After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Qing Yueqiu stood there for a moment, then began to talk to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

"Master, he is definitely not what you think... He has an important mission for the sect, which is related to the friendly alliance between the two sects. Yue Qiu, don't think too much about it."

"Yes, that's it."

Qing Yueqiu patted her cheeks, trying desperately to banish those blasphemous images of her master from her mind, but for some reason, the more she tried not to let her imagination run wild, the more those unclean images of her blasphemous imagery burst out of her mind.

The white clothes on Master's body were stripped off layer by layer by countless pairs of delicate hands with painted nails, and his spotless and handsome face was covered with several lipstick marks in an instant.

The blasphemous water stains tainted the good smell of Master...

"Damn it, what on earth am I thinking?!"

Qing Yueqiu angrily swung her sword to cut through the clouds in front of her. She took one last look in the direction of the Yin-Yang Holy Land, then flew towards Xuanyuan City on her sword.

She had to dispel the chaotic and uneasy thoughts in her mind and to mourn her own heart with a wholehearted killing spree.

……

……

"Miss Hanqiu, you killed three Nascent Soul-level monsters in less than two hours. You are truly amazing.

However, it would be better if you could control the rhythm during the fight and not kill the monsters quickly every time.

If you want the audience to willingly take out their spirit stones, you can’t let a competition be without suspense. Only when the two sides are evenly matched can gamblers easily get carried away…”

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't like to hear this."

Qing Yueqiu slowly wiped the blood off the blade, making the cold light of the magic sword shine again, dazzling the waiter's eyes.

Listening to the cold voice, the waiter felt as if a sword was placed on his neck, and had the illusion that he would be beheaded if he uttered one more word.

He quickly took a step back and bowed to Qing Yueqiu to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hanqiu, I made this suggestion so that you can get more share."

"This is also nonsense. I don't like to hear this."

After Qing Yueqiu finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

"If there are no monsters for me to kill tonight, I will leave first."

“Wait, Miss Hanqiu…I came here this time to inform you that there will be an even bigger fight later.

We want to arrange a very strong opponent for you in the next fight in the arena. Because of this, your life may be in danger. You need to sign a life and death agreement before the fight can begin. Of course, you will also receive a much more generous reward than before."

Qing Yueqiu didn't care about the reward the waiter mentioned. She only cared about how powerful her opponent was and how much killing power he could nourish her.

"What level of monster is he?"

"It's not a demon beast, it's a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator."

Qing Yueqiu's fingertips trembled, and she asked, "Besides fighting monsters, can you fight humans in your Colosseum?"

“Yes, because the battle between monks is the most exciting, the outcome is uncertain, and the audience is more willing to gamble in the duel.

And as for the demon cultivators... killing them is fine, it can be considered as getting rid of harm to the world, right? At least let them make use of their remaining energy before they die."

"..."

Qingyueqiu was silent.

She finally understood what the darkness Bei Lingyin mentioned was. It was something deeper than blood and lust.

It can turn righteous disciples into demons in human skin.

Chapter 226: The Fall of the Sword Master and Disciple (Two in One)

In the Saint's bedroom.

When Shang Miaoyan saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night stepping into her room again, she could not hide the joy on her charming face.

As the saint of the Yin-Yang Holy Land, she should be the most charming woman in the world, and her every glance and smile should be enough to captivate everyone.

But in front of Pei Yuhan, she was as shy and lovely as a pure young girl. If outsiders saw her, they would be shocked.

"Xiao Han, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a whole day. When I asked Jiu to call you during the day, you didn't come. Do you know how sad Miao Yan was?"

Shang Miaoyan chattered on and on to her beloved like a little girl, sharing the trivialities of her day's life.

Especially the elders' hall in her sect. Every time Shang Miaoyan mentioned this name, she would show undisguised disgust on her face, and then rebuke these old antiques and old hags...

"I'm not interested in your sect's gossip."

When Shang Miaoyan was getting into the middle of her scolding, Pei Yuhan suddenly interrupted her in an "unromantic" way.

But Shang Miaoyan was not angry. She stepped on the blanket with her bare feet and walked forward personally, like Pei Yuhan's virtuous wife, and gently changed his coat and shoes for him. She looked so busy that it didn't look like she was a noble saint at all.

"Since Xiaohan is not interested in our sect's affairs, let's talk about things around us~"

"How is it? Is the secret recipe of the Yin-Yang Holy Land that I gave you very effective? Sister Li Yuan should not be as miserable as before.

If Sister Liyuan is still too weak after using these methods... then Miaoyan can only advise Xiaohan to find another Taoist partner."

When Shang Miaoyan said this, she blinked at Pei Yuhan.

It seemed to be saying that if Xiaohan was looking for a Taoist partner again, he must look at the beauty in front of him.

"Shang Miaoyan, I've told you many times that you are not allowed to make fun of Li Yuan!"

"As for Li Yuan's treatment progress... that has nothing to do with you. It's not something you should worry about. My Taoist partner, I will take good care of her myself."

After taking and practicing the elixirs and secret techniques given by Shang Miaoyan, Ye Liyuan did make significant progress. At least she was no longer as overly sensitive as before, unable to last even for an incense stick of time.

