272 It’s Getting Cold, We Should Change Masters for the Jade Mirage Sect
Liu Yuan said helplessly, “So, don’t push the responsibility of that little girl Ling Zhen on me. I can’t take more responsibility for her innocence when she’s ignorant. Otherwise, it’ll only get more and more chaotic. Be it status or power, I will fight for them myself. It’s not that I’m not greedy for these ‘shortcuts’, but… I have enough.”

Ling Hua’s face turned even redder. When she forcefully pushed Ling Zhen to Liu Yuan, she was inevitably worried that Liu Yuan’s current strength was not enough and that he was not motivated enough. However, since Liu Yuan had spoken, she naturally docilely snuggled into Liu Yuan’s arms. She looked at him with her bright eyes and said, “Alright.”

The atmosphere was just right. After another fierce battle, they had settled down and their minds were at their most relaxed. Naturally, the two of them looked at each other and kissed as if there was no one else around.

The kiss on the white crane earlier had been too rushed. Although it had been an act of love, there had been no room to carefully savor it. At this moment, it was difficult to part, and the mood of stirring up the clouds and rain was enough to make the onlookers blush.

Hong Luan was curiously watching from the side, and her delicate little face was indeed flushed.

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She had been living in the Martial Emperor’s Tomb that was isolated from the world. She was even more ignorant of the world than Zhiying. Although she knew that this was a kiss, she did not know why it looked so different from her own kiss.

Liu Yuan had always stopped when it came to her. A peck on her cheek or lips was considered a kiss, so there was no such lingering affection.

The little puppet frowned in distress and bit on her fingers. Her head was full of question marks, not knowing what was so profound about it. She thought that she must learn well, and she will ask Junxuan to teach her.

She nodded, but now, they seemed to be very thirsty and needed some water to drink.

The hardworking little puppet put down the broom and ran to get the teapot to pour water.

Zhiying, who was standing silently in the corner, watched them with an expressionless face. This was not her first time watching Liu Yuan being intimate with a woman. From Chiyu Villa to the City of Ten Thousand Swords, she had been watching him the entire time. However, ever since the two of them fell into the river and shared a room in the Martial Emperor’s Tomb, the feelings in her heart had changed greatly.

The young girl touched her chest and clutched her clothes tightly. She was a little dazed and a little disappointed.

On the other side, Netherworld was ignored. Looking at Liu Yuan’s affectionate appearance, she was inexplicably angry. There was a trace of sourness in her anger. She turned her head in anger and was slightly stunned when she saw the soulless expression on Zhiying’s face.

Other people might not know what Pihuan Luo looked like under the mysterious black veil, but as the Master of Bi Luo Mansion, Netherworld was very familiar with this kind of information. She had been distracted by Liu Yuan just now, and only then did he realize that this girl in front of him looked 70-80 percent similar to Pihuan Luo…

Even in the demonic sect, very few people had actually seen the Holy Maiden, so this information had always been confusing. It was rumored that the Holy Messenger had been with the Holy Maiden since she was a child, and with such a similar face, there seemed to be no other explanation other than blood relatives.

Netherworld had a vague guess, but the more she thought about it, the more incredulous she felt. She had thought that no matter how flirtatious Liu Yuan was, the number of women she knew was more than ten. However, she did not expect that the more she came into contact with him, the more she realized that it was like a rolling snowball, and the number of women was increasing…

She secretly cursed him for being a beast, but after she finished, she frowned and pursed her lips. Was she feeling Mei Sheng’s emotions? It was so strong that it affected her… Was love really so harmful?

Bang!

The sound of the teapot breaking was particularly clear in the house, waking up the ‘forgotten child couple’ and also waking up Zhiying and Netherworld who were immersed in their own emotions.

Liu Yuan looked at Ling Hua, who was hurriedly tidying up her clothes and pretending to be calm. He knew that it was impossible to win over this cold Daoist nun tonight. Perhaps he could only wait until the wedding night or a similar environment.

At least… It was absolutely impossible to do so in such an environment with people.

This had nothing to do with favorability. It was simply because Ling Hua had never come into contact with this aspect, so it was natural for her to be afraid. Because of her innate conditions, she had always had a fearful attitude and avoided this aspect. She had never even read the dual cultivation classics of the Orthodox sects.

This could only be done slowly. The process of teaching was also a form of pleasure.

At least, Liu Yuan felt that it was worth reminiscing about. He held Ling Hua’s hand and squeezed her palm, using his gaze to make her feel at ease and not panic.

Ling Hua hummed submissively, which was very different from the particularly ‘cruel’ image she had of Netherworld before.

