Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

"The sect is selecting disciples to attend the trial meeting today. I have signed up. Master, would you like to come and see?"

Mu Yunzhong's voice came from outside the house early in the morning. Jiang Tingwan, who was still sleepy, thought it was time for dinner. Did he sleep until the evening?

I woke up with a start, but saw that it was bright and sunny outside. Is it morning?

Jiang Tingwan finally reacted to Mu Yunzhong's words. He quickly put on his clothes and shoes, and stumbled to open the door.

"Go! Why not?"

Jiang Tingwan was still sorting out her clothes when she said this. Now Mu Yun was no longer surprised to see her so casual.

"Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday?"

Jiang Tingwan tidied up while walking outside.

"This is also my first time participating in the selection. I only found out today that there are a total of ten places for the trial conference. In addition to Junior Sister Mu who is in the Transformation Realm, Senior Brother Meng who is in the late Jindan stage, and the two Senior Brothers Mo, the remaining six places have been issued to outer disciples. Senior Brother Lin and I need to compete with them on an equal footing."

"Aren't there places for the trial conference that anyone who is in the Jindan stage can be exempted from the test? Isn't Lin Shuyu going to break through?" Jiang Tingwan asked as they walked.

Mu Yun finally answered every question: "Senior Brother Lin said that he had just achieved a breakthrough not long ago and is willing to participate in the competition and win a place based on his strength."

"Isn't this idle?" Jiang Tingwan complained subconsciously.

Although it is possible that a cultivator who has just broken through may lose to someone one level lower than him due to differences in combat skills and cultivation secrets, the Jindan stage is considered to be the critical period for cultivators, and it is not just a simple statement.

There is indeed a world of difference between a breakthrough and not breaking through, which is also an important reason why Sanyuan Sect uses whether or not one has formed a pill as the criterion for becoming an inner disciple.

"What about you? With your current strength, you can just tell them. Do you still need to do anything?"

Jiang Tingwan realized this.

Mu Yunzhong paused for a moment before replying, "Because Senior Brother Meng said that I missed the registration deadline, and he said that if I can last three rounds under his hands, he will add my name to the list."

"This?" Jiang Tingwan paused with a question mark on his face, "Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

Jiang Tingwan, who had just asked this question, understood immediately after seeing Mu Yunzhong's expression and asked in surprise: "You, did you do this on purpose?"

After being exposed, Mu Yun finally avoided Jiang Tingwan's sight with a sly smile.

Good boy, he wanted to fight Meng Ziyuan on purpose.

"I had no intention of getting angry with Senior Brother Meng, but Senior Brother Meng deliberately blocked my way in the name of a deadline without even asking, and even deliberately wanted to make a bet with me, so I had no choice but to do as he wished."

Mu Yunzhong's tone was extremely innocent. What could Jiang Tingwan do? He was his own apprentice, could he really turn his elbow outward?

So after sighing helplessly, he said lovingly: "However, they have bullied you for many years, and now it is time to teach them a lesson."

"Thank you for your understanding, Master!" Mu Yunzhong replied happily.

"You've already finished the fight, so why do you want me to watch it?" Jiang Tingwan thought that their fight should end after they said this.

"Didn't the disciple come here specially to ask the master to watch the battle?"

"Huh?" Jiang Tingwan was extremely confused at the moment.

"I saw that Master was really bored these days while recuperating from his illness, so after I agreed to the fight, I rushed to pick him up as soon as possible."

Jiang Tingwan couldn't help but smile in surprise after hearing this. He was quite thoughtful. He was indeed a bit bored these days, and now it was not bad to have some free fun.

After saying that, Mu Yunzhong summoned out the Yuxiao Sword once again. Jiang Tingwan didn't find it strange. After all, this was Bai Wangshu's sword, not his own. Meeting it again was like the first time.

Mu Yunzhong took a look at it and deliberately said, "Since I borrowed Master's spiritual sword last time, I have never had the chance to return it to Master. I wonder if Master can lend me the sword again today."

After hearing this, Jiang Tingwan looked up at Yuxiao in the air and said, "This is my sword. Why does it look so familiar?"

So he casually replied: "Now I have no use for such a good sword, so I will give it to you. You are more suitable than the master."

Mu Yun was a little surprised by what she said, but it seemed as if he had expected her to say that. Ever since they came up from the bottom of the cliff together, he clearly felt that not only himself, but also Jiang Tingwan had become a little different.

The only thing that made him feel dissatisfied was that Jiang Tingwan really began to treat him more and more as her apprentice.

"move!"

Jiang Tingwan was the first to stand on the flying sword. She couldn't wait to watch the show. While saying this, she blinked expectantly at Mu Yunzhong.

Mu Yun, who was originally a little depressed, finally stood on the flying sword obediently, and seemed very satisfied with the current way of getting along.

After a short flight, Jiang Tingwan and the other person landed at the sword-testing field at the mountain gate. At this time, there were already many people standing inside and outside the field, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Even Cang Shuzi, Xing Mingzi and Gu Qingman were present, as if they had come specially to watch this competition.

