If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"They don't even consider where they're going to get into heat."

"This is a person from Qingquan Peak."

"Is this something you can touch?"

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it carries an undeniable air of dominance.

It's like a fierce tigress protecting her cubs, baring her fangs at a wild beast that has invaded her territory.

Both sides of the corridor.

There were originally quite a few disciples peeking out, ready to watch the show.

At this moment, everyone gasped in shock.

That's Qin Wanzhuang!

The Hehuan Sect is known for its "germaphobe" and "violent swordsman".

No one thought of it.

For a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment nobody.

She actually dared to draw her sword directly at the saintess.

"Qin Wanzhuang..."

When Lin Miaoyin saw who it was, the killing intent in her eyes intensified.

The two have never gotten along.

One cultivates the purest form of swordsmanship, emphasizing directness and ruthlessness.

One cultivates the most feminine and seductive path, emphasizing scheming and intrigue.

They are born with a clash.

"I thought it was someone else."

Lin Miaoyin tidied her slightly disheveled sideburns and let out a sneer.

"So it's that famous 'Stone Woman' from our sect."

"What's wrong?"

"You don't understand the good things about men, but you won't allow others to teach your good-for-nothing junior brother a lesson?"

Or perhaps...

Lin Miaoyin's gaze shifted, and her tone became ambiguous.

"You've taken a liking to this kid?"

"Want to play a simulation game?"

Such foul language is commonplace among the members of the Hehuan Sect.

But for Qin Wanzhuang, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness...

This is practically throwing lime into her eyes.

"Dirty".

Qin Wanzhuang only uttered this one word.

She raised her longsword again, the tip pointing directly at Lin Miaoyin's throat.

The surrounding air temperature rose sharply.

That was her signature move, "Blazing Sun Sword Intent," poised to be unleashed.

"Stop showing that disgusting face of yours."

"Dare to take another step forward."

I'll carve the word "cheap" on your face.

"So that you'll have to wear a veil in public for the rest of your life."

This is Qin Wanzhuang.

He's ruthless and doesn't talk much.

If you can take action, don't just talk nonsense.

Mo Chengyue hid behind Qin Wanzhuang, looking at her not-so-broad but incredibly upright back.

I was so moved I almost burst into tears.

What is this?

This is what security feels like!

From now on, if anyone says that Second Senior Sister is fierce, I'll get angry with them!

"You dare!"

Lin Miaoyin was also provoked to her anger.

Red ribbons fluttered behind her, and a pipa had appeared in her hand without her noticing.

Just as the two female demons were about to tear the airship to pieces.

Lin Miaoyin suddenly remembered something.

She pointed at Mo Chengyue and shouted sharply:

"Qin Wanzhuang, stop pretending to be a good person!"

"This kid smells like that 'fatso'!"

"That pervert who stole my things in the secret realm and even looked at my body!"

"I suspect he's an accomplice!"

"If you protect him, you'll be my sworn enemy!"

This statement came out.

Not only Qin Wanzhuang was stunned.

Even Ye Wushang, Xiao Fan, and the others who were watching were stunned.

All eyes were on Mo Chengyue.

His eyes became extremely strange.

fat man?

Mo Chengyue is so thin he looks like a monkey.

How does he look fat?

Qin Wanzhuang frowned.

She turned around and looked directly at Mo Chengyue for the first time.

She moved closer.

Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly as she took a deep sniff.

Mo Chengyue held his breath, his heart pounding again.

If my second senior sister could smell the pure yang energy, then I'd be truly doomed.

"snort."

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly snorted coldly.

She straightened up, her gaze towards Lin Miaoyin becoming even more disdainful.

I'm watching a crazy old woman who's got a screw loose.

"Are you so desperate for men that you're going crazy?"

"My junior brother is a good-for-nothing who can only run away."

"But he's not that fat yet."

"and……"

Qin Wanzhuang paused, her tone becoming extremely sarcastic.

"With his meager skills..."

"They think they can steal your things?"

"So I can see your body?"

"Are you overestimating him, or underestimating yourself?"