But even if there is improvement...it is still far inferior to Shang Miaoyan.

Pei Yuhan understood that Shang Miaoyan naturally knew this as well. Her condolences to Li Yuan were nothing more than an expression of her sense of superiority.

Anyway, he is not really thinking about Li Yuan.

Pei Yuhan naturally didn't bother to pay attention to her little trick of praising openly and criticizing secretly.

But Pei Yuhan's silence already expressed his attitude.

Shang Miaoyan's smile became even wider. She took Pei Yuhan's hand and pulled him towards the bed covered by curtains.

"Tsk, how can it have nothing to do with me? The contract that Xiaohan and I signed clearly stated that after we become Taoist companions, we would stop having secret meetings.

You don't tell me the details of Ye Liyuan's situation, do you not want to end this underground lover relationship with Miaoyan?"

Shang Miaoyan helped Pei Yuhan lie down on her soft bed.

After Pei Yuhan lay down, he could smell the refreshing scent of Shang Miaoyan all over the bed. The scent rushed into his nostrils. With only a few dim candles in the dormitory, the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere made him feel a little sleepy for some reason.

Obviously, he should be feeling disgust and resistance towards Shang Miaoyan now...Why, why is his resistance towards Shang Miaoyan becoming less and less?

I seem to have become accustomed to the scent and body temperature of this woman.

……

The hazy light scattered by the colorful crystal lamps covered the Colosseum like a veil. The entire audience was boiling like a frying pan under the stimulation of the charming voice of the beautiful host.

Complex smells such as alcohol and blood stimulate the audience's hormones, making them shout the loudest and vent their animal desires wantonly.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the field was almost created, the beautiful host began to introduce the finale event of the Colosseum tonight.

"Fellow Daoists, let us invite Han Qiu, the star gladiator of Xuanyuan Dark City recently!"

"Her opponent is a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator from the Jiuyou Sect, named Yin Xiangzhen! Although this person has a low talent and only has the talent of mixed spiritual roots, he is already blessed by heaven to be able to embark on the path of cultivation.

But he has a cruel and greedy personality, and even joined the Nine Nether Sect to refine the souls of others to nourish his own path. It is said that when he broke through the Nascent Soul stage, he refined a town with a population of tens of thousands with his Soul Refining Banner. His blood debt is enormous!"

Countless viewers listened to the introduction of the beautiful host and angrily denounced the evil monk for not being a good son and doing such a heinous thing!

However, although they said that they hated the demon monk, they had already decided in their hearts to place their bets on him this time.

After all, the cultivation methods of the demonic cultivators are not about long-term pursuit of immortality, and are often treacherous and extremely deadly. Among cultivators of the same level, they are often stronger than the righteous cultivators.

Generally speaking, gambling games involving the appearance of demonic monks are often favorable games, and betting on them will generally not result in a loss.

The beautiful host looked at the crazy amount of spiritual stones accumulated in the prize pool, and her smile became even wider. She continued to introduce:

“The strength of Yin Xiangzhen is naturally not to be underestimated. Just to capture him, my Dao Sect dispatched three Nascent Soul masters.

This is undoubtedly a huge challenge for our fellow Daoist Han Qiu. It is really hard to know who will win until the last moment."

"so--!!"

"Please, fellow Taoists, donate real gold and silver spirit stones to the side you favor!"

Following the order from the beautiful host.

On both sides of the blood-stained arena, there was a clicking sound of mechanisms operating.

As the two cold iron fences were raised, the ring competition officially began.

Qing Yueqiu walked out of the dust and fog, holding the Liuying Sword tightly. His scarlet eyes beneath the mask flashed with fierce murderous intent, and he locked his eyes on the pale man coming out of the opposite passage.

According to the master's teachings, the soul cultivators of the Jiuyou Sect are treacherous and the most difficult to deal with. The longer the time drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for you. Once the opponent sees through their moves, it will be easy for something unexpected to happen.

When Qing Yueqiu thought of this, his proud legs were filled with spiritual energy, and he instantly burst out with strength, turning into a residual shadow and rushing forward.

She had to fight quickly! This time, she had to finish the competition early and go back. She couldn't be late for the master's morning class again!

……

"Shang Miaoyan, let's make this quick. I need to go back quickly tonight."

Pei Yuhan slapped away Shang Miaoyan's fingertips that were constantly drawing on his chest, signaling her to stop doing such fancy things. He wanted to finish work early and go home to be with Li Yuan.

"Miao Yan can't do it. After all, I'm not a soft girl like Ye Liyuan. I can't do it faster even if I want to."

"If Xiaohan really wants this to end quickly, why don't you take the initiative and let me be satisfied and admit defeat sooner~"

Shang Miaoyan blinked playfully, then hooked her finger at Pei Yuhan.

That provocative look was so tempting that Pei Yuhan cursed inwardly:

"Don't be so shameless, you evil girl! As a saint of a sect, you don't even have the slightest shame!"

"I just have no shame. How are you going to punish me, Xiaohan? Spanking my butt~"

hateful……

Pei Yuhan knew that Shang Miaoyan was plotting to provoke him, but - in order to go back to see Li Yuan earlier.