Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

She picked up where Chu Cheng had left off, her voice still soft and sweet with a hint of allure.

"Sect Leader Li, our Hehuan Sect has come here with the utmost sincerity."

She leaned forward slightly, her veil swaying gently.

"The style of the Immortal Shadow Sect's immortal robes is now the envy of every female cultivator in the Eight Desolations."

"On my way here, I passed through several markets and inquired everywhere about when your sect's Immortal Robe Pavilion would be open to the public."

She paused, then extended her slender finger and gently drew a circle on the table.

“Our Hehuan Sect has shops in all the continents of the Eight Desolations, and our distribution channels are much wider than your sect’s.”

"As long as Sect Leader Li is willing to let us replicate some of the designs, we'll pay the spirit stones..."

She held up five fingers, then five more, her smile widening: "Fifty-fifty split."

Li Xizhao picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam with the lid, took a sip, and then looked up at Su Yunxiu.

A faint smile played on her lips, neither flattered nor aloof, her tone casual.

"It is possible."

she says.

"However, the designers of those costumes are my beloved disciple, and it's not up to me, the sect leader, to decide. As for the specifics of how to distribute them and which styles to give out, we'll have to wait until after the conference and have him come and discuss it with you in detail."

She put down her teacup and added another sentence, her tone very frank.

"Earning spirit stones is nothing to be ashamed of."

Chapter 87 Your name is Xiao Huo? You were jilted at marriage?

The eldest prince, Nangong Jing, put down his teacup, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Li Xizhao, and smiled politely.

"I'm just here to join in the fun. My third sister has been bothering your clan, so as her older brother, I have to take a look at her."

"The royal court has a long-standing relationship with the Immortal Shadow Sect and has no other needs."

Li Xizhao nodded slightly and turned his gaze to Master Huiming.

Master Huiming, with a kind and benevolent smile on his plump, fair face, stopped fiddling with his prayer beads, put his hands together, and uttered a Buddhist chant.

“Amitabha, the main purpose of my visit is to attend the ceremony, but secondly, I have a small matter I would like to trouble your sect with.”

He paused, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Our temple has a magical artifact that we have searched for among all the weapon refiners in the world, but none of them have been able to find a solution."

"I have heard that your sect has a master weapon refiner named Lin Yanluo. Although she is young, her skills are superb. I would like to ask her to take a look and see if she can make any repairs."

Li Xizhao never questioned these requests between sects, and nodded in agreement.

"Lin Yanluo should be at the medicine hospital right now. Master Huiming can go find her himself."

She didn't explain Lin Yanluo's recent situation in detail. Everyone in the sect knew that this little devil weapon refiner had been inseparable from Chen Zisu lately.

One of them was responsible for raising cicadas that had been growing for thousands of years, and the other was responsible for refining cicada silk. They spent all their time in the medicine garden tinkering with those golden insects.

Chen Zisu is the sect's top spiritual plant master. She has a gentle nature, which is just right to keep Lin Yanluo from having a sharp tongue.

The two worked together very well, and the research on the Millennium Cicada progressed much faster than expected.

The eldest prince, Nangong Jing, unconsciously looked towards Chu City across the street.

The mountain lord of the towering mountains remained in the posture of arms crossed and eyes closed, his face, cold and hard as a knife, showing no emotion.

His black robes made him resemble an ancient sword sheathed, its sharpness concealed, yet inspiring awe and fear.

Nangong Jing sighed inwardly.

He had heard some of what Lin Yanluo had done in the Wanren Qianshan area back then.

When Lin Yanluo betrayed Wanren Qianshan back then, Chu Cheng said nothing, but simply removed her from the sect's roster.

Then he continued to cultivate his ruthless path.

Practice his merciless sword.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Now, her own weapon-refining elder is sitting in another sect researching the millennium cicada, while Chu Cheng is sitting opposite her current sect leader, drinking tea.

He didn't even flinch once from beginning to end.

The Way of Ruthlessness, the Way of the Sword... can they really grind down a person's seven emotions and six desires to this extent?

Nangong Jing shivered, quickly picked up his teacup and took a sip, not daring to look at Chu Cheng again.

On the martial arts arena, the spiritual light barrier of the arena hummed and trembled, as Nangong Yue's spear and Yun Qingyao's longsword were locked in a fierce battle.

Both fighters were fighting with all their might, their spear energy and sword energy intertwining in the air above the arena to form a silvery-white net.

Each collision exploded with dazzling light, drawing cheers from the disciples watching from below the stage.

Mu Tianmiao was huddled in a corner seat, engrossed in the watch, still muttering to herself.

"Ouch, that was a beautiful sword strike... Third Prince, you should have dodged it... Yes, yes, that's it... Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The other cultivators around him had all silently moved a seat away, none of them wanting to get too close to this masked weirdo who was talking to himself.

Just then, a loud and familiar voice exploded in his ears.

"Benefactor! We meet again!"

Mu Tianmiao shuddered and turned her head sharply.

Monk Yuantong's radiant smile was almost right in front of him, his bald head gleaming under the lamplight of the training ground.

He held one hand in front of his chest and the other tightly gripped a rogue cultivator whose face was filled with despair; it was Xiao Huo.