Liu Yuan turned his head to look at Hong Luan. The little puppet was hurriedly picking up the broken pieces of the teapot. When she saw him looking over, she was like a frightened rabbit looking for a hole to hide in. However, there was no place to hide after looking left and right. She could only lower her head and say in a depressed voice, “I’m sorry… I… I just wanted to pour you a cup of tea and bring it over. Then… Then I don’t know why I tripped.”

After all, she was a third-levelNascent Soul stage cultivator… How as it possible for her to fall to the ground?

She was really adorable.

Liu Yuan did not know whether to laugh or cry. He picked Hong Luan up and placed her on a stool. He touched her head and said, “You’ll get better with more practice. Hong Luan is so smart, you’ll learn it very soon.”

The little puppet tilted her head and rubbed against his palm, nodding obediently.

But Liu Yuan obviously did not know how big of a mistake he had made at this moment…

He went to the inner room to visit Zhizhi and Ling Jie. They had both woken up, but they were still weak.

Zhizhi’s small face was pale as she hid under the blanket. Her big black eyes looked at him timidly, which reminded Liu Yuan of the first time he saw her.

Even though he had already understood Hu Zhizhi’s two-faced nature, her appearance still made Liu Yuan feel tender and loving. He reached out to caress the young girl’s face, and the power of the mountains and seas in his body resonated with her. In fact, it even formed a kind of spiritual connection, a connection that was even closer than bloodline.

Liu Yuan could sense that once his injuries were fully healed, he might be able to obtain a divine ability that belonged only to the spirits of the mountains and seas – the Mountain Sea Realm.

Compared to the silence and tacit understanding here, when Ling Jie realized that he was still alive, he was simply dumbfounded and exclaimed in disbelief. He had a new understanding of Liu Yuan… This man was ranked second on the Singing Sword Ranking not because of his status as the adopted son of the City Lord of Ten Thousand Swords as some rumors had said. Just the spirit of the mountains and seas alone was enough for him to beat everyone in the arena without breaking a sweat.

When he learned from Liu Yuan’s vague words that Netherworld had switched sides, he did not say anything. He had already started to guess when the name Liu Junxuan would leave his name on the Divine Heroes List.

Liu Yuan shared a room with Ling Hua, and even brought along Netherworld. However, under the latter’s embarrassed and resentful gaze, Liu Yuan just quietly meditated and occasionally stopped to talk to Ling Hua. Nothing like what Netherworld had imagined happened.

In the end, Netherworld’s eyes were filled with resentment.

The sound of the rain outside the house did not stop. The long night had finally passed.

Jiang Feng had turned demonic, Ling Hua had betrayed the sect, killed the elder who had gone to investigate, and disappeared. The Jade Mirage sect had been attacked by the demonic sect. This series of news had caused a great uproar in the Central Plains.

At the same time, in the Spirit Transformation River, Ling Zhen, who had transformed into a terrifying human form, looked at the charred black dragon in front of her in a daze. She could not see the end of the huge dragon’s body, but there were stone barriers stacked on it, just like rocks that had solidified after a volcano erupted.

Crack.

At this moment, there were some cracks on it, and some fragments fell down and were washed away in the water.

“Chuichui?” Ling Zhen tried to call out softly, her blue fish tail swaying left and right in the water.

She remembered that Liu Yuan called the demon dragon ‘Chuichui’.

Although they were demon Dragons, Ling Zhen knew that there were no true dragons in this world. They were just flood dragons of various forms. The only true dragon was the Dragon God they worshipped…

“Meow?” Ling Zhen, whose thoughts were interrupted, opened her eyes wide. She suspected that she had been in a state of unconsciousness because of the fear all night. Otherwise, how could he hear the majestic meow of a cat from the dragon-shaped stone array?

However, the dragon began to tremble, as if it had indeed responded to her call.

Crack, crack, crack. crack…

The sound of the charred black stone array cracking caused Ling Zhen to be overjoyed. She was on the verge of tears. After the demonic dragon devoured the spiritualised dragon shadow, she suddenly felt an intense pain. She had no choice but to retreat to the side and watch helplessly as the flames on Chuichui’s body were extinguished. Then, she was wrapped up by the charred black stones like a cocoon.

The wind, rain, and thunder had been loud last night, and such a movement had been covered up. But now that the sun was about to rise, it would be bad if other Immortal cultivators were attracted…

As Ling Zhen thought of this, she thought of her Senior Sister and Liu Yuan. He wondered how they were doing.

When she came back to her senses, her eyes were already filled with the charred fragments that had fallen off, and the dragon form had finally broken away from its stiff state and began to move slowly.

“Chuichui! Chuichui, are you awake? Let’s go…” Ling Zhen was so happy that she wanted to reach out and touch it, but she was suddenly stunned.

