Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Wen Ren Sejue took it with satisfaction, and when his rosy thin lips were about to touch the rim of the cup, his eyes suddenly moved slightly and he stopped with a frown.

"Is there anything extremely depressing? My junior nephew kicked me off the spirit ship cruelly last time, and I was sad for a long time."

Yi Chi knew that he was going to act up, so he pursed his lips and revealed a shy smile, "Last time I thought Fifth Uncle was a bully in the cultivation world who kidnapped young girls. Don't worry this time, I respect you sincerely."

Wen Ren Se Jue condescended to take a sip of tea. Yi Chi was looking at him expectantly when she suddenly felt something strange in her left hand. She lowered her head and saw the red-sleeved spirit ship in her palm.

A red string with a halo of spiritual light was tied on her ring finger.

The other end of the line was held in Wenren Sejue's hand.

With a flick of his slender white fingertips, Yi Chi couldn't help but stagger and fell into the other's chest.

From Yi Yuan's perspective, it looked like Yi Chi was impatiently pouncing on someone.

There was a rich aroma at the tip of my nose, the body under my palms was warm and firm, and the outline of the abdominal muscles felt firm to the touch.

Yi Chi's mind went blank, and he gritted his teeth and uttered, "...Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Ren Sejue's soft voice, tinged with evil, sounded above his head.

"Little nephew, this is the gift I gave you, a strand of Wuwangjiu silk. How about it? I never give my puppet silk to living people. You are the second one."

"This time, you can't escape even if you run to the ends of the earth."

This is a familiar crazy saying.

Yi Chi cursed in his heart and really wanted to pick up Wenren Sejue and beat him up.

Taking a deep breath, she endured it.

He glanced at Mo Huaizun helplessly, only to see that Mo Huaizun's face was so cold for the first time. His captivating gaze was fixed on Wen Ren Sejue, and the terrifying feeling of oppression was as real as a substance.

"Se Jue, let her go. She is not one of your puppets, nor is she anyone's substitute."

Wenren Sejue looked at him silently for a moment, his dark pupils seemed to be soaked in wine, and the mole under his lip was charming and eye-catching. Finally, he chuckled and leaned back.

Once out of control, Yi Chi jumped away quickly.

"Go and rest first. Let Tang Zuo arrange accommodation for you at the auction. Follow me to Nixiao City tomorrow to participate in the Heavenly Questioning Ceremony."

Yi Chi responded, glanced at the two of them, and turned and left.

Tang was very considerate. As soon as they met, he took Yi Chi and the other person to the guest room that had been prepared in advance. Before leaving, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to chat about something.

Yi Chixiao asked, "How does Director Tang plan compensation for the next fifty years?"

The other party said nothing and left.

Yi Chi walked into the room and sat down, stroking his ring finger with a conflicted look on his face.

Being tied up with the Wuwangjiu silk, he could not escape Wenren Sejue's perception no matter where he was, so how could he take the opportunity to slip away?

Even if she tried to tear it off by force, she had to find the right time so that the other party would not have time to catch her.

Yi Yuan looked at her sympathetically. "Although Lord Wenren's behavior was a little strange, he is now your fifth uncle and should not hurt you. The problem is that Lord Jueya actually agreed to promote you to the chief disciple! This is simply unheard of."

Yi Chi couldn't figure it out either, and frowned, "Isn't he just confused? I just said it casually, I thought he would give up and kick me out."

Yi Yuan was used to this person's outrageous words, so he chose to ignore them and continued, "Do you know what this means?"

Yi Chi propped his head up in boredom, not looking too concerned, "What?"

Yi Yuan was very anxious, trying to make her realize the seriousness of the situation. "You will be targeted and challenged by other disciples. Yu Zhiqing is the eldest brother of Jueya's true disciple. He has been practicing for less than a hundred years, but he is already in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation, which is two realms higher than you."

Although Yi Chi won today, Yu Zhiqing was not only suppressed by his realm, but also couldn't use any tricks.

Yi Chi was pulling the leaves of the decorative plant and didn't think being challenged was a problem. She was a congenital spiritual body who could break through whenever she wanted, and she was also a reincarnated cultivator of the maximum level. How could she be defeated by a few people in the God Transformation Stage?

Seeing that Yi Yuan was still trying to persuade him to ask the Lord to revoke his decision, Yi Chi quietly changed the subject.

"Do you want that Soul Transformation Pill? Once you take it, you can repair your Dantian and continue practicing."

Yi Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into desire, but he suppressed it forcefully. His handsome face was full of hesitation. "This elixir is too expensive. How can I repay you in the future?"

He has witnessed this man's magic and power in the past two days. To sum it up in one sentence: This kind of person is not from the same world as him, so why should he need his repayment?

Faced with such a great temptation, he was able to remain calm and keep his eyes clear.

Yi Chi couldn't help but look at him differently, but this scholar's cautious and weak temper had to be overcome.

She thought for a moment and said, "So this isn't for you."

Yi Yuan was startled, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head, "I am unworthy of this."

There was no sound for a long time.

When she looked up again, she only saw Yi Chi's slender back walking towards the door, like a unique bamboo painter. She tilted her head and said, "Go to sleep."

The room fell silent. Yi Yuan pursed his lips and stood still, his eyes more dim and confused than ever before.

Yi Chi came to the next door, planning to go to Nixiao City tomorrow to buy an alchemy furnace. He already had all the herbs needed for the recipe, so he just had to start refining the alchemy.

The pill that Mo Huaizun gave her was indeed precious, but since she had decided to give Yi Yuan the Nine-Extreme Spiritual Pill, she would not go back on her word.

When his fingers touched the storage bracelet on his wrist, Yi Chi suddenly remembered the pot of Qi Ye Chong Hua. His eyes lit up, he moved it out and placed it by the window to bask in the moonlight, then carefully watered it.

The flower was indeed very beautiful when it was six-tenths open, much more beautiful than the one she had kept in the pot for five hundred years which was still just a bud.

A faint fragrance spread, and the spiritual energy became several times more abundant. However, for Yi Chi's innate spiritual body, this function was actually useless.

She simply liked Qiye Chonghua at first sight.

Yi Chi meditated and practiced, circulating the Qi in his body, drawing in spiritual energy to widen his tendons and meridians. The spiritual energy in his Dantian was as dense as liquid, and the surrounding spiritual energy was extremely exciting.

The next moment, one of them lost control and reached the peak of foundation building without any hindrance.

Yi Chi: “…” She was not prepared to break through!

……

The next day.

When Yi Chi saw Mo Huaizun, he was using the spiritual communication talisman to communicate, and it seemed that he was handling official business in Jueya.

His eyebrows and eyes are sharp, his features are handsome, and his expression is calm and composed, like a black statue that never moves.

Yi Chi paused, and suddenly remembered that Mo Huaizun was not like this before the sect was destroyed.

At that time, he was the chief disciple of the number one sect in the world of cultivation. He had a single spiritual root of 100% gold and was born with a sword bone. He cultivated to the level of refining emptiness within a hundred years. He was an amazing genius that no one could reach. When Wu Xingyun appeared, all the sword cultivators in the world were eclipsed.

His pride and passion were hidden between his ridged brows; they did not need to be shown off; they were already fully expressed.

Mo Huaizun saw Yi Chi and saw that she was staring at him strangely, so he asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Yi Chi came back to his senses and shook his head.

Mo Huaizun did not ask any further questions, but nodded and said calmly: "Yi Chi, come to me."

Yi Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him with his back tensed.

After a moment of silence, he moved to Mo Huaizun's side.

Mo Huaizun stretched out his bamboo-like hand and stroked his face.