Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Zhu Jiu understood everything in his heart, and Wen Ren Se Jue forgot all his inquiries, doubts and tests about the stars, and attributed all his previous experimental cover-up behavior to "falling in love with her."

It’s also a good excuse, as long as you don’t continue to explore the mysteries behind the stars.

Zhu Jiu thought so and listened calmly to Wen Ren Se Jue's sudden confession.

But Xingjun suddenly asked: "What if you start to question the astrology because you like you?"

"If it were someone else, he wouldn't care so much given his arrogant personality."

Zhu Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, pretending not to hear these words, and sneered at Wen Ren Se Jue, "Why? Is it glorious to fall in love with an evil cultivator? It's fine that you made mistakes again and again in the past, but now you knowingly commit the same mistake again and again?"

She heard from Gu Yixiao that Wenren Sejue now has a very bad reputation because he concealed Zhu Jiu's identity several times.

Those people couldn't do anything to Zhu Jiu, so they cursed and hated Wen Ren Se Jue.

Yu Xishan sent his son to the cliff, perhaps out of a desire to protect him.

People in Jueya also had some opinions about Wenren Sejue, but they still accepted him because of the faction war.

Wenren Sejue replied to Zhu Jiu's words without changing his expression: "It should be dishonorable."

Zhu Jiu smiled, pushed him away and straightened his clothes, "So why don't you take a detour when you see me."

"Meeting is the result of opportunity. I can't decide. I can only follow my heart and get closer to you."

Wen Rense had no intention of feeling ashamed, and spread his hands and said, "I like you. I still like you so much even though I lost my memory. Master said that we should enjoy life while we can. After thinking about it, I just want to kiss you."

Zhu Jiu: “…”

Xingjun's comment was: "Maybe he accidentally developed a love affair while sleeping at night, that's why he spoke so passionately."

"I don't like you." Zhu Jiu replied expressionlessly.

Wen Ren Sejue said simply, "I don't believe it."

Zhu Jiu: “?”

Wenren Sejue: "You were touching me happily just now, and all you could see in your eyes was me. You are so powerful, I can't force you to do this."

Zhu Jiu was silent for a moment, and then told the truth: "Is it possible? I am just lustful."

Wenren Sejue laughed even more happily, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his chest, which was dazzlingly white and had a deep collarbone.

"Then you want me. You know I have no resistance in front of you."

He squatted in front of Zhu Jiu, looking at her charmingly with his extremely beautiful face. This was a posture of contributing himself without any defense.

No one can say "no" to Wenren Sejue like this.

It's crazy.

Zhu Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and pulled it hard.

Dress well.

"My advice is don't like it." Zhu Jiu said coldly and turned away without looking at him.

Wen Ren Sejue looked at his collar in shock, bit his lip with his teeth, leaned over to Zhu Jiu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Unless you kill me."

Zhu Jiu pushed him away to avoid being too close to this evildoer and being seduced by him. She lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of the two remaining glasses of wine.

"Want a drink?" she asked.

A strange look flashed across Wenren Sejue's face, but Zhu Jiu didn't notice.

"I'll drink if you feed me." Wenren Sejue leaned towards Zhu Jiu as if he had been hit by cartilage powder.

Zhu Jiu raised his hand and took out a small bottle, pouring the green liquid into the wine glass.

No one would doubt that it is highly poisonous.

Zhu Jiu shook it well and brought it to Wen Ren Se Jue's mouth. She said cunningly, "Now? Do you dare to drink it if I feed you?"

Wen Ren Se Jue drooped his brows and said in a sullen voice, "I dare not."

Zhu Jiu: "Tsk."

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Wenren Sejue held it, "This drink is expensive, you have to kiss me."

Zhu Jiu: “…”

This guy must have studied in a scumbag college. He has so many tricks that he can deceive female college students into losing their minds.

"Do you want to drink?" Zhu Jiu refused and looked at him provocatively.

"Okay, okay." Wen Ren Se Jue curved his eyebrows and smiled, then drank it all in one gulp from Zhu Jiu's hand.

The Adam's apple rolled in front of my eyes.

His soft lips pressed against Zhu Jiu's index finger intentionally or unintentionally.

The lips are so moist.

Zhu Jiu was sure that he had just been licked by the flash of tongue.

God of creation, it is indeed a bit hot today.

Wenren Sejue smacked his lips, his lips stained with moist liquid, his eyes wandering, "It tastes good, what did you put in it?"

"Poison." Zhu Jiu didn't expect that the other party would actually dare to drink it, and was stunned for a moment.

"Is that so?" Wenren Sejue sighed, lowered his head and said, "I'm dying."

Zhu Jiu took out a porcelain bottle and waved it in front of him, tempting him, "If you beg me, I will give you the antidote."