"How do you always manage to find my location!" Xiao Huo's eyes widened, and veins throbbed on his forehead.

Yuantong clasped his hands together, his face solemn and dignified, his tone as sincere as could be.

“Benefactor Xiao Huo, you have a very Buddhist nature! This humble monk can even see it on you…”

"I'm not going to be a monk!" Xiao Huo interrupted him with a low growl before he could finish speaking, his voice trembling as if he had been tormented for too long and was on the verge of collapse.

Mu Tianmiao looked at the rogue cultivator being held by Yuantong and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

Upon closer reflection, isn't this the survivor from the secret realm?

Xiao Huo?

This name is really...

Why don't you call him Xiao Yan...!

"Your name is Xiao Huo?" Mu Tianmiao asked tentatively.

Xiao Huo turned his head, glanced at him, and asked with a hint of wariness in his voice, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Mu Tianmiao sized him up.

This rogue cultivator was thin, and his face was still pale from his injuries, but one could vaguely see the sharpness he once possessed between his brows.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking tentatively.

"Do you... have a fiancée?"

Xiao Huo's face instantly darkened.

A complex emotion flickered across his pale face.

It wasn't anger, but a lingering pain from having old wounds reopened.

He paused for a moment, then forced a bitter smile.

"It seems you know my story."

He sighed, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the viewing area of ​​the Hehuan Sect in the distance, his voice lowering.

"Yes, when I was young, I was targeted by a demoness from the Hehuan Sect... but my cultivation went awry, and I was later jilted. I swear, fortunes change every thirty years..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mu Tianmiao quickly reached out and pressed his shoulder, looking around nervously.

"Don't wash your dirty linen in public, my friend!"

Looking at Xiao Huo's face, which was etched with the message "Don't underestimate a young man's potential," Mu Tianmiao couldn't help but mutter to himself.

This name, this experience, this anticlimactic start – he's definitely destined to be a protagonist!

Although he's currently being tormented by YTO Express, who knows when he might suddenly get some incredible opportunity and rise to prominence, slapping all those who looked down on him in the face.

If you don't befriend these people now, it will be too late to catch up with them once they've made it big.

He put his arm around Xiao Huo's shoulder, speaking to him as warmly as if they were long-lost brothers.

"Brother, if you ever need to team up for any dungeons in the future, remember to call me. We hit it off immediately!"

Xiao Huo was stunned for a moment.

He'd been through a lot with YTO Express lately, and this was the first time he'd encountered someone who wanted to befriend him.

Moreover, this person is a formidable individual who has actually faced off against a powerful demon head-on in the secret realm.

He felt a warmth in his heart and nodded quickly.

"Good, good! Brother, if you don't mind, I, Xiao Huo, would be more than happy to accept."

Yuantong watched this scene from the side, his smile widening, and he clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Excellent, excellent! Both of you are people who have a karmic connection with Buddha..."

"you shut up."

Xiao Huo and Mu Tianmiao spoke in unison.

Just then, a crisp clang of metal rang out from the arena.

Nangong Yue's spear slashed upwards at a tricky angle, the tip of the spear precisely deflecting Yun Qingyao's longsword, the silver-white blade drawing an arc in the night sky.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yun Qingyao took two steps back, looked at her slightly trembling wrist, then sheathed her sword, clasped her hands together, and bowed to Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue slung the spear behind her back with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, her chin slightly raised, as she looked around.

Her gaze swept over the crowd in the Imperial Court's viewing area, who were cheering like a tidal wave, and over the amazement and awe in the eyes of the other sect disciples.

A smug smile played on his lips, and he exuded confidence and pride.

Chapter 88: Tell me, how many women do you actually have?

Nangong Yue looked around, enjoying the cheers from the crowd, but her gaze suddenly stopped on a spot in the corner.

Among the crowd, a gray-robed monk wearing a half-silver mask had his arm around the shoulder of the monk beside him.

The monk's bald head reflected the light under the lamp; who else could it be but Yuantong?

Next to Yuantong was a rogue cultivator who looked utterly hopeless.

Although the masked man had changed his clothes and covered his face, she recognized his nonchalant posture as he leaned back in the chair and his eyes, which she could recognize at a glance.

Nangong Yue's lips curled up as she left the arena and disappeared into the crowd.

Mu Tianmiao suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her.

One sword came from Nangong Yue, who was full of vigor on the arena, and the other came from Yun Qingyao, who was sheathing her sword. They both struck him at the same time.

not good!

He made a quick decision, patted Yuantong and Xiaohuo on the shoulder, said that he had something urgent to attend to and would talk to them another day, and then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Taking advantage of his inconspicuous robes as a rogue cultivator, he slipped through the martial arts arena and hurried along the secluded stone path of the sect.

Finally, he slipped into a secluded little pavilion, leaned against a pillar, and was about to change direction when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There were footsteps behind me, very light and very steady.

He slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight, Yun Qingyao, dressed in white, stood on the stone steps on the other side of the pavilion, her long sword hanging diagonally at her waist, her face still bearing that aloof and indifferent expression.

He subconsciously took a step back, and another figure emerged from the bamboo grove in front of the pavilion.