Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The Demon Palace is located in a secluded corner, in a dim and quiet room. A man wearing only a shirt and long pants holds up a semi-arc-shaped barrier by himself, with his legs in a meditation posture, absorbing the clear and turbid air devoured by the Mirage Beast.

The black fog began to fade and then thickened, the color gradually becoming darker and thicker. The surface of the skin was covered with layer upon layer of demonic aura, and the man's body and face were completely immersed in it.

The inside and outside of the barrier were all engulfed in darkness, but the person involved was calm and composed, not disturbed by the outside environment at all.

This little bit of energy is of little use. It is not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth, and it is far from being a complete entity from head to toe.

Those Soul-Born Mirage Beasts have not been successfully refined yet, and we have to wait day after day...

There are three ways to help him quickly shorten the process. First: repeat the fate of the previous life and absorb the magic power of Taowu. Second: strip the power of the demon god and replace it with the original owner. Third: use the method of dual cultivation and receive rain and dew with the master.

There is no need for him to say much about the Master's physique. He himself is a walking tonic pill for cultivation.

He did not interrupt the Mirage Beast. Even if it was not for his ultimate goal, he could still give Mo Qianyu a headache for a while.

This was the first surprise gift he had given him.

He cannot take over Taowu's magical power for the time being, not to mention that he is now in the form of a soul and cannot bear it at all. In the end, he will be backfired and will no longer exist in this world.

He didn't want to share a body with Mo Qianyu in this life, nor did he want to be just an unknown supporting actor in his sea of ​​consciousness. He wanted to reforge a perfect body, and then use this body to live a shameless and happy life with his master.

The man felt happier the more he thought about it. They had agreed to share the time with their master equally. How many days had passed? He didn't plan to continue in the Demon Realm, did he?

As for those male succubi, he didn't plan to deal with them and he was too lazy to care about them. Anyway, as a remnant of his previous life's soul, no one could see him.

After regulating his breathing, he stared at his hands. They were no longer completely transparent, and the texture of his hands was no longer an illusory illusion compared to before.

It sounds useless, but it smells really good when used!

The man took down a dark green robe from the clothes hanger and put it on his shoulders. The wide-sleeved robe looked a bit ruffian on him, and the front and hem were forced to open wide. However, as a demon, he did not know what modesty was. He only knew that comfort was the best.

I'm going to go find Master to replenish my body, and replace Mo Qianyu at the same time.

Ever since the Mirage Beast replaced Zhang Hegui, no one has noticed anything abnormal about him, except that he has become much less talkative and usually sits behind the counter all day long. The total sales, goods purchasing, inventory checking, and silver calculations are all done by people with clear division of labor below, and he doesn't have to do it all by himself. This also creates very favorable conditions for him to take action.

The mirage poison is not only attached to one kind of cosmetics, but all the products produced by Wanjiao Pavilion are soaked with poisonous substances.

Without exception, all the cosmetics sold in the second-floor attic were completely corroded by the mirage poison.

He wanted to turn Hui'an City into a hotbed for the mirage poison, which continuously sucked away fresh lives. He wanted to turn the city that was always full of medicine into a poison city that everyone was afraid of.

In his eyes, every beautiful lady, young man or woman who came to buy rouge and powder was an excellent source of mirage poison. If he could become famous this time, the request promised by His Majesty could be fulfilled, but on the premise that success was the only option.

Bottles of the popular Jade Face Cream suddenly appeared, and this time the dose of mirage poison was six times that of the fragrant lip balm.

The toxins applied to the face have an incubation period, and usually after three days, the person who uses it will develop toxic symptoms. The wives and concubines of Master Zhao have always been frequent guests of Wanjiao Pavilion. From small things like full-face makeup to big things like dressing utensils, they are all purchased from Wanjiao Pavilion. Before the previous shopkeeper retired, they have always supported Wanjiao Pavilion, after all, it is the only time-honored brand in Hui'an City.

