Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Four days later, Xing Mingzi took out a golden magic ball from the treasure room of Xingyue Pavilion and placed it in front of the gate of Luoyang Mountain.

As soon as the golden magic ball landed on the ground, it grew from small to large, from a round sphere to a huge spirit boat. The disciples who were standing in front of the mountain gate and watching all showed expressions of surprise and inexperience.

The magic tools in this world are divided into four grades: immortal, saint, spirit and mortal. The four grades are further divided into high, medium and low levels based on their quality and practical value.

Among them, most of the ordinary magic tools are auxiliary tools for storage, durability, etc., represented by magic tools such as space bags or space rings. The tough and sharp but non-spiritual swords used by some outer disciples are also included.

Spiritual instruments are mostly various instruments used by various cultivators in conjunction with their cultivation methods, among which the spiritual swords used by sword cultivators and the alchemy furnaces used by pharmacists are the most representative. Their main characteristics are that they are spiritual and can exert different strengths according to the cultivator's own cultivation.

Most holy artifacts have subjective spiritual consciousness that can automatically defend and attack, and even combine multiple functions into one, so it does not need to consume too much spiritual power of the cultivator to control it. Some high-level holy artifacts also have the consciousness of recognizing their master, and they will only follow one master for their entire life.

Immortal magic tools are the evolution of holy magic tools, and are also legendary versions. The subjective consciousness of the magic tools has wisdom comparable to that of humans, and even has its own form, and can communicate with the master and fight side by side. However, this kind of magic tool mostly exists in legends, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

The golden magic ball that Xing Mingzi took out today was a low-level magic weapon of the third category, called the Spiritual Sea Seven-Star Holy Boat, and it was also the most advanced magic weapon in the Sanyuan Sect. It had the capabilities of attack, defense, accommodation, invisibility, and long-term travel, and was simply an aircraft carrier.

In order to save face for Sanyuan Sect, Xing Mingzi took out all of Sanyuan Sect's capital.

Jiang Tingwan stood on the steps, looking at the golden spaceship in front of him, his eyes almost popped out. The setting he wrote with just a few strokes turned out to be so shocking after it became a reality.

Gu Qingman, who was standing aside, glanced at Jiang Tingwan's expression and felt both contempt and anger. It was originally agreed that she would lead ten disciples to Qinghuai City to participate in the trial conference, and she should be the one to show off her power.

But no one knows what Jiang Tingwan said to the head master that made him change his mind. Not only did he want to go down the mountain himself, he also asked Jiang Tingwan to accompany him, and even brought Wen Bushian along.

He clearly knew that Wen Bumian was being hunted by his own disciples, but he still wanted him to go with the disciples of Sanyuan Sect. Isn't this clearly an attempt to drag Sanyuan Sect into the dispute?

Thinking of this, she, who had changed from a traveler to a mountain guard, could only look at her senior brother on the steps with extreme confusion. Today, he was dressed simply and was wrapped in a huge cloak, so her expression could not be seen clearly.

The bright sunshine shining on his body seemed to bring her back to today a hundred years ago, when the sun was also so bright that day and she was still an innocent girl at that time.

The outstanding senior brother was her idol and the idol of the entire sect. She had been looking up to him like this that day. His face was full of a confident smile and he was full of vigor and vitality, just like these young disciples.

But today, although he was still standing there, nothing about him was the same. She seemed to have just noticed that her senior brother had become a completely different person.

Why? She searched for the answer to this question in her heart, but to no avail.

"Master, rest assured. I will not bring shame to you on this trip! Please wait for our good news."

Meng Ziyuan, who walked up to her, interrupted Gu Qingman's thoughts. Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang also walked up and said goodbye at the same time.

Gu Qingman glanced at his three disciples, then at Mu Yunzhong beside Jiang Tingwan, and sighed inwardly. He immediately became stern and taught them a lesson: "You are participating in the Trial Conference for the reputation of the sect. I don't care where you put your mind at other times, but once you leave the mountain gate, the ten of you will be one. We will all prosper together and suffer together."

Meng Ziyuan raised his head in astonishment. He did not expect his master to say this before leaving. He immediately lowered his head guiltily, "Disciple understands."

"Go!"

Seeing that Meng Ziyuan understood what she meant, Gu Qingman nodded and motioned for him to follow everyone on board.

Meng Ziyuan felt ashamed after being taught a lesson for no reason. He immediately turned around and left, walking in front of Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang.

Mo Shaoyu bowed and followed. Mo Shaoyang on the side only dared to look up slightly at his master.

But it was precisely because of this glance that Gu Qingman seemed to have thought of something and called out to him, "Shao Yang!"

"What are your orders, master?"

