Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

The Valley Master of Evil Valley laughed loudly and said smugly, "Brother Yue, this is what they call 'a wise man submits to circumstances.' Your righteous martial arts world can't tolerate him, but our Evil Valley doesn't mind."

Peng Shan recalled how the spies she had planted in the Alliance Leader's Mansion in conjunction with the Dream Eater Sect had been completely eradicated some time ago. Now, looking at the group of martial arts alliance members who were surrounded...

The once aloof and hypocritical martial arts alliance looked like a bunch of drowned rats, and she felt extremely pleased: "That's right, the martial arts alliance is full of charlatans, especially you, Lin Weiqu, and the Sword Forging Manor is the first to bear the brunt!"

Lin Weiqu remained unmoved and paid no attention to her accusations.

The martial arts alliance had previously undergone a purge, with those harboring ill intentions expelled from the alliance leader's residence. Everyone knows the truth for themselves, and no one was affected by Peng Shan's words.

"Young Master Lin, rest assured, we will not believe her!" the leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect said solemnly.

The Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion also said, "That's right, Young Hero Lin, and your five junior brothers and sisters, everyone has seen what the Sword Forging Manor has done."

With fewer opportunists leaving the martial arts alliance, more and more voices are joining in.

After the leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect finished speaking, he turned to Peng Shan and said with extreme disappointment, "Peng Shan, if I had known you were like this, Alliance Leader Du should never have agreed to let you enter the Alliance Leader's Mansion in the first place!"

"Ha! What utter nonsense and hypocrisy! You only allowed me to join for the sake of a good reputation, to show the grandeur and inclusiveness of your Alliance Leader's Mansion. I have never been given any important responsibilities since joining the Alliance Leader's Mansion." The more Peng Shan spoke, the more convinced she became of the truth, her pretty features filled with smugness.

When Peng Shan first entered the Alliance Leader's Mansion, the leader of the Dunjia Sect still treated her with some kindness, but now he was filled with sorrow: "I didn't see you clearly. I thought you were just a little arrogant, but I didn't expect that you were bad from the bottom of your heart."

"It's because you don't value me. The entire Sword Forging Manor is in cahoots with each other, full of hypocrites. Of course, I have to find another way." Peng Shan still didn't think she was wrong.

When Peng Shan met the Grand Protector of the Ten Thousand Poisons Hall outside the Alliance Leader's Mansion last time, she was shocked to realize that she had made the wrong choice from the start.

The Great Protector of the Ten Thousand Poisons Hall made a lot of sense; it was exactly what she thought. Lin Weiqu, Qiao Yanyin, and even the Sword Casting Manor were all hypocrites in the storybooks, wearing masks.

It's not a good thing for the Alliance Leader's Mansion to cooperate with such a person.

"Stop talking nonsense, Alliance Leader Du, you've been sitting on this position of martial arts alliance leader for long enough!" Yue Changhai unleashed his Iron Sand Palm at Chu Zhuo, who was the youngest and easiest to bully.

Chu Zhuo swung his sword to defend, having mastered the Wind and Cloud Nine Heavens Technique to the sixth level, his aura instantly slicing through Yue Changhai's palm wind.

Yue Changhai dodged to the side, but was hit by the sharp shockwave, stumbled backward, and his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

Ying Ming's eyes darkened, and a hidden weapon flew from his fingers, instantly piercing Yue Changhai's thigh.

Yue Changhai screamed in agony, pulling out his throwing knife, blood gushing from his wound. He said hatefully, "Just you wait!"

A fierce battle is about to break out.

Fan Moyun took the lead and charged to the very front.

The other members of the sect gripped their longswords and thrust them at the cult members.

The cultists initially lacked confidence, but as the fighting progressed, they discovered that the disciples of the various sects followed essentially the same style of combat, unlike the diverse array of other techniques. Their moves were unified, all originating from the Alliance Leader's Mansion...

Oh no, this is a trap!

Their steps were synchronized, seemingly chaotic, yet orderly and methodical.

This is... some kind of formation from the Dunjia School?

The elders of the Nine Nether Sect immediately realized the problem.

The Illusionary Puppet Pavilion has been exposed; the messenger was actually an imposter from the Alliance Leader's Mansion!

The disciples below were all from the Alliance Leader's Mansion.

The Great Protector of the Ten Thousand Poisons Hall gradually lost his smile, his expression turning solemn. He subtly retreated, moving away from the main battlefield.

Unexpectedly, a knife was thrust at his waist the next moment.

"...Your Excellency, I am merely a messenger." The Great Protector of the Ten Thousand Poisons Hall remained motionless, speaking in a friendly manner, while glancing back with his eyes and swiftly scattering poison powder at the man.

The smug smile in his heart froze after he turned around. The man's mouth and nose were covered with a black cloth, clearly he was prepared. The Great Protector felt a chill in his heart and used the Phantom Step to fight the masked man.

Received incorrect information, the ambush failed, and the cult was caught off guard.

The Grand Protector of the Ten Thousand Poisons Hall, severely injured, glared fiercely and reached out to grab Peng Shan, who was closest to him, to shield himself from an attack.