After the stone array formation fell off, what was revealed below was not the original fiery red, but a cold dark green with golden scales on the edge.

Ling Zhen raised his head and met a pair of silver vertical pupils.

It was as if she had witnessed the vicissitudes of life, the majesty, and the loneliness of the seeker.

The light of dawn shone down from above the water, outlining the dragon’s full appearance. The soul-stirring voice carried a hint of a smile. “Chuichui? You still like to play tricks…”

“Lord Dragon God,” Ling Zhen subconsciously muttered.

“Meow meow meow? The Dragon God?”

The dragon’s head that drooped down from above had a curious look on its face. As the water flowed in all directions, its vertical pupils were clearly black. Ling Zhen was stunned and thought that she had seen wrongly because the light was too glaring. However, she was suspicious in her heart. It was impossible. Was what she had just heard an illusion? She had clearly felt the breath of the Dragon God…

Alright, she had never seen Lord Dragon God in the Sea Slashing Tower since she was born. However, the merfolk would often pray, and this was the aura she felt.

“Why are you not talking? Don’t we still need to go to the City of Ten Thousand Swords?”

Chuichui circled around her and was surprised to find that her scales had changed color. She immediately chased after its tail and meowed in frustration. “Chuichui is a Scarlet Mist Flowing Scaled Wrym… What about the red mist? Chuichui is a fake meow?”

Ling Zhen put away the suspicion in his heart. It was impossible for the Dragon God to be such a stupid cat. Oh, no, flood dragon.

…

Sea Slashing Tower, Yonghui Sea.

“Chuichui… They’re quite intimate.”

Her slender, snow-white feet walked on the pitch-black ten-victory stone floor. The chains on her ankles clanged, and the ground carved with ancient patterns reflected her solemn black clothes and white hair.

She stopped by the pool made of ten-victory stone and looked at the mirror-like surface of the water, which reflected a beautiful face and a pair of silver eyes that could not hide the shyness and joy. Only then did she realize that she could also show such an expression.

“I’m. little regretful…” the woman said in a low voice, a little lonely. She looked at the floating ice and the cold iceberg on the sea in the distance.

Although the tip of the iceberg was small, it could still be seen by people. As for the part buried deep under the sea, no matter how beautiful and magnificent it was, no one cared about it.

In the end, she was the one who was unwilling. Who could she blame?

Ripples suddenly appeared in the pool, and the image of an old man gradually appeared. She said in a deep voice, “Master, as you expected, the demonic race has opened up a new passage in the extreme north. We’ve already sent people to intercept them.”

“Did anything big happen in the Central Plains?” the woman asked after a long silence.

The old man’s pupils suddenly shrank. How many years had it been since the Dao master had asked about the matters of the Central Plains? Ever since he suppressed the abyss of the Yonghui Sea, even the merman race that he was protecting did not receive any response. What exactly happened now that actually caused the Dao Master to pay attention to the Central Plains again?

However, now was not the time to investigate the whole story. He could not hesitate in front of Dao Master. He immediately suppressed the shock and fear in his heart and muttered, just last night…

Since the Daoist master had spoken at this time, he must be asking about what had happened at this time. After thinking about it, it just so happened that something that could barely be considered a big event for the Immortal cultivators of the Central Plains had happened yesterday.

But even though it was said that he was possessed by the demon, in reality, this side did not sense it at all. It was obviously a set-up. Could it be that this matter between the younger generation was involved in some unknown conspiracy?

That’s right, could it be related to the demon race’s princess sneaking into the Central Plains? They were still chasing after that monster who impersonated the Martial Emperor’s daughter. Could this be a clue?

As expected of the Dao Master, he was the strongest expert in the world after the Holy Maiden of the Central Plains. His prediction was godly.

The old man’s heart was filled with awe as he explained everything in detail. Because he was also trying to figure it out in his heart, he gradually discovered the strangeness of the person whose real name was Liu Yuan.

To be able to be involved with so many forces, he shouldn’t be unknown.

Could this person really be a demon?

The old man was suspicious and was about to ask Dao Master for advice when he heard Dao master ask indifferently, “The Jade Mirage sect is being besieged by the demonic sect?”

“Yes,” the old man replied.

Could it be that the Dao Master was planning to help the Jade Mirage? Although it was a little inappropriate now, after all, they were also on the Righteous Path against the Demonic Path…

“The Jade Mirage Sect is incompetent. After thousands of years, it has now decayed to such a state. What’s the use of a sect that only knows how to fight among itself? ”

“Dao Master, you mean….” the old man was shocked and said respectfully.

“Ling Hua is not bad. She can be the next master of Jade Mirage Sect.”