Mu Qingge stood beside Cang Shuzi, looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Seeing Mu Yunzhong finally come back, and seeing Jiang Tingwan accompanying him, Meng Ziyuan couldn't help but sneer, "Mu Yunzhong! Don't think that I will show mercy just because you invited Master Jiang here. I said three rounds, so there will only be three rounds."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed sarcastically.

However, Cang Shuzi and Xing Mingzi, who were watching the battle on the high platform, were slightly surprised, because they saw that the person controlling the flying sword was not their junior sister, but Mu Yunzhong.

After the two landed, Mu Yun finally took the Yuxiao Sword back into his hand.

Their junior sister actually gave her Yuxiao to Mu Yunzhong?

That was Yuxiao, which was known as the twin swords of Lingxi together with Mu Xingzhi's Paiyun Sword? Since Mu Xingzhi broke off the engagement, Jiang Tingwan had never used this sword again. Now, Yuxiao Sword not only saw the light of day again, but also appeared in Mu Yunzhong's hands.

"Nephew Meng, don't be nervous. This elder is only here to watch the battle. Please do as you please."

Jiang Tingwan said this and walked towards them after taking a look at Cang Shuzi on the platform.

Given my status, I should stand with them.

"Let's do it!" Meng Ziyuan urged, holding the magic sword in his hand. All the resentment that had been robbed before must be vented today.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Yunzhong looked at the figure on the steps unmoved. Jiang Tingwan had not yet stood up, so the battle could not be over yet.

"what the hell?"

Meng Ziyuan saw him looking in the direction of Jiang Tingwan, and then he suddenly realized, "You didn't ask Uncle Jiang to open a back door for you, did you want the head uncle to look at Uncle Jiang and let you participate in the trial meeting even if you lose later!"

Meng Ziyuan's tone was full of disdain, and the people watching the game below the stage also thought this was a possibility and started to make a noise.

"Mu Yunzhong, if you are afraid, then go down and don't embarrass yourself here."

"Yes! Go down!"

The people in the audience were talking one after another, but Mu Yun remained unmoved. Only when he saw Jiang Tingwan standing still did he turn his head to look at Meng Ziyuan and spoke calmly.

"It's time to start!"

Meng Ziyuan, who was still feeling proud, suddenly looked gloomy because he saw a look of disdain in Mu Yunzhong's eyes, as if the person who would be defeated in the battle would not be him, but himself?

Feeling this emotion, Meng Ziyuan couldn't help but become serious. He thought carefully about all these years. All the disciples in the sect knew that Mu Yun was a waste who had been gathering Qi for thirteen years, but no one had ever seen him take action.

Could he be the kind of master in the storybooks who allows himself to be beaten, scolded and teased by everyone, who seems to be bullied by everyone, but in fact hides his strength among the crowd?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Meng Ziyuan quickly shook his head to wake himself up. How could it be possible? How could there be such a master who would not fight back or talk back? What's more, that person was Mu Yunzhong!

If he really is that kind of person, Meng Ziyuan will swallow up the platform under his feet!

Meng Ziyuan had just come to his senses when Mu Yunzhong's eyes opposite him suddenly became fierce. The spiritual sword in his hand was infused with spiritual power and stabbed towards him. As soon as he raised the sword to block, the man opposite him flashed in front of him at a speed beyond his imagination.

Just as Meng Ziyuan raised the sword to his chest, he was caught off guard and Mu Yunzhong, who was passing by, flicked his fingers lightly. He felt the sword in his hand vibrate as if the earth was cracking and the mountain was collapsing. The arm holding the sword became numb instantly, and the magic sword fell to the ground weakly.

By the time he reacted and turned around to respond, Mu Yunzhong's sword was already on his shoulder.

The audience suddenly fell into deathly silence. From their perspective, Mu Yun finally defeated Meng Ziyuan in the instant he rushed over.

This shouldn't even be half a round.

"You lost! Junior Brother Meng!" Mu Yun finally faced each other with swords held high, tilted his head slightly and revealed a smile of victory.

"No! Impossible! You cheated!" Meng Ziyuan stepped back repeatedly and refused to admit the result.

"So many people have seen it, Junior Brother Meng, please be careful with your words!"

"No!" Meng Ziyuan looked at the people below the stage in panic. Even Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang looked incredulous.

"I wasn't ready! You took advantage of me when I was not prepared." Meng Ziyuan kept thinking back to the moment just now. Only this reason could explain why he lost to Mu Yunzhong.

"Junior brother, do you mean to compete again?"

Mu Yun finally put away his sword and looked at Meng Ziyuan indifferently.

But Meng Ziyuan blushed because of this. Losing to Mu Yunzhong was already embarrassing enough, and not being able to afford to lose would only be more embarrassing.

In the moment of embarrassment, Gu Qingman on the high platform finally spoke, "If you lose, you lose. He can defeat you in an instant when you are not prepared, which means he is already superior to you."

Hearing Gu Qingman's words, everyone was shocked. When did that waste from Sanyuan Sect have such strength? They all looked at the man on the stage in disbelief.

I don’t know if it was because of the influence of this competition, but those who originally laughed at Mu Yunzhong actually began to doubt themselves at this moment:

How could I have thought, all those years ago, that this high-spirited and unfathomable young man was such a complete waste?

What went wrong?