The maids and young ladies in the mansion, the wives and concubines, the things drawn on their eyebrows, painted on their eyes, smeared on their faces and painted on their lips, which one of them was not made by Wanjiao Pavilion?

Under the wrinkled eyelids were a pair of dark eyes filled with sinister calculations. "Zhang Hegui" watched the beauties coming and going to select and settle accounts, with a sly smile of determination on his lips.

Zhou Ming's behavior of leaving home early and returning late aroused Baili Qi's suspicion. When he questioned him face to face, Dao Lu always used the excuse of teaching new disciples to evade the question, which made Baili Qi unable to continue to pester him unreasonably.

Although Zhou Ming is not the master with the most disciples, if you add up the new and old disciples, he is indeed very busy, and it is necessary for him to go out early and come back late.

Recently, the world of cultivation has been dominated by three major factions: Yuxu Sect, Jiyue Mountain, and Sanqing Sect. Other small sects are willing to serve as background figures. In the first lesson of Liu Yong's enlightenment, he used Jiyue Mountain as an example of a villain. In order to weaken Jiyue Mountain's authority in the world of cultivation, he slandered the reputation of this sect to the new disciples.

The new disciples were stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Special emphasis was placed on the fact that Bai Luoli and the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm were actually husband and wife, and disciples were strictly admonished not to have contact or communication with the disciples of Jiyue Mountain. Of course, the Tianyan Sect had to be included.

The disciples were in an uproar. Everyone knew that good and evil were enemies. How could this famous Immortal Lord be secretly colluding with the Demon Lord?

Chu Yunze and Jiang Yuning had been down the mountain for too long, and in order to avoid being slandered by others, they had to return to the sect together.

On the day of departure, a circle of people stood at the gate of Feng Mansion. Among them, Jiang's mother and her group were the loudest. Some were carrying loads, pushing carts, and herding cattle and sheep. They all stopped and came to watch.

Wang Ying was squeezed next to a few people. She wanted to pull Jiang's mother over, but Jiang's mother shook her hand and she broke free.

Feng Ming frowned impatiently, wanting to say something but not knowing how to speak. Besides, he was not a nosy person and did not want to interfere in other people's affairs. He was qualified to discipline Jiang Yuxin, and others could do whatever they wanted. Chu Yunze was soft-hearted and could not bear to see the tearful mother and son parting, so he joined in to comfort them.

Jiang Yuning watched his second senior brother gently wiping his mother's tears with a handkerchief, then watched him turn around, squat down and hug his sister. He instantly felt that if he wanted to marry a wife, he should marry his second senior brother.

Perhaps it was because his accumulated emotions were too obvious, causing him to lose control of his facial expression. Two murderous eyes were "scraping" his flesh. He was suddenly startled, and when he turned his eyes to look, the moment his scalp suddenly tightened when his eyes met the man's cold light.

I saw my little sister's master staring at me with the eyes of a hunter hunting prey.

The string in my mind that wanted to marry my second brother as my wife snapped...

He was so scared that he almost forgot that Feng Ming was also a very petty and vengeful character, just like the Great...Demon Lord.

The young man's eyes flickered left and right, looking at the sky and the earth, but not at Chu Yunze. It was not that he didn't want to look, but he didn't dare. If he looked again, there was a possibility that the two eyes would leave him together.

Bai Luoli did not see his disciples off, but instead reminded them through the voice-transmitting jade to practice diligently and not waste time.

If you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation or a shortcoming in your swordsmanship, you can seek help from other uncles and uncles.

Master was not born as a Master; Master also started out as a disciple and came from a disciple.

Jiang's mother also learned from the maid in the mansion that her youngest son's master was staying in the mansion just like her.

"It's just that the courtyard is different. The Immortal Venerable's courtyard is in the southwest corner. It's quiet and secluded there, suitable for recuperation."

The little maidservant always answered questions. She would answer whatever Jiang's mother asked and tell her everything she knew.

When Jiang's mother heard that the Immortal Master was injured, the happy expression on her face suddenly stopped, and her face turned worried again, "Why was the Immortal Master injured, and where was the injury?"