Peng Shan suffered internal organ damage, experienced sudden pain all over her body, vomited blood, and staggered to the ground, her face filled with disbelief: "Huang... Huang Kang, why... I was with you..."

"Who's with you?" Huang Kang wiped his mouth and sneered, "I'm no saint. When disaster strikes, everyone flees for their own lives. You believe whatever you hear, you idiot! No wonder you were driven out of the Martial Alliance."

Peng Shan's eyes widened, her anger surging, her chest burning with rage. She coughed up blood repeatedly, raising her arms and screaming helplessly, "Ah...you lied to me...I was too naive..."

Chu Zhuo moved closer unnoticed during their exchange of blows. Upon hearing this, he immediately said coldly, "Don't insult the word 'simple.' Others' deep understanding of righteousness is hypocrisy, but for you, joining a cult because things don't go your way is considered simple-minded? The truly hypocritical one is you, Peng Shan, self-righteous and narrow-minded. You think too highly of yourself!"

"No...no, I was just too naive...I...I don't want to die...I am the daughter of the Lord of Nightfall City...please save me, I'll have my father reward you..." Peng Shan's expression changed slightly, she was in pain and regret, but a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes.

Once she returns to Nightfall City, she will make her pay back for the humiliation she suffered tenfold!

Ren Fengping narrowed his eyes, noticing the malice in her gaze. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, Peng Shan's chest trembled, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth. In the end, she closed her eyes in despair, her breath fading away.

"Is Junior Brother alright?" Ren Fengping asked.

Chu Zhu shook his head, casting a reassuring glance from a few steps away: "I'm fine, Fifth Senior Brother, don't get distracted."

Ren Fengping flipped his wrist over the longsword, gripped the hilt with his other hand, and thrust it backward with a soft thud—precisely piercing the attacker from behind.

Huang Kang's eyes were filled with resentment and malice as he collapsed to the ground, dying a tragic death.

The two brothers exchanged a smile and continued fighting the enemy.

On the other side, Yue Changhai tried to shatter Fan Moyun's martial arts moves with his Iron Sand Palm, but Fan Moyun severed all his meridians, leaving him lying in a pool of blood like a corpse.

Fan Moyun brushed aside the strand of hair that had accidentally gotten into his mouth: "You're still too green to sneak up on your grandpa!"

Qiao Yanyin's eyes were filled with relief: "Third Junior Brother has finally learned his lesson."

Fan Moyun: "..."

Fan Moyun's cheeks flushed slightly: "Second Senior Sister, please don't tease me."

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After the chaotic battle ended, the cult was severely weakened.

Ying Ming pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the bloodstains from Chu Zhuo's face and neck.

Chu Zhuo didn't move, resting her face on her hand and letting him wipe it.

Guan Shuangge was closest and was about to rush to her junior brother's side when she noticed Ying Ming and Chu Zhu standing close together, causing her to hesitate slightly.

wrong.

These two words floated through Guan Shuangge's mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he subconsciously glanced around. To his left, a young couple of martial arts heroes were embracing and comforting each other. Then, to his right, diagonally in front of him, the wife of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect was tidying his clothes.

The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and his wife were a renowned couple in the martial arts world. They were a loving couple, and the leader's wife was skilled in martial arts and participated in this battle against the evil cult.

Hmm, this scene looks familiar.

Guan Shuangge slowly shifted her gaze back to her junior brother and the Shadow Sect Master, and a certain thread suddenly connected in her mind.

She suddenly gasped for breath.

No way?

Qiao Yanyin walked over a few steps later, and upon hearing her fourth junior sister's seemingly sighing tone, she placed her hand on her shoulder, showing concern: "Shuangge? Are you injured?"

"No..." Guan Shuangge mechanically shook her body, swallowing hard as her throat tightened. "Second Senior Sister, I think... I've discovered some secret?"

Why the questioning tone?

Seeing that she was alright, Qiao Yanyin felt relieved and turned her gaze to her junior brother... and Luan Yingming.

Sect Leader Luan wiped his junior brother's sweat, they looked very close. No problem, isn't this how they usually get along?

Although the scene was a bit too intimate, exceeding what she usually saw...

Wait, if that were all, Fourth Junior Sister wouldn't be making such a fuss.

Breaking free from her previous preconceived notions, Qiao Yanyin's mind went blank for a moment, and she seemed to understand what her fourth junior sister meant by the secret.

My junior brother has been kidnapped?

Lin Weiqu arrived third and found his two junior sisters standing still. He asked curiously, "What's wrong with you two?"

Qiao Yanyin paused for a moment, then turned and said, "Senior Brother, Xiao Liu has something going on."

Lin Weiqu gazed at the two men a few feet away.

Three gazes converged, like a gaping hole being punched in their bodies. How could Chu Zhuo and Ying Ming, who were caught in the middle, not notice?

Chu Zhu blinked: "It's not clean yet?"

Ying Ming let out a soft, slow laugh, gently pinched his chin, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "When we get back to the Five Halls for the joint trial, we'll naturally have to clean Zhuo Bao even more thoroughly."

They were standing very close, and from Lin Weiqu's perspective, it looked like they were kissing.

Lin Weiqu: "..."