The Good-for-Nothing's Counterattack: Full-time Spiritual Master

The eerie and mysterious Tingshui Abyss was filled with a disgusting stench, and dark green light flickered on the surrounding stone walls.

An Ci Ye leaned half his body against the stone pillar. Countless demon snakes around him were spitting out their tongues and making hissing sounds. Demon scorpions were waving their pincers and making creepy friction sounds as they crawled on the ground.

"Goodbye, goodbye." A soft voice broke the silence.

An Ci Ye slowly opened his eyes and saw a head popping out of the wall.

An Ci Ye was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "How did you get in?"

This place is heavily guarded and filled with dangerous poisonous creatures, so ordinary people cannot get close at all.

Qinglan waved his hands proudly and said with a grin, "I have a small pavilion. I tore through the space here to get in."

An Ci Ye frowned slightly: "It's dirty here, get out quickly."

Qinglan waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, just wash it and it will be clean, just follow me first."

As she said that, she reached out to pull An Ci Ye.

An Ci Ye raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes: "You want to take me out of prison?"

Qinglan pouted and said confidently: "This is not called jailbreaking. It's called jailbreaking if you commit a crime. We didn't commit any crime, so it doesn't count."

An Ciye raised his lips slightly and said jokingly, "Aren't you afraid that Nalan Yan will hit you?"

Qinglan pulled him up confidently, saying firmly, "No, brother never hits me."

An Ci Ye shook his head and refused: "No, I can't go out before the time comes."

Qinglan looked puzzled and asked persistently, "Why?"

An Ci Ye slowly raised his hand, revealing a pair of red handcuffs on it, and looked somewhat helpless: "I can't use my magic energy."

These handcuffs were specially made to seal his magic power, making it impossible for him to break free.

"I'll do it." Qinglan jumped down without any hesitation.

The water instantly reached her knees, and a chill spread from the soles of her feet.

All the poisonous creatures in the water seemed to have smelled the scent of prey and swam towards her.

The demon snake twisted its body at an extremely fast speed, and the demon scorpion also waved its pincers, ready to attack.

Seeing this, An Ci Ye frowned and shouted, "Go up quickly."

Qing Lan looked down at the poisonous snakes and scorpions, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "Get out of here, or I'll roast you and eat you."

She exuded a powerful aura that was even more terrifying than these poisonous creatures.

Perhaps frightened by the aura she exuded, the poisonous creatures all stayed away from her.

An Ci Ye was a little confused, but he didn't ask, just looked at her quietly.

Qing Lan seemed to see through his confusion and said proudly, "Because I am more poisonous than them."

An Ci Ye looked at her and shook his head: "You can't open it." These handcuffs were specially made by the Netherworld Palace and are extremely sturdy.

pat!

The crisp sound broke the tense atmosphere.

The handcuffs were actually opened by Qinglan.

Qinglan and Anciye looked at each other.

Qinglan chuckled, looking proud: "I have the authority to open everything in all places in the Nether Palace."

An Ci Ye rubbed his sore wrist and said, "Aren't you afraid that Nalan Yan will be angry?"

Qinglan shook his head nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? I'll take you to get revenge."

An Ci Ye was slightly stunned: "Huh? What revenge?" He couldn't figure out what revenge Qing Lan was talking about.

Qinglan said seriously: "Look for my brother, and we can work together."

An Ci Ye couldn't help but chuckle: "Look up."

"Hmm?" Qinglan looked up subconsciously.

Nalan Yan appeared above him without knowing when, and asked with a smile: "Who do you want to take revenge on?"

Qinglan suddenly felt guilty, with an awkward smile on his face: "Hi, what a coincidence, brother, you are here too."

After a while.

An Ci Ye was tied back to his original position, while Qing Lan was hung in the air with his limbs tightly bound by ropes.

Qinglan shouted angrily: "It's all your fault. Why didn't you remind me earlier that he was coming?"

An Ci Ye looked at her helplessly: "You can blame me for this."

The long river of time flows slowly, and a hundred years pass by like a flash.

On this day, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves and shines into the quiet valley.

An Ci Ye and Qing Lan sat side by side on a huge rock by the stream.

An Ci Ye frowned slightly, breaking the silence: "Qingqing, do you think I should cultivate the divine vein or the demon vein?"

Qing Lan was slightly startled, and looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "Have you mastered the cultivation?"

An Ci Ye nodded gently: "Yeah."

Qinglan thought for a moment and said slowly: "It depends on whether you want to become a god or a demon."

An Ci Ye's mouth corners slightly raised, and he looked at her with burning eyes: "What do you want me to be?"

Qinglan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Whether you are from the God Clan or the Demon Clan, you are still my friend."

An Ci Ye couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, there's no difference." He paused, then said: "Then let me ask you another question, do you like gold or red?"

Qinglan subconsciously looked at the bracelet that An Ci Ye gave her. It was a bracelet woven with red silk thread and inlaid with small golden gems. It was extremely exquisite.

She raised her eyes, her eyes moving: "Isn't it obvious?"

An Ci Ye looked at her, his eyes full of smiles: "Obviously."

However, after only a few days, Qinglan noticed that something was wrong with An Ci Ye.

She frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "How come your cultivation is suddenly so much higher than mine?"

An Ci Ye said calmly: "Please probe inside me."

Qinglan followed his instructions and carefully probed his spiritual sense into his body, but was shocked to find that of the two meridians in An Ci Ye's body, only the Demonic Vein was left, and the position of the former Spiritual Vein was also firmly occupied by the Demonic Vein.

Qinglan looked at him in disbelief: "Have you given up your divine vein?"

An Ci Ye was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and then took out a bead emitting strange light from the space ring and handed it to her, saying softly: "A birthday gift for you."

Qinglan was slightly stunned, took the beads, and said helplessly: "You have given me so many things."

Every year on her birthday, An Ci Ye would carefully prepare gifts, and she almost had more than she could use up.

An Ci Ye's eyes were gentle: "You must carry this with you."

Qinglan played with the beads gently and exclaimed: "It's quite beautiful."

An Ci Ye hesitated for a moment and said, "Qingqing, do you want to stay with me for a while?"

Qinglan refused without thinking: "No, I want to go to the God Realm."

An Ciye's expression changed slightly: "What are you doing in the God Realm?"

Qinglan explained: "My magic veins have been cultivated to perfection, but my divine veins are still a little short of maturity. I can't cultivate them in the demon world."