

Shengnu, a world-famous brand, is always trustworthy.

"It's a little troublesome. Just do as I say and be careful."

More than ten minutes later, when Gu Xue knocked on the gate of the courtyard carrying a large sack, what she saw was Qian Lin, who was covered in dust and dirt. Her pretty little face was covered with dirt marks here and there. Only her white hair still retained its original brightness.

"You had a fight with Junior Sister Han?" Senior Sister Gu Xue couldn't understand what was going on. Wasn't everything fine when they said goodbye this morning? How did it become like this now?

What kind of image do I have in your mind, Senior Sister Gu? And even if we fight, it wouldn’t turn out like this, right? With Ye Qiuhan’s poor fighting ability, could he beat her into this miserable state?

dream!

"She is preparing to make some truth serum. I didn't expect her method to be so powerful." Qian Lin said to Gu Xue helplessly, "Is the magic here completely free of threat?"

"No, I sneaked up on him and knocked him down before he could use the Blood Escape Technique. I was planning to kill him after asking him some questions, but I went a little too heavy-handed and broke all his meridians." Gu Xue shook her head and spoke rather cruelly in a calm tone.

Turtle, sneak attack and kill instantly, and after killing instantly, shatter the meridians of this demon forever. Even if this demon can survive, he will become a useless person who can't even walk properly.

Might as well be dead.

"Is it the Body Tempering Realm?"

"Early stage of Grandmaster."

Hiss... Qian Lin took a deep breath again. Senior Sister Gu, you are really amazing. In the early stage of the Grandmaster, you can kill people in seconds. It is amazing.

With great admiration for Senior Sister Gu Xue, Qian Lin brought Gu Xue to the place where Ye Qiuhan was preparing the truth serum: the open space at the corner of the courtyard.

It's already late at night, we can't do such shameful things in the room.

"Qian Lin, senior sister, I'm almost ready, please wait for me for a moment." Ye Qiuhan, who was grinding medicine powder with a small pestle, looked up at the two of them, then lowered his head and continued to do his own thing.

There was a sweet smell in the air, which made people's consciousness a little turbulent. It seemed that the truth serum that Ye Qiuhan made on the spur of the moment should have a good effect.

Qian Lin was a little speechless when he thought of Ye Qiuhan's extremely original raw material manufacturing process. God knows why Ye Qiuhan would carry the seeds of these things with him.

When you want to use it, just throw it into the soil and use the wood spirit to catalyze it. The seeds will grow and bear fruit in just a few minutes. The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.

Other wood-type cultivators are not as outrageous as you, right? Qian Lin really wanted to ask this question.

But thinking about Ye Qiuhan's identity, forget it, it's not too outrageous. After all, he is being taught one-on-one by the Saint, so it is normal for him to have some special features.

After dragging Mo Dao, who had become a disabled person, out of the sack, Gu Xue tied him up with a rope and threw him on the ground. She pointed her hand at the unconscious Mo Dao and a ray of cold air hit Mo Dao's face, waking him up from his coma.

The first moment after waking up, Modao let out a low roar like a wild beast. He lay on the ground with a painful look on his face, drops of cold sweat oozing from his face. It seemed that he was enduring terrible pain.

All the meridians in my body were shattered, and the pain was beyond description.

Even the cultivators from the Blood Sea Sect were helpless in the face of this situation. If the damaged area was smaller, they could still use blood spiritual energy to reshape the meridians, but now all the meridians in the body were severed, and the cultivation of this cultivator from the Blood Sea Sect had been completely wasted.

"Your Excellency, why are you..." His eyes fell on Qian Lin. Under the impact of pain, he was a little confused and subconsciously uttered half a sentence.

But the next moment, he immediately realized that the white-haired girl standing here could definitely not be Venerable Blood Butterfly.

Is it the eldest daughter of the Qian family who was targeted by Venerable Blood Butterfly? She actually came back alive?

Wasn't it agreed that the plan to kill her would be foolproof and that the girl would definitely die without a burial place? What was going on?

Modao was stunned. What the Venerable said himself was actually wrong?

"You must be Lord Blood Butterfly's subordinate, right? Tell me everything you know, and maybe I can give you a quick death." Qian Lin squatted in front of Mo Dao and patted his face, which was extremely pale due to the pain. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

"Dream on, I will never betray the Venerable!" Mo Dao replied coldly, "No matter how you torture me, I will never betray the Venerable!"

Is there any torture more painful than having all the meridians in your body broken?

No.

Being able to endure such pain, Modao felt that there was no torture in this world that could make him frown.

If you want to blame someone, just blame yourselves for using your ultimate skill so early! Mo Dao thought to himself.

"Indeed, no torture can be more painful than shattering your meridians, so I don't intend to torture you." Qian Lin said with a smile, "Ye Qiuhan, are you ready?"

Modao suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Qian Lin's expression was not right. There was definitely a big problem!

"What are you going to do!" Mo Dao, who had a resolute look on his face just now, immediately became panicked. He felt that things seemed to be sliding in the direction he least wanted to see.

No, we can’t just sit there and wait for death. Even if we die, we can’t let these people know our plan!

But now he doesn't even have the chance to choose death. He certainly can't commit suicide by self-destructing. There is no poison hidden between his teeth, and there is no way he can commit suicide by biting his tongue.

He could only watch in despair as the beautiful black-haired girl walked towards him with a smile, holding some light pink powder and gently blew the powder onto his face.

A strange fragrance made his thoughts fall into chaos, and now he was completely unable to keep the secret in his heart.

"Oh my god, the smell of this stuff of yours is too strong. It won't have any effect on us too, right?" When Ye Qiuhan blew the powder towards the demon, Qian Lin had already pinched her nose. Even so, she felt a turbulence in her spiritual consciousness.

The effects of the things produced by the Saint are so good that they are a bit too good.

"No, our spiritual sense is strong enough to resist the effect of this powder. Okay, you can ask questions now." Ye Qiuhan said that you should be more confident in the strength of your own spiritual sense. How could the effect of this makeshift gadget be so good that it could make the defense of a generation of Demon Lord collapse.

It can only deal with targets whose spiritual power is below the Grandmaster level.

After this demon's meridians were interrupted by Gu Xue and he lost all his cultivation, his consciousness naturally suffered inevitable damage and fell below the Grandmaster level.

"Okay, Senior Sister Gu, let me ask you questions then?" Qian Lin turned his head and looked at Gu Xue.

The cold Senior Sister Gu nodded, with an expression that showed that she had no objection to anything Qian Lin did.

So it took some time for Qian Lin to dig out a lot of secrets from this demon, but it seemed that due to some other reasons, Qian Lin was unable to obtain any information related to Venerable Blood Butterfly from this demon.