The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian's friends united closely and made every effort to prepare for the uprising.

There was one thing that gave He Er and the others a headache! Fatty Huang had become his old self again after eating so much, looking plump and slightly funny.

He was the first to put forward his opinion!

"Hey, He Er, you're just talking about uprising! There aren't many people here who are willing to resist! What should we do?"

Dahei was holding his cheek with a worried look on his face! His cultivation was not very high to begin with, so he really couldn't do much in a team battle, but if he was asked to get information, that was no problem, first-rate! Professional!

"Yes! The city lords are more powerful than us, but there are so many masters in Xiangzhou, how can we be their opponents!"

He Er pursed his lips and said nothing. How could she not understand? Many questions were swirling in her mind!

Will Baidi help his father-in-law to deal with the rebels?

If he were to take action, the rebels would be better off surrendering directly. After all, Baidi was of a very high level of cultivation and was not on the same level at all.

He Er and others sat together and counted the generals of Xiangzhou. They found that there was no one who could compete with Baidi, and they couldn't help but worry.

At the same time, Chu Wan Ning was besieged in Xiangzhou and was in a difficult situation. Now there was another incident of a matchmaking incident, and Xiangzhou was simply a vortex of battlefield!

Although Fu Qian seemed calm and composed on the surface, he was actually extremely anxious inside.

As Chu Wan Ning's Taoist partner, Fu Qian's mood was extremely complicated at this time. Seeing his lover trapped in a dilemma, but being unable to do anything, his heart was filled with deep self-blame and pain.

He clearly realized that due to his limited cultivation, it was difficult for him to provide sufficient assistance to Chu Wan Ning at the critical moment. This sense of frustration made him angry and depressed, and he even began to doubt his own value and the meaning of his existence.

However, Fu Qian was not discouraged.

He knew that if he wanted to successfully rescue Chu Wan Ning, he had to quickly improve his own cultivation. Therefore, he resolutely chose to close the door to visitors, concentrate on cultivation, and devote himself to the endless and arduous practice.

During this period, Fu Qian worked day and night, completely ignoring his physical and mental fatigue and hunger, hoping to break through his own limits as soon as possible. During the years of seclusion, he kept swallowing various kinds of elixirs, trying to use the power of these elixirs to accelerate the improvement of his cultivation realm.

Every time he breaks through a bottleneck with great difficulty, the pleasure brought by the improvement in strength will make him ecstatic! However, behind this is the hardship and sacrifice that ordinary people can hardly imagine - a huge price!

As his realm continued to rise, his body began to undergo strange changes. But at this moment, the obsession of becoming stronger had taken over, leaving him no time to care about his own condition, and he only thought about how to break through himself faster.

On this thorny road of cultivation, Fu Qian encountered countless setbacks and difficulties. His body developed strong side effects due to long-term use of elixirs, and his originally strong heart became increasingly fragile under the torture of pain.

Finally, at a critical moment, Fu Qian fell into the brink of going crazy. He could not suppress the surging blood in his heart, so he decided to go to the suburbs with a long sword, hoping to calm his restless mood by indulging in swordsmanship.

However, the opposite happened. The more he swung his sword, the more out of control his emotions became. He couldn't stop at all. Just as his blood and qi were running wild like a wild horse, impacting his meridians, a mysterious immortal suddenly appeared at the critical moment!

The immortal moved lightly and gracefully, easily grasping Fu Qian's wrist and injecting a stream of pure spiritual power into his body. In an instant, Fu Qian felt his mind as clear as water, and his out-of-control rationality returned to normal in an instant.

After he came to his senses, he quickly looked up at the person in front of him.

I saw that the immortal exuded an intoxicating immortal aura, his figure was elegant and graceful, and he was holding a whisk in his hand.

Fu Qian bent over, supported his hands on his knees, gasped heavily, and asked intermittently:

"You...who are you?"

The immortal smiled and replied softly:

"I am the Bodhi Immortal."

Hearing this name, Fu Qian was startled. He immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to the immortal. It turned out that this Bodhi Immortal was an old friend of He Zhiwei. He really didn't expect to meet him here.

Fu Qian bowed deeply and said respectfully:

"Junior Fu Qian, I pay my respects to the Immortal Bodhi!"

As he spoke, his mind couldn't help but reflect on the time when he first met He Zhiwei. Fu Qian's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Excuse me, senior, do you know He Zhiwei?"

Immortal Bodhi nodded slightly to show his affirmation, and said slowly:

"Of course I know her. He Zhiwei and I once had a deep friendship. She is an extremely outstanding woman with firm beliefs and is very persistent in what she seeks."

When Fu Qian heard this, he was overwhelmed with emotions, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moment when Chu Wanning and he said goodbye to He Zhiwei.

He sighed deeply and murmured to himself:

"That's true..."

Seeing this, Immortal Bodhi raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and asked softly:

"And how did you know about my relationship with He Zhiwei?"

Fu Qian calmed himself down and told Immortal Bodhi the whole story, but he intentionally concealed specific information about the Qingyun Continent, including its name and location.

Upon hearing this, Bodhi Immortal burst into laughter.

"This is fate! It's just that you have been in the fairyland for so long, I didn't expect that we would meet here."

The Bodhi Immortal said:

"Why are you in such a bad mood?"

Fu Qian lowered his head, his voice filled with guilt:

"My Taoist companion is now trapped in Xiangzhou... I am just too worried about Chu Wan Ning. I want to become stronger quickly to protect her."

The Bodhi Immortal sighed:

"I understand your intentions, but the path of cultivation is not achieved overnight. You need to calm down and adjust your mentality and breathing."

Fu Qian nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Immortal Bodhi continued: "You already have a foundation in swordsmanship, but it still needs to be strengthened. I can teach you advanced swordsmanship and mental skills to help you make good use of your own strength."

Fu Qian was overjoyed when he heard this. He kowtowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, senior! I am willing to follow you and study hard!"

Immortal Bodhi smiled and stroked his beard, nodded his agreement, and then began to teach Fu Qian more advanced sword skills and mental methods.

With the careful guidance of the Bodhisattva, Fu Qian's swordsmanship and mental skills have made great progress.

He can not only control his own power with ease, but also remain calm and clear-headed in fierce battles.