Wenren Sejue's eyes began to become unfocused, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He grabbed the dangling hand in front of him, put it close to his face, and looked at Zhu Jiu with hazy eyes: "Please, kiss me."

"..."

Xing Jun couldn't help it and said, "She's right next to me, Youyou, can you do it? If not, I'll kiss her for you."

Chao, how can a woman be told no?

Zhu Jiu was immediately stimulated and kissed Wenren Sejue on the face, then immediately distanced himself from him.

Mainly because I’m afraid I’ll do something else.

"Hmm?" Wen Rense touched his face belatedly and was stunned for a moment. A joyful smile spread from his eyes to his entire face.

"You still like me." He said with great satisfaction.

Then he passed out drunk.

Zhu Jiu quickly grabbed his waist and prevented him from falling.

Wen Ren Se Jue finally got the upper hand and collapsed into Zhu Jiu's arms, looking relaxed and extremely happy.

Zhu Jiu glanced across at the opposite side, and saw Lord Xiaoyao drinking and snoring, laughing foolishly from time to time.

Only the fire was still burning brightly, and the oranges on it were roasted to a charred black color.

Xingjun scratched his head and said, "What are these two people doing here?"

They all drink very diligently, but end up passing out after just one glass. You tell me you're an alcoholic?

Whose drunkard is so lame.

All the famous and upright people are drunk, leaving her as the evil emperor to send them to hell.

No wonder Mo Huaizun became independent so early. He is already an old man at such a young age. With a father like this, anyone would have to be independent and self-reliant.

Although if a hint of murderous intent was revealed at this time, the seemingly drunk Lord Xiaoyao would definitely wake up.

Zhu Jiu glanced at Lord Xiaoyao again, as if thinking about something.

"I know what you're thinking." Xingjun was a little excited: "Let's kill him. According to experience, this kind of seemingly harmless relative of the evil god is definitely the ultimate villain with a dark heart."

It's hard not to recognize.

"What if I kill the wrong person?"

Xingjun replied indifferently: "Then just consider it as killing innocent people. After all, we are all evil emperors, so we have to do something practical."

Zhu Jiu: "...True punishment."

……

We cannot kill them, but we have to find a way to get close to them. A group of evil gods are on the cliff. This is definitely a big problem. We have to observe them from a close distance.

Zhu Jiu's soul consciousness sneaked into the storage ring of Lord Xiaoyao. He looked around for a while, ignoring the mountains of wine, and found a jade plate with a restrained luster in a corner.

She knew this. The elders of the Jueya sect in all generations would give a token to the disciple they liked, which meant marking a disciple to be their personal disciple in the future.

The opportunity is here.

Zhu Jiu stole the jade token and quickly hung it around his waist, in the most conspicuous place.

This won't work either. Wenren Sejue now feels that he will be dead if he meets Zhu Jiu, so he didn't reveal her identity. If he finds out that Zhu Jiu intends to enter the sect, he will probably report her overnight.

It’s so scary. This is how the previous three tragedies happened.

Even if Wenren Sejue was in love, he would never do such harm to others.

So what Zhu Jiu had just fed him was the soul-stirring powder that could make one “drunk” and unconscious for several days.

She stole a few jars of liquor from Lord Xiaoyao's storage ring, added some strong ingredients to it and was about to pour it into the other person's stomach when the latter opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Zhu Jiu paused, feeling a little guilty. Didn't Wen Rense say that he was unconscious after drinking? Was he pretending?

It's over. If you get caught drugging or stealing, it will turn into a robbery.

The hand behind her back silently clenched the hammer, ready to hit Lord Xiaoyao on the forehead at any time.

At this tense moment, Lord Xiaoyao suddenly laughed, "Hehehe," and rubbed the wine jar in front of him, "Wine... the best wine... hehehe."

He twisted his body for a while, pulled out the cork, and gulped down the wine, one jar after another, his face as red as a monkey's butt.

"..."

Tsk, it’s hard to put it into words.

Is this the destiny period? How crazy.

I heard that Ren Sejue said they came here to look for Bingpo. Bingpo is both a kind of strange ice and a material for refining weapons. It is estimated that it is used for Wenren Sejue to forge his own spiritual weapon.

Zhu Jiu filled a pot of wine for Wenren Sejue, then carried the two of them to a place near Bingpo. Since Lord Xiaoyao was there, there would be no danger.

Zhu Jiu clapped his hands, played with the jade pendant on his waist, and turned away.

……

Three days later, in the Jueya Siming Hall, the voice of the deacon elder echoed loudly in the hall.

"What did you say? You are the seventh true disciple recognized by the sect master himself?"

Zhu Jiu nodded neither servilely nor arrogantly: "Yes, this is the token that the sect master gave me, please take a look."

She handed over the token at her waist.

The deacon elder knew it was true as soon as his spiritual sense took a glance and was very shocked.