A decisive goal.

The logic is perfectly closed.

In Qin Wanzhuang's eyes, Mo Chengyue was a weakling who needed protection.

It's simply impossible for them to do something so earth-shattering.

This ironically became Mo Chengyue's best cover.

Lin Miaoyin was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

indeed.

That fat man is unpredictable and possesses extraordinary skills.

No matter how you look at it, it's not the timid, inconspicuous person in front of you.

Could it be that I smelled something wrong?

Just when Mo Chengyue thought this was a sure thing...

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly turned around.

She had her back to Lin Miaoyin, but stared intently at Mo Chengyue.

That face, which was originally cold and beautiful.

But at this moment, it is filled with a different kind of eerie chill.

She leaned close to Mo Chengyue's ear.

He spoke through gritted teeth in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Although it doesn't taste like that fat guy's."

"but……"

Why do you smell like that 'seductive vixen'?

"And it's so concentrated..."

"Are they all marinated well?"

Mo Chengyue froze.

The smile froze on his face.

"We've arrived at our destination."

I'm going to throw you into boiling water and boil you three times.

"If we don't wash this stench off..."

"I'll peel your skin off and wash it."

Mo Chengyue's vision went black.

Emerging from the wolf's den, only to fall into the tiger's lair.

I can't live like this anymore!

Just as this "battleground" was about to escalate into a "murder case".

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

The dull and desolate sound of war drums.

Suddenly, it rolled in from the horizon.

The sound was extremely loud.

It pierced through the airship's protective array and exploded directly in everyone's hearts.

The shock made people's blood boil.

Even powerful figures like Qin Wanzhuang and Lin Miaoyin had to temporarily suppress their auras and look out the window.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Sect Master Jiang Wei's incomparably majestic voice instantly resounded throughout the entire flying ship.

It carried an undeniable pressure from the Nascent Soul stage.

This immediately calmed the tense atmosphere in the corridor.

"Arrived at the rendezvous point."

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get on the deck!"

"Prepare to welcome our allies!"

ally?

Mo Chengyue's heart stirred.

He seized the opportunity to slip away from Qin Wanzhuang's deathly gaze and dashed onto the deck.

It had just begun to emerge.

He was so shocked by the sight before him that he was speechless.

In the distance, the clouds were torn apart by a violent force.

Three enormous fleets.

Centered on this point, it emerges from the clouds in a triangular shape.

Cover the sky.

The demonic energy was overwhelming.

The fleet on the left is the most sinister.

None of the flying boats are made of wood.

It was actually pieced together from the bones of some enormous monster.

The pale white bone boat was covered with eerie blue lanterns.

From a distance, it appears as a River Styx flowing through the air.

The disciples on the boat were all as pale as paper, with coffins or soul-summoning banners on their backs.

That's the Xuan Yin Sect.

A group of madmen who spend all their time dealing with corpses and ghosts.

They are also the largest "corpse supplier" of the Hehuan Sect.

The fleet on the right was a blinding crimson.

Each warship looked as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.

The bow of the ship was a huge, blood-red scimitar, exuding a nauseating stench of blood.

Most of the monks on the ship were shirtless, their muscles bulging.

Each person was carrying a giant sword the size of a door.

Even from a great distance, you could feel that overwhelming murderous aura.

Blood River Cult.

A bunch of warmongers who only know how to kill people and whose brains are full of muscles.

And the fleet in the very center.

The most domineering.

The ships were all black and enormous, even larger than those belonging to the Hehuan Sect.

Black demonic flames burned on the ship's hull.

The disciples standing at the bow of the ship were all dressed in standard black armor, their discipline as strict as that of an ordinary army.

They lacked the eeriness of the Xuan Yin Sect and the frenzy of the Blood Blade Sect.

There was only a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Heavenly Demon Cult.

The leader of the six sects of the demonic path.

A true behemoth.

"Is this the gathering of demonic forces...?"

Mo Chengyue huddled in the crowd.

Looking at this overwhelming army of demons.

I just felt a chill run down my spine.