The little maid hesitated as if Jiang's mother's question made her feel troubled. She thought for a few seconds and said, "This...I don't know either."

After he finished speaking, fearing that Jiang's mother would ask him something he shouldn't, he left in a hurry.

Wang Ying realized that the little maid had something to say but she didn't want to reveal it to them easily. Jiang's mother was a smart person and naturally knew that the maid had her own difficulties and would not say them so clearly.

The two of them walked through the corridor, crossed a stone bridge, and finally stopped in the courtyard that belonged to Bai Luoli.

The person they were looking for all along was reading a storybook on the corridor outside the door.

These storybooks were collected by Mo Qianyu and his subordinates from bookstores in the market, just for him to express his emotions and relieve his boredom.

However, the words on the cover are really embarrassing, for example: "Master is so seductive that the disciple can't control himself", "Master is so alluring, come into the arms of the disciple", "The Demon Lord Forcefully Marries the Beautiful Master", "The Romantic History of Master and Disciple", "Disciple, I don't want the Master anymore", "The Cold Master is Shy Every Night", etc. It is a series of fabricated stories about the erotic and secretive relationship between master and disciple.

Bai Luoli rubbed his temples with two fingers in circles. For him, did he really need to read storybooks? He practiced and studied every day, and he had several piles of erotic pictures.

I don't know which anonymous person wrote this book, but I'm afraid he is a disciple of a cultivator. Disciples who read this book should not accept it, as it will be common for them to betray their teachers and ancestors and commit treason in the future!

Just as he was considering how to deal with these disgusting words, a female voice came from the front and he heard it.

"Master Bai, do you still recognize me?"

The man's hands trembled as he flipped through the books. Then, with lightning speed, he flicked his sleeves and hid all the books on the table into his storage bag.

Jiang's mother and Wang Ying were stunned. He was indeed a cultivator. He didn't leave any trace at all and his reaction was so quick that it was astonishing.

Bai Luoli smiled and said softly, "Mrs. Jiang, long time no see."

The beautiful woman bowed and said, "You are too polite, Immortal Master."

Wang Ying is particularly fond of his looks. No matter whether looking from afar or up close, one can find no flaws in him.

A pot of rose tea has been brewed. This tea is specially brewed for Jiang's mother and Wang Ying. Since she became pregnant, he rarely sipped tea.

Mother Jiang picked up the teacup and looked at him with her eyes. She couldn't see where the injury was with the naked eye, so she asked with concern, "Master, I heard that you were injured. Are you feeling better now?"

He wasn't injured at all. He just had too much fun and got the baby injured.

He could only keep this sentence to himself and not tell anyone else. Bai Luoli thanked him and said, "The injury is gone. Thank you Madam Jiang for your concern."

Since nothing happened, Jiang's mother was silent for a few seconds. She then told Bai Luoli exactly what she wanted, hoping that he could come forward to resolve the issue and give justice to the innocent villagers who died tragically in Xishan Village.

Bai Luoli did not give an immediate reply because the case had been closed long ago and the identity of the murderer had not yet been confirmed.

He was not involved in the whole incident and he was not very clear about the inside story.

Is there something fishy going on? Or is this a deliberate cover-up?

Wang Ying felt bad when she brought up the past. Alas... who could have expected something like this to happen?

Obviously, Bai Luoli's ambiguous answer was not what Jiang's mother wanted.

The murderer died just like that!

This is more painful than having her heart ripped out!

She simply couldn't accept it... couldn't accept this kind of painless punishment.

Why! Why is God so blind that a good person who has done all good things in his life ends up with his body ruined and his life destroyed.

But the evildoers with blood on their hands and burdened with sins can leave in such a "dignified" way.

It was as if the corpses all over the ground were not his (her) doing.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! Ugh..."

Jiang's mother's body withered and she sat on the ground in a daze, the tears that had been swirling in her eyes suddenly burst out.

Wang Ying used her arms to support her crooked body, allowing her to vent the unspeakable pain and resentment in her heart with tears.