The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Wen Qingyan's persistent speech finally attracted the attention of others.

Ji Wushe stared at him without saying a word, with a somewhat unfriendly look in his eyes.

Lou Fuyue smiled, her tone seemed to be gloating: "Junior Sister must really hope that we can go with her. If Senior Brother doesn't go, will you comfort her if she cries?"

Wen Qingyan stopped talking after hearing this.

He no longer had the stones he had used to coax his junior sister.

Rong Jizhi: "But Master, my identity..."

A trace of hesitation and confusion flashed across his usually surly and gloomy face.

Rong Jizhi would definitely be worried about letting his junior sister go to this sect exchange conference alone, especially with his junior sister's way of thinking... She always felt that something big would go wrong if no one was watching.

But Rong Ji thought that once his half-demon identity was exposed, his junior sister and the sect would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Ji Wushe pondered for a moment.

Lou Fuyue: "Master, Sanjin Pavilion has recently found a magic weapon that can conceal auras. Can I bring it to you, Junior Brother?"

"Do not."

Ji Wushe shook his head. "There are many powerful masters of the Divine Realm and Mahayana stage at the sect exchange conference. Even the most exquisite magic weapons will be ineffective in front of them."

Lou Fuyue was stunned for a moment: "......That's right."

Rong Ji's eyelashes drooped, hiding a hint of loss in his eyes.

If it weren't for his disgusting half-demon body——

The dark thoughts buried deep in his heart resurfaced once again, clamoring to break out of the cage.

"But they didn't survive the tribulation."

Rong Jizhi suddenly looked up at Ji Wushe in disbelief.

Ji Wushe was also looking at him, and there seemed to be boundless frost and coldness condensed in his light eyes, with a hint of warning.

Rong Jizhi pursed his lips tightly and tried his best to suppress the thoughts that were growing in his heart.

After Ji Wushe finished saying that, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and the true pressure of a powerful person who had just transcended the tribulation suddenly appeared in the simple wooden house.

Lou Fuyue noticed that the sense of oppression had not diminished at all, but instead had a hint of conquest after years of precipitation.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a relaxed smile on his face: "Indeed, the only one in the cultivation world who has achieved the Great Perfection of Transcendence is Master."

After the war between the two races, there was a gap in the powerful human cultivators. Of the seven Fenghua who once stood at the top, only two are left.

One of them was seriously injured and has been in seclusion since then. His life or death is unknown. Although Ji Wushe has become blind and his soul is damaged, it does not affect the fact that he is still a true tribulation-removing strongman.

And he is the only sword master in the world.

Ji Wushe: "At the conference, you just keep an eye on Chao Zhao. You don't need to do anything else. Just stay by my side."

Rong Ji's eyes flashed with emotion, and he nodded in response: "Yes... Thank you, Master."

Wen Qingyan belatedly came back to his senses from the sadness of not being able to continue forging iron to pay off his debts: "Master and Junior Brother, what were you discussing just now?"

Three people: "..."

Rong Jizhi had a stern face and said nothing.

Lou Fuyue clenched his fingers into a fist and placed it against his lips, then coughed softly, "Well, Senior Brother, let me ask you first, your creditor shouldn't be following you to the sect exchange conference, right?"

Ji Wushe glanced at him with disdain and said, "Go back and forge your iron."

Wen Qingyan: "...Oh."

He grunted in a muffled voice, and the trace of silliness that naturally appeared in front of familiar people instantly destroyed his handsome and resolute appearance and temperament.

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Chao Zhao has already obtained the consent of her master. The next step is to defeat her three senior brothers one by one. The easiest one to conquer first is naturally her third senior brother!

Then, on a clear morning, on the usually silent mountain peak, the sound of Chao Zhao's ghostly howling was heard.

"Third Brother! How can I live without you?"

"You must go with me. You and I are the only ones in the sect who meet the age requirement, woooo!"

"Brother, you know, I lost my parents when I was young—"

But at this moment, Rong Jizhi was unable to move forward.

Although he no longer studies poisons, he unexpectedly became interested in the medical profession. Therefore, in addition to the field of poisonous flowers in front of the cave entrance, he also opened up a separate medicinal field in the distance.

When Chao Zhao came to see him, he was observing the growth of the medicinal field.

Before he could ask about the situation, Chao Zhao pounced on him like a tiger, wrapped his legs around his waist, grabbed two tufts of his hair with both hands, and chanted in his ear like a monk for half an hour.

When Rong Jizhi heard the words 'I lost my parents when I was young', he finally couldn't help it. The veins on his forehead jumped. He gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up," despite the pain of his scalp being torn.

Then he skillfully pulled Chao Zhao off his body in a few moves.

Pinching Chao Zhao's shoulders and making her stand still in front of him, Rong Jizhi sighed helplessly: "I promise you."

"Great!!!"

Hearing this, Chao Zhao jumped up with joy, and even Rong Jizhi couldn't control her.

His already thin figure swayed because of Chao Zhao's actions, causing Chao Zhao to stop nervously.

"Third Brother..." She looked complicated, hesitant to speak, "Are you so fragile?"

Rong Jizhi: “…”

He suffered from boiling blood and had been trapped in a dark cave for years, rarely going out for exercise. Even though he had the innate strong physique of a demon, he still had this frail body over the years.

Facing Chao Zhao's inexplicable loving gaze, Rong Jizhi's face turned slightly pale.

He gritted his teeth, and the words almost popped out one by one: "... Junior sister, don't worry, senior brother will practice well."

In his calm sea of ​​consciousness, the long-lost desire to win was aroused by the gaze of his junior sister. This feeling made Rong Jizhi feel strange and familiar.

Chao Zhao saw that her senior brother's expression suddenly looked strange and decided to save his face.

"It's okay, Third Brother. Medical practitioners have always had poor physical strength. You are already very impressive."

After she finished speaking, she patted her chest and promised, "Senior Brother is a support, I am a swordsman, I will definitely protect you!"

Rong Jizhi's face suddenly darkened: "You'd better stop talking."

"......oh."

Chao Zhao responded in confusion.

Then her senior brother stuffed a bunch of pills into her arms.

"Since you want to participate, then prepare well. There is not much time left. You should practice well these days. These will be beneficial to your practice."

Zhao Zhao: “…”

Before she could say anything, she saw her senior brother rushing back to his East Palace, his steps were so fast that he almost flew.

This was the first time Chao Zhao saw her third senior brother so motivated.

She opened her mouth in surprise, and finally could only say dryly: "...Third Brother, I won't practice today, I still have to go to Yujing City to find the eldest and second brothers!"