After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chu Xinglan expressionlessly slapped Song Ling's claws away, and when he looked up, he saw Sang Yunqi's dissatisfied look.

Sure enough, the next second, Sang Yunqi's cold voice came to my ears.

"I'll take a shower when I get home!"

Chu Xinglan felt extremely wronged, it wasn't him who asked Song Ling to touch him!

He looked at the crystal ball in front of him and looked at Sang Yunqi with some confusion.

Brother, you threw me here. What should I do now? You can't let me hang here forever, right? Don't I have any dignity?

Of course Sang Yunqi understood what he meant. He gave him a patient look and then calmly looked away.

Chu Xinglan was so angry that he rushed over and gave him two claws!

Fortunately, Song Ling's voice brought him back to his senses.

"Brother Chu, things have changed!"

Chu Xinglan looked back and saw that the color of the crystal ball had indeed changed, but unlike the others, the color of everyone else was spreading out little by little from the inside.

However, he was spreading rapidly around from the point where his front paws touched the crystal ball at an extremely fast speed.

However, in just a few seconds, the crystal ball turned into a dazzling color. Chu Xinglan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he saw a ball of fire burning in the crystal ball.

Before he could take a closer look, the crystal ball suddenly trembled, and then a flame rushed out in all directions.

For a moment, the scene was in chaos again, and everyone subconsciously stepped back, trying to avoid it.

However, because the incident happened suddenly, some disciples in the back were unaware of it and the crowd directly caused a small stampede.

Sang Yunqi narrowed his eyes, quickly formed a seal with his right hand, and shot a stream of spiritual power towards the crystal ball.

The crystal ball dimmed instantly, and Chu Xinglan, who was standing nearby, was also thrown out. Sang Yunqi reached out and grabbed him, holding him in his arms.

"It can really cause me trouble."

The words were meant to be reproachful, but there was no trace of that in the tone. Chu Xinglan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She just rolled her eyes at him and then lay obediently in his arms.

Sang Yunqi found a blind spot where everyone was not in sight and secretly stuffed the prepared roast chicken and various spiritual fruits into Chu Xinglan's storage bell.

He had roasted these just now while Chu Xinglan was at the second level. As soon as he took them out, the overbearing aroma filled the air.

Xu Zhuo, who was closest to the place, only felt a very tempting fragrance floating past his nose and then quickly disappeared, and subconsciously looked towards its source.

He saw his ancestor secretly feeding food to Chu Xinglan. Although his face still looked indifferent and distant, there was a smile in his eyes.

"..."

Xu Zhuo really couldn't bear to watch it, and quickly shifted his gaze to the audience, saying without any emotion, "Continue."

Although everyone below was extremely curious about Sang Yunqi's sudden action, no one dared to ask directly. After all, he was Venerable Xing Heng.

However, does this mean that you plan to accept Chu Xinglan as your disciple?

Many people were disappointed when they thought about this, even if they had never thought that they would have the luck to become Venerable Xing Heng’s disciple, but what if?

I don't know if Venerable Xing Heng will accept someone else after accepting Chu Xinglan? He should, because Chu Xinglan is not a human after all.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Venerable Xing Heng must understand this truth.

Thinking of this, everyone gained some confidence. After all, no one said that Venerable Xing Heng would only accept one disciple.

Only at the back of the crowd, a little girl with a face full of resentment was staring at Sang Yunqi and Chu Xinglan on the stage.

If Chu Xinglan were here, he would definitely recognize that this person is Gong Qian.

Sang Yunqi sensed a malicious gaze and looked down with a frown, but Gong Qian had retracted her gaze the previous second.

Chu Xinglan's mouth was full of oil as he ate. His unhappy mood just now disappeared. He was burping and rubbing his belly.

Thinking of the strangeness during his test, he asked Sang Yunqi with some confusion.

"What was that fire just now? And I seemed to see a ball of fire in the crystal ball, like..."

Chu Xinglan thought about it, and finally found a suitable adjective, "As if it has life."

Sang Yunqi was not surprised at all, because that was Chu Xinglan's natal fire.

There is still a difference between monsters and humans. Monsters do not care about spiritual roots, but look at the level of bloodline, thereby awakening different levels of innate skills.

As Chu Xinglan possesses the top-grade Qiongqi bloodline, it is not surprising that his natal fire is naturally spiritual.

Sang Yunqi gave him a brief explanation. Chu Xinglan didn’t quite understand it, but since it wasn’t a bad thing, he didn’t care.

Then he changed the subject.

"Do you have a disciple you like? I think Song Ling is really good. He has top-grade wood spiritual roots. Why don't you take him in?"

Chu Xinglan still had some selfish motives. If Sang Yunqi really wanted to accept a disciple and teach him, it would be necessary for him to choose someone who was to his liking and who knew the times.

As for whether Sang Yunqi can make pills, haha, he can even make flowers!

There are still quite a few animal-shaped pills in his bell. He didn’t know what kind of bad taste Sang Yunqi had.

Sang Yunqi was really speechless. He had just carried Chu Xinglan away in front of everyone. He thought everyone must understand his thoughts, but the person involved was still unaware.

It’s not that Chu Xinglan is really that slow, he still hasn’t figured out Sang Yunqi’s thoughts.

He was actually a little indignant. These people really treated him like a fool. Couldn't they just tell him directly what they wanted to do?

He is not an unreasonable person who cannot distinguish between good and evil.

So he was doing it on purpose. After saying that Song Ling didn't count, he pointed to several talented young players below and gave sincere suggestions.

"In fact, these guys are not bad. If you accept them all as your disciples, the back mountain will be more lively. Anyway, you can teach them everything, so it won't be a waste of their time. I'm sure they will be very happy."

"As for me, I want to follow Xu Zhuo so that I can see Senior Brother Chen Xiu every day."

Xu Zhuo, who heard the conversation between the two clearly, almost jumped up in fright.

Especially Sang Yunqi's murderous look, which made him feel cold to the core.

But Chu Xinglan pretended to know nothing and looked at Xu Zhuo with concern.

"Master, are you okay?"

Xu Zhuo looked at Sang Yunqi's restless hands and alarm bells rang in his mind.

If he was beaten away by the ancestor in front of so many people, he would have to give up his position as the head of the sect. He couldn't afford to lose this face.

He hurriedly said to Chu Xinglan.

"Xinglan, if you really want to become a disciple, it's better to become a disciple of our ancestor."

"We are not very knowledgeable and don't know much about the cultivation methods of the demon race, so we can't guide you."

"The ancestor is different. There is nothing in this world that he doesn't know. Moreover, if you take the ancestor as your master, your status in the entire cultivation world will be unmatched."

Chu Xinglan pretended to be in deep thought, but he was actually laughing to death in his heart.

After thinking for a while, he said innocently, "But I still want to take you as my teacher."