Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 60: Free and unrestrained, truly a god [Please read and subscribe]

Dijun Wan glanced at the group and said, "Through the valley in front of us, we will reach the forest area of ​​the Netherworld Spirit Valley, but I don't know if there is what you want in there."

The Netherworld Valley is one of the few strange mountains in East Lingnan Province. It is a complicated place with many monsters and beasts. The air is full of miasma and absorbing too much of it may cause hallucinations.

There is even a possibility of death.

Ye Qian'an didn't care too much about it. He just wanted to find the herbs for making wine. As for the secret treasure that the upper sect wanted to obtain, it had nothing to do with him.

After all, whatever the upper sect wants, even if Ye Qian'an really gets it, will definitely be asked for back. After all, strength is respected in the world of cultivation.

Emperor Junwan flew up into the sky on the immortal sword. She waved her right hand and several jade slips appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. She said:

"The jade slip contains my spiritual consciousness. If you encounter danger, you need to crush it immediately. I will find your location as soon as possible."

Wang Teng asked: "Uncle Master, aren't you going with us?"

Emperor Wan curled her lips and replied unhappily: "This is a kind of training for you. If I take action, what do I need you for?"

Wang Teng touched his nose in embarrassment. He always felt that Uncle Dijun Wan was targeting him. After all, he was also a talented disciple of the sect. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

However, facing Di Jun Wan who was at the peak of the fusion realm, Wang Teng dared to be angry but not to say anything. After all, even his master Dan Yangzi did not dare to say much when he met Di Jun Wan.

Dijun Wan is well-known in the sect for being rude and unreasonable, and she is also good at fighting. She doesn't give face to anyone. As long as someone makes her unhappy, she will give him a warning, not to mention her fellow disciples, even if they are powerful Mahayana masters.

Di Junwan came to Ye Qian'an, blinked, and her tone became much lighter:
"You better be careful, don't let the poisonous miasma inside make you infatuated and lose limbs. Your master will come to me crying and come to settle the score."

Emperor Junwan glanced at the figure in the mist and said calmly, "And even if I don't do anything, the strong man from the Shenxuan Sect will not let these children get into trouble."

After all, Nalan Xue and the others are the prides of the Shenxuan Sect. Their status is extremely noble. If they die in the Netherworld Valley, it will be a huge loss for the Shenxuan Sect.

Nalan Xue and the other two are quite talented, and their future achievements will be limitless. As long as they are given enough time, there is a great possibility that they can even become immortals.

Ye Qian'an also felt the aura surging within the clouds and mist. It looked like he should be a cultivator in the early stage of Mahayana. As expected of the Shenxuan Sect with a long history, they could easily arrange a powerful Mahayana cultivator. They really had a profound foundation.

Di Junwan took a sip of wine, glanced slightly, and then sent a voice message: "Qian, remember, be careful of your senior brother Wang Teng, he is not a good guy."

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled.

Of course he knew that Wang Teng was not a good guy. He had volunteered to come here because of the sect's genius Nalan Xue, and wanted to show himself in front of Nalan Xue.

Wang Teng's talent is indeed outstanding among his peers, but unfortunately, he is incomparable in front of Ye Qian'an.

If we really have to compare them, it would be a slow horse compared to a unicorn, and a jackdaw compared to a phoenix.

There is a world of difference between the two.

Dijun Wan cleared her throat and continued, "Before you leave, I would like to give you two words of advice."

"After entering the Netherworld Valley, you need to help each other. Even if you are not from the same sect, you are still from the same lineage. If there is any danger, do not act rashly."

Emperor Junwan continued, "Second, don't be too demanding of opportunities, and don't risk your life to find herbs. Precious spiritual medicines are often guarded by fierce beasts. These beasts are not stupid, and you are their best supplements."

"Thank you for the reminder, senior." Everyone bowed again.

Dijun Wan returned to the flying sword, sat beside the hilt, and swayed her jade feet slightly.

The jade feet are faintly visible under the silk pajamas, like elves dancing in the moonlight, and every movement is heart-beating.

The delicate lines on the soles of the feet present a charming posture on the skin, like flowing notes, which makes people intoxicated.

Ye Qian'an shrugged. Would Master Dijun Wan not put her jade feet in his mouth?

"........."

Di Junwan took a sip of wine, waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "You can all go. Be careful and don't die in there. If your master comes and cries, I won't be able to bear it."

Everyone put away the jade slips, bowed to Senior Emperor Wan, and under the leadership of Nalan Xue, flew on their swords towards the distance.

Just as Ye Qian'an was about to leave, a voice reminded him: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to remind you. The news of the secret treasure has been publicized. When you enter the valley, you may encounter other cultivators. You must be careful."

"understood."

Ye Qian'an responded and slowly flew away into the distance.

The world of cultivation is full of intrigues and deceptions, and Ye Qian'an has long been accustomed to it. Even upright cultivators, in the face of interests, even his own parents, brothers and sisters, will become stepping stones on his road to growth.

The secret treasure is so precious that it will certainly attract countless powerful people to scramble for it, and there may even be a large number of casualties.

"This guy is still drinking there. I wonder if he is here for tourism."

The maid Cui Ling glanced at Ye Qian'an who was lying on the sword, with an expression full of disgust. She didn't understand why the princess would make friends with such a person.

If we talk about a gentleman, it must be Senior Brother Wang Teng. He is not only talented but also handsome. He is truly a role model for our generation.

Wang Teng, however, added insult to injury and said, "You should know that Junior Brother Ye is so unreliable. You shouldn't have let him come in the first place. After all, he delayed the fairy, which is a serious matter."

"No problem."

Ice Fairy Nalanxue said softly: "Fellow Daoist Ye is so free and unrestrained, which is rare in the entire cultivation world. Perhaps this is his method of cultivation."

Hearing these words, Wang Teng's face turned grim and the corners of his mouth twitched.

For some reason, he always felt that the Ice Fairy in front of him did not look down on him at all, and he had no sense of existence in front of her, but Ye Qian'an had a very high status in Nalan Xue's heart.

It seemed as if he was telling others that Ye Qian'an was free and unrestrained, and was a prodigy who had comprehended the way of the sword.

Maid Cui Ling curled her lips and said, "Princess, why do you think so highly of Ye Qian'an? This kind of person is the kind of..."

"enough."

Nalan Xue raised her eyebrows and said, "Did I ever tell you not to gossip behind my back in the future, Cuiling? You weren't like this before."

(End of this chapter)