A person like the sect leader would accept disciples? And when he was conscious?

This must be something the sect leader did when he was drunk!

The deacon elder glanced at Zhu Jiu and saw that this man was calm, with clear eyes and outstanding temperament. He stood there like a big iron hammer.

He should be the kind of monk who is resolute and decisive in his work and devoted to the Tao.

But the physical cultivators in the fusion stage have a bone age of over 300 years, so there is really no highlight to be seen.

Being an outer disciple is fine, but being a true disciple of Jueya is outrageous.

After thinking about it, the deacon elder knew that his task today was to clean up the mess made by the sect master, that is, to persuade him to retreat.

"Wait a moment, I need to check something."

Zhu Jiu nodded.

The deacon elder returned to the back hall with a proper posture and contacted the sect leader in a hurry.

As expected, the message fell on deaf ears and no one responded. It's obvious that he was still drunk.

I contacted Wenren Sejue again, but there was no response. Could he have been drinking too?

The elder deacon scratched his sparse hair and ordered his young disciple to check the souls of the two people, and they were both normal.

Well, as long as nothing happens.

He sighed and could only contact Mo Huaizun. After he finished talking, he asked worriedly, "Chief, what should we do with this person?"

He did have the jade token of his direct disciple in his hand, so he couldn't just kick him out like that.

Mo Huaizun said in a steady voice: "Drag it out, and wait until the Sect Master wakes up before discussing it."

"Check the background."

While Zhu Jiu was drinking the third cup of tea, the deacon elder smiled and said, "The jade token is indeed real, but the sect master is busy and has not replied yet. You need to wait here for a few days."

Zhu Jiu nodded good-naturedly.

Seeing that she was calm and not arrogant, and not as smug as the powerful people he had imagined, the deacon elders looked up to her a little more and began to wonder if this person really had some extraordinary qualities.

"Disciples who are temporarily accepted into the sect usually have to go through the sect's Gewu Tower. You have come from a long way and are exhausted. Why don't you rest for a night and go again tomorrow morning?"

In fact, it is just a test to see the overall strength.

Coming out of there, you can tell exactly how much it weighs.

Zhu Jiu rolled up his sleeves and said, "No need to wait, I'll go now."

……

The Gewu Tower has ninety-nine floors and is a training tower that everyone in Jueya must pass. The number of floors passed is often used as one of the scoring items in the final examination.

I understand, that’s credits.

When Zhu Jiu followed the deacon elder to stand under the tower, he found a large crowd of people in the square in front, waiting to enter the tower at both the outer and inner gates.

Most of them had sad faces, looking at the Gewu Tower as if they were looking at a flood or a monster.

Zhu Jiu poked his head out and asked, "What are you doing?"

"During the recent final exam, some students are coming to brush up on their scores to improve their total scores, and some who have never passed the exam are also coming to brush up on their scores."

Got it, final sprint.

"It will be open in a quarter of an hour, Your Excellency, please get ready."

The deacon elder gestured to Zhu Jiu and kindly reminded him, "Don't feel stressed. The disciples here have all been trained day after day. They have a solid foundation and their own system. Naturally, they will pass higher levels."

"But disciples who wish to join the sect are only tested for their aptitude and upper limit. You are in the Fusion Stage, and you only need to pass thirty levels."

Well, this requirement is indeed very low.

Zhu Jiu waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry, elder. I am not good at anything else, but I am best at breaking through the barriers."

The deacon elder smiled but said nothing, nor did he try to undermine her confidence.

Anyway, she will cry when she comes out. By then, she will face the reality and realize that everything is empty. She probably won't have any foolish dreams of becoming Jueya's true disciple anymore.

"What level are we going to pass? Are we going to guess the words from the pictures for the young group?"

A cold and disgusted voice came from behind the two of them. The tone, the voice, the sarcastic, uncultured, impolite and asking-for-a-punch tone, one knew who it was without being told.

Zhu Jiu rolled his eyes secretly and turned around to look.

It really is that guy Chu Yi.

Not only him, all the male group members were there except Mo Huaizun and Wenren Se.

They all looked bad, with gloomy temperaments, and spiritual and demonic energy floating around them, as if they had just come back from a fight.

Chu Yi used a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstain on the back of his hand. There was a hint of hostility and irritability between his brows. He looked at Zhu Jiu as if he was looking at a dog blocking his way.

Zhu Jiu and Xing Jun both clenched their fists at the same time.

The kind of person I want to beat up every time I meet him.

These guys all look very eye-catching, and they appear with overwhelming momentum, just like gangsters.

People in the square looked over, surprised, and saluted respectfully.

"Brother, elder."

Chu Yi crossed his arms and said, "Who are you calling? Me?"

The disciples' scalps tightened. It was over. Second Senior Brother was sick again.

He quickly bowed again, just like announcing the name of the dish.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother."