Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 74 Ghost King: You Want a Wife or Not
For Zhang Xiaofan, whether it was the Qingyun Sect or the Ghost King Sect, or the idea that good and evil cannot coexist, he felt that they had nothing to do with him.

All he wanted was to become an immortal and make up for all his regrets.

Only with increasingly stronger strength can we protect everything around us and the people around us.

Therefore, he can join the Ghost King Sect, but definitely not now. He must dispel the Ghost King's vigilance before he can obtain the Heavenly Book.

Moreover, he had just obtained the first volume of the Heavenly Book and needed to comprehend it, so he did not need the second volume for the time being.

After everything is done, go to the Ghost King Sect and get the second volume of the Heavenly Book.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Biyao and said firmly:

"Biyao, I am a disciple of the righteous path. Good and evil cannot coexist. I will never join the evil sect like the Ghost King Sect and associate with your evil sect."

"Humph!" Bi Yao frowned slightly when she heard this, and snorted coldly:

"Your righteousness is no less sinful than our holy religion."

"When good and evil were fighting, your god-like ancestors showed no mercy to us, and even spared no one, including the elderly, the weak, women and children."

Zhang Xiaofan heard this and said:

"If you don't remove the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze. No matter if it's your demon sect or our righteous sect, if we let one go, they will become a threat in the future and threaten the safety of those around us."

"All of this is just the law of the jungle."

When Bi Yao heard this, she crossed her arms and thought of her mother and grandmother who were killed by the evil monk Pu Fang from Tianyin Temple. She said:

"You bunch of righteous shits are only good at putting on a good show. I pointed out a clear path for you to join the Ghost King Sect but you refused to go. You, pissed me off to death."

Having said this, Bi Yao walked straight into the distance and turned back to say:

"Humph, if we meet again someday, I'll be the first to take your head."

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Biyao's beautiful back and said with a smile:

"And take my head? I hope you won't protect me then."

"Hmph!" Bi Yao snorted coldly and walked further away.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Bi Yao who was leaving, knowing that she would not really leave, but would probably follow him from a distance.

After all, this is a complete love-brained person who can sacrifice his life for love.

However, it’s great that the person you’re in love with is yourself.

Since Bi Yao did so much for him, Zhang Xiaofan swore that he would never let Bi Yao die.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha.

Then, the next stop would be to go to Xiaoliu, the six-tailed fox next to the Full Moon Well. By then, he would refine the fire stick with blood again and add the second level of body purity. His magic power would be far superior to those of his peers. Even if it took Youji hundreds of years to reach the upper purity realm, he would not be afraid.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan carried the giant golden hand on his shoulder, stepped on the fire stick, and flew towards the sky.

At this time, Bi Yao came out of Shaolin and snorted:

"Humph, idiot, I'm angry, but you didn't even bother to come find me."

"Since you don't want to look for me, I can just follow you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sad flower on Bi Yao's wrist grew bigger and flew into the air. She lightly jumped on it and hung far behind her.

...

After flying for a few days, Zhang Xiaofan found a tea stall in front of him. He thought of something and flew downwards.

Zhang Xiaofan went straight to a table and sat down, then shouted:
"Boss, give me a pot of tea!"

"Okay!" the boss responded and quickly brought a pot of tea.

Zhang Xiaofan gave the waiter a meaningful look, and the waiter shuddered in his heart, as if he had been seen through.

"Waiter, there's no poison in this tea, right?"

Zhang Xiaofan stared at the boss and said with a smile.

The boss's eyes trembled, his body tensed, and he said:

"Sir, you are joking. I'm just running a small business and have been here for many years. How dare I poison someone?" "Haha, go ahead!" Zhang Xiaofan smiled, then poured out a cup of tea, examined it carefully, and then drank it all.

He could tell at a glance that the tea stall owner had some cultivation, but it was not high, and his aura was not right. He must be a disciple of the Demon Sect.

After Zhang Xiaofan took a sip of tea and put down the bowl, he found a middle-aged man standing in front of him, looking at him quietly.

The man was dressed in black, had a sturdy build, and black hair draped over his shoulders. Although he had a smile on his face, he had a sense of dignity and was intimidating without even getting angry.

Ghost King!

It seems that he came here to test and observe his future son-in-law for his daughter.

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly thought of a sentence from his previous life: Lao Xu, do you want a wife? If you do, I will give her to you.

At this moment, the Ghost King said: Zhang Xiaofan, do you want a wife or not? If you want one, I will give you my daughter...

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said:
"It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Guests are welcome. Please take a seat, big brother."

"Okay, sorry to bother you then." The Ghost King responded and sat down.

The Ghost King picked up the teapot, poured a bowl for Zhang Xiaofan, then poured a bowl for himself, and then said:

"Young brother is a disciple of Qingyun Sect."

"Nonsense!" Zhang Xiaofan spat and said:

"I am wearing the Qingyun disciple robes and I look full of vigor and energy, so of course I am a Qingyun disciple."

When the Ghost King heard this, he raised his thick eyebrows. With his current status, this was the first time someone dared to speak to him in that way. He wanted to slap the other person to death.

However, thinking of his daughter Biyao, he was open-minded and endured it.

Then, the Ghost King picked up the big bowl and said:

"My little brother, you are right. However, our meeting is fate. Would you like to drink this cup with me?"

"Of course!" Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile. He was just in a spur of the moment and knew that the Ghost King would not kill him, so he said some nonsense and cursed his future father-in-law first.

Otherwise, you will have to be more reserved after marrying Bi Yao in the future. Let me just curse you now.

However, he did not dare to continue scolding the other party. After all, the person in front of him was the leader of the Ghost King Sect, who was cruel and ruthless, and his subordinates had shed countless blood.

After saying that, Zhang Xiaofan shared a bowl with the other party and drank it all in one gulp.

The Ghost King drank the tea in one gulp and said:

"Haha... that's great, little brother!"

Then, the Ghost King asked, "May I ask your name, little brother?"

"Zhang Xiaofan." Zhang Xiaofan replied, then asked knowingly:
"Excuse me, what is this big brother's name?"

The Ghost King looked at Zhang Xiaofan quietly and said:

"My last name is Wan, and my character is "Cao" (Renwang)."

"Ten thousand people?" Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment and murmured:
"Although there are thousands of people, I am going!"

"One sword among ten thousand, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I have one sword that can kill them all!"

"Your name has the same meaning as that of one of our deceased elders."

"Wan Jianyi...haha..." The Ghost King suddenly laughed, with admiration in his eyes, and said:

"Your deceased predecessor Wan Jianyi was indeed a talented person. It's a pity that God is jealous of his talent... Hey..."

As he spoke, he and Zhang Xiaofan drank another bowl together.

Zhang Xiaofan drank the tea in the big bowl in one gulp, thinking that it was fortunate that he was a cultivator and that there was tea in the bowl.

If it were in the previous life, if I drank so much with my future father-in-law, I'm afraid in less than three quarters of an hour, both of us would be drunk on the ground, arm in arm, calling each other brother.

The Ghost King poured tea for the two again, looked at the fire stick on Zhang Xiaofan's waist, and said:
"Little brother, although I am just an acquaintance, I have also studied a little about the art of immortality. I see that your magic weapon is extraordinary. I would like to ask, is there any of your blood essence in this magic weapon?"

(End of this chapter)