"Ziyuan is arrogant. He has lost the limelight at the hands of Mu Yunzhong several times in a row, so he must be unwilling to accept it. Among the three of you, you are the most stable. Keep an eye on him and don't let him do anything stupid."

Although Gu Qingman was instructing Mo Shaoyang, her eyes were looking in the direction of Meng Ziyuan. Mo Shaoyang, who had long been accustomed to this, still had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he still replied obediently, "Yes! Master!"

He was about to turn around after saying this, but after carefully looking at Gu Qingman again, he couldn't help but call out, "Master!"

"what happened?"

Mo Shaoyang bowed his waist slightly, as if he mustered up the courage to speak, "After the departure of the head master, the sect affairs are busy, and the disciples are not around, so please take care of yourself, Master."

Hearing this, Gu Qingman's previous depressed mood turned into a kind of relief. After a slight smile, he said, "You are so thoughtful! Go up quickly."

After saying that, Mo Shaoyang bowed again and turned around to catch up with the main force.

Gu Qingman watched her three disciples walking towards the spirit boat. When she came to her senses, she found that Jiang Tingwan, who was not far away, had been looking at her for a long time, as if he was watching a play.

"What are you looking at?" she asked angrily. He was angry when he saw her. If it weren't for her, he would be the one going down the mountain.

"Hehehe...nothing?" Jiang Tingwan laughed, looking like a bystander who sees everything clearly but doesn't point it out. If she remembered correctly, when she wrote this paragraph, she had buried a hidden emotional line for Mo Shaoyang.

The object of his secret crush was none other than Gu Qingman, the petty-minded master of Sanyuan Sect who only envied, hated and envied his own senior sister.

Alas, it's a pity that I stopped writing so quickly, and I haven't figured out how to write Gu Qingman's attitude after she found out about this relationship. Is it acceptance after all the difficulties? Or is it anger that sticks to morality?

Before, these plots were just cold texts, but when you watch the drama yourself, it really has a different flavor.

"What are you laughing at, Master?"

Jiang Tingwan ignored Gu Qingman's question and walked straight past her, but Mu Yunzhong, who was following him, asked the question again.

"Yeah, what are you laughing at?" Wen Bumian appeared on the other side and asked the same question.

Jiang Tingwan looked back and forth at the two people beside him, only to see that they were both staring at him with curiosity. They even glanced at Gu Qingman behind him, and then glanced at Mo Shaoyang in front of him, as if they were trying to find signs on them that would make Jiang Tingwan happy.

Jiang Tingwan felt as embarrassed as if he was caught doing something bad, and was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that he was laughing at the fact that Mo Shaoyang liked Gu Qingman, right?

"Uh..." Then, after a long tail tone, she said vaguely, "I am laughing at the fact that some people can see clearly from the sidelines, while others are confused by the situation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them understood instantly, and actually looked at Mo Shaoyang who was walking in front of them at the same time, and simultaneously pulled the same smile at the corners of their mouths.

Jiang Tingwan was shocked by their synchronized reactions. Could it be that they had noticed it too?

However, what made her even more confused was Wen Bumian's next words, "I think there are more than one person who is confused by the authorities."

After Wen Bumian finished speaking, he glanced at Mu Yunzhong who was standing beside him. Then, after a loud laugh, he strode forward and boarded the spirit boat in a cool manner.

"What does he mean?"

Jiang Tingwan failed to understand the meaning of Wen Bumian's words and could only look at Mu Yunzhong beside him in confusion for the answer.

When Mu Yun was asked, she faced those sincere and extremely doubtful eyes, and she felt indescribably blocked in her heart. Even though he was staring at her so seriously, she did not evade or flinch at all, and her eyes were full of calmness.

Did she really just treat herself as a disciple?

Realizing this, Mu Yun finally felt inexplicably unhappy, his expression darkened instantly, he withdrew his gaze, and said angrily: "Disciple doesn't know either!"

After saying that, he boarded the boat first.

Jiang Tingwan was slightly stunned when he realized that Mu Yun was unhappy, and then he panicked instantly. He stood there and looked for help in the air.

Is he angry?

I am not wrong, right?

What is he angry about?

Who messed with him again?

Oh my God!

All the disciples in the sect have boarded the spirit boat, leaving only himself and Cang Shuzi behind him.

Jiang Tingwan, who felt confused, complained in his heart and hurriedly followed him: Hey, hey! I just made a promise to someone, Mu Yunzhong, please don't make trouble for me!

Thinking of Wen Bumian's words that he would kill Mu Yunzhong if he found anything strange about him, Jiang Tingwan felt uneasy and hurriedly boarded the boat, just wanting to catch up with him and see if the number above his head appeared.