destiny eternal calamity

It was already dinnertime.

Since Li Wei transmigrated to this era last night, he has been relentlessly pursued by Shi Potian, and then flew for half a day on the Black Water Serpent.

I haven't eaten for almost a day.

He had not yet achieved the state of fasting, and the battle last night had taken a heavy toll on him; he was also injured and bleeding.

Although he was able to recover from his injuries using the "Return to Nothingness" technique, this method consumed a lot of energy, leaving him extremely hungry.

So let's eat first.

Upon entering the second floor from the left, Li Wei discovered that the human dining area occupied only a small portion of the jade building.

The main function of this place was as a pharmacy and clinic in Kunlun.

The food here is mostly provided by the Xuanyuan Tribe Alliance.

Correspondingly, any tribe that wants to send its children to Kunlun must pay some "tuition fees" to the Xuanyuan Tribal Alliance, regardless of whether they pass the assessment.

This has led to the current Human Emperor Ji Yuanhong practically becoming Kunlun's spokesperson among the human race.

Li Wei sneaked in disguised as a descended immortal, which is why he bypassed these procedures.

The food in this "canteen" cannot be chosen by the individual; it is pre-prepared and placed in a large wooden bowl.

Fortunately, it wasn't bad.

The mask Li Wei made didn't cover his mouth, so it didn't affect his ability to eat.

After finishing dinner, he was about to leave the second floor when he suddenly saw a familiar figure on the second floor.

"Zhao Yuqing!"

Li Wei raised an eyebrow.

He suddenly remembered what Senior Sister Yan had told him before, that her master suspected the Heavenly Maiden was the same person reincarnating repeatedly.

He had previously considered searching for the Celestial Maiden in this ancient era in order to uncover the secrets of the Celestial Maiden and the Demon Tomb, but he never expected their encounter to be so sudden.

Indeed, fate is truly wondrous.

But how do I get close to her?

As he pondered, he stood there for a long time.

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Are you Brother Wei, who just arrived today?"

"Yes, I am Wei Li," Li Wei said, looking at the tall man in front of him.

He himself is 1.8 meters tall, which is not considered short in this world, but the average height of people on Kunlun Mountain is 1.85 meters.

It's possible that each tribe sent their strongest members over.

"My name is Yang Xiao, nice to meet you!"

"Hello!" Since one doesn't hit a smiling face, Li Wei naturally responded politely.

"Brother Wei, are you admiring a beauty?" Yang Xiao said with a smile.

Li Wei pretended to blush and remained silent, playing the role of an innocent young man.

"Just look at her, don't go up and talk to her. She is Zhong Kuiying, the adopted daughter of the Palace Master, and she has demon guards by her side."

Yang Xiao kindly reminded him.

Judging from his tone, it was clear that someone had stepped on this landmine before.

This was because at that time, the human race did not have a scientific concept of cultivation, and only believed that those who were physically strong had higher martial arts talent.

Under this ideology, the disciples sent by various tribes to Kunlun to practice martial arts were almost all men, and the occasional woman was a burly, tomboyish woman.

This view may not be wrong, because the "Qi Strength Realm" cultivation method lacks the step-by-step training of muscles and bones and breaking through the blockage of Qi channels. Naturally, people with stronger innate Qi and blood are more likely to generate true Qi.

It was just tough on the young and vigorous human boys and girls on Kunlun Mountain.

Surrounded by a bunch of muscular hunks every day, it's already quite remarkable that he can maintain his sexual orientation.

In this situation, even the female demons of Kunlun Mountain became their targets.

However, in this era where the demon race enslaves the human race, even in Kunlun, the demon race generally looks down on the human race, so very few can actually catch up.

Zhong Kuiying was not only extremely beautiful, but also of very high status, so she was naturally highly sought after by the disciples of Kunlun.

It must be that someone had tried to harass her earlier, but was driven away by her guards.

That's why Yang Xiao reminded Li Wei.

[The Shadow of the Sunflower!] Li Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Since he started practicing martial arts, his memory had become exceptionally good, so of course he wouldn't forget the things Zhao Yuqing said in her sleep when she was injured—

"Zhong Kui Yaohua, I don't want to die! I am Zhong Kui Ying, not Ji Ling'er..."

Therefore, this woman who looks very much like Zhao Yuqing is most likely one of her past lives.

Is Zhongkui Yaohua the name of the Queen Mother of the West?

Yang Xiao said that Zhong Kuiying was the adopted daughter of the Queen Mother of the West, and since they shared the same surname, it made sense.

"Brother Yang, I'd like to ask, has the Palace Master ever taken on any personal disciples before?" Li Wei suddenly asked, snapping out of his reverie.

"No... I've never heard of it, at least not right now."

Yang Xiao found the question asked by this young man, Wei, quite strange. A personal disciple? What a novel way to put it.

Aren't they all disciples of the Palace Master?

Is there a difference between direct and indirect instruction?

After receiving the answer, Li Wei thought for a moment and then went up to the second floor.

"Hey? Brother Wei, don't be foolish, you'll be expelled from Kunlun!"

Hearing Yang Xiao's whispered advice from behind, Li Wei simply waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't worry, and continued walking forward.

Yang Xiao never expected that this young man would be so infatuated with beauty that he would forget about his future in martial arts.

All they could do was sigh and stand there to see what would happen next.

Several disciples who had finished their meal and were about to leave stopped to watch the spectacle.

Li Wei walked up step by step.

Judging from the special treatment he received, the Queen Mother of the West must have spoken with the more direct descendants of the demon race.

Therefore, he was not worried at all that these demon guards would disrespect him.

However, figuring out how to get along with Zhong Kuiying is a challenge.

Zhao Yuqing has a straightforward and generous personality, but the personalities of each generation of celestial maidens are different.

Zhong Kuiying's personality may not be as easy to get along with as Zhao Yuqing's.

"Your Highness Ying! Hello... My name is Wei Li, and I am the Palace Master's newly accepted personal disciple."

Li Wei suddenly realized that he was stuttering a bit. Only then did he realize that this was probably the first time he had ever taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with a strange woman for no apparent reason.

Even with Zhao Yuqing, he first tried to become her subordinate before gradually getting to know her.

Zhong Kuiying was concentrating on examining the medicinal herbs when she suddenly heard a man's voice, which startled her.

Why didn't those demon guards stop him?

Thinking this to herself, Zhong Kuiying did not show any anger. She simply raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her who claimed to be her mother's personal disciple.

The boy in front of her was wearing a very ordinary Kunlun human disciple's uniform. He didn't look thin or strong, but he gave her a feeling that he contained endless explosive power.

Looking upwards, his face was covered with a comical tree bark mask.

"A personal disciple? When did Mother accept you as her disciple? How come I didn't know?"

Zhong Kuiying asked with a questioning look on her face.

"Please take a look, Your Highness." Li Wei dared to approach her, naturally because he had something to convince her.

He activated the "Return to Nothingness" technique, and a strange power of qi and blood emanated from his body.

Zhong Kuiying's expression changed instantly.

Her mother had been teaching her this technique for five years, but she still hadn't mastered it.

The young man before me was able to wield it with such ease and fluency, as if it were second nature.

If he wasn't his mother's personal disciple, what else could he be?