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

Chu Xinglan rushed out of the exclusive little secret realm that Sang Yunqi had created for him with an excited look on his face.

Over the past two years, he had not practiced any internal skills, but had been training his physical strength according to Sang Yunqi's arrangements, while also trying to control his own spiritual fire.

Moreover, as time passed, his appearance expanded a lot, and he finally looked majestic and domineering.

Although it still had no horns or wings, the smooth muscle lines that contained powerful explosive power still made him very satisfied.

Sang Yunqi appeared in front of him in just a few breaths. Feeling his stronger body, he nodded with satisfaction.

"well done."

"Come on, let me see what I can get this time."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a stream of spiritual power instantly flowed along his fingertips and attacked Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan licked his furry mouth, dodged the sword blade formed by spiritual power, and appeared behind Sang Yunqi the next second.

The sharp claws grabbed towards Sang Yunqi's back, and a residual image remained at the position just now. One can imagine how fast Chu Xinglan's speed is now.

Sang Yunqi dodged sideways, and the next second a long sword appeared in his hand. He didn't use any sword moves, but stabbed directly at Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan did a neat backflip and a white-gold flame spurted out of his mouth.

The two of them fought back and forth until Chu Xinglan was running out of energy, and Sang Yunqi stopped.

He came to the stone table, took out two cups, and spoke while pouring tea.

"It seems that the training in the secret realm was not in vain. The practical experience and reaction sensitivity have improved a lot."

Chu Xinglan jumped onto the stone bench with a chuckle, sipping his tea in small sips.

"This is all thanks to Master's little secret realm. Master took the trouble to tailor it for me, so I naturally cannot let Master down."

This secret realm was given to Chu Xinglan by Sang Yunqi half a year ago.

There are no magical flowers or herbs inside, but it is a place dedicated to practical training.

There are ten levels in total, and the number and level of opponents in each level are different. The later the level, the stronger the opponents and the higher their level.

And there are not only humans in it, but also demons and monsters.

This was Chu Xinglan's first time to complete a level today, so he was naturally very excited.

You know, the big boss of the last level has reached the great perfection of foundation building, is only one step away from the golden elixir, and is also a very tough demon.

He has no cultivation at all now, and relies solely on his physical strength and the fighting skills honed over the years. Of course, he also discovered that his own innate spiritual fire is a powerful weapon.

"Well, there are still three months until the sect competition. You can practice your skills in the next two months, and I will take you down the mountain to gain experience in the last month."

"Go down the mountain? Can I go down the mountain now?"

Sang Yunqi nodded, "The existence in the secret realm is still fake after all. I'll take you out to broaden your horizons and relax at the same time."

Chu Xinglan was not a stay-at-home guy to begin with. If he hadn't been holding his breath to get first place in the sect competition, he would have left long ago.

At this moment, I was naturally very excited to hear that I could go down the mountain to play.

After the excitement, I realized that I seemed to have missed something just now. Can I practice martial arts now?

He had asked Sang Yunqi for such a long time, but Sang Yunqi always said that it was not the right time yet.

He always thought that Sang Yunqi was just trying to fool him, and even thought that what he had taken was not some demon clan technique at all, and that he was just lying to him.

But at this moment, looking at the fiery red scroll in front of him, Chu Xinglan's heartbeat became uncontrollable.

On the one hand, he was excited, and on the other hand, he felt that this scroll was very attractive to him, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Chu Xinglan glanced at Sang Yunqi, and after seeing him nod, he carefully placed his claws on it.

The red light on the scroll flashed, and Chu Xinglan suddenly felt a pain on his paw pad and instantly retracted his claws.

Looking closely, I found a small hole that was still oozing blood.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the red scroll slowly opened. Chu Xinglan opened his eyes wide, wanting to see what was written on it.

The scroll emitted a red light, which attacked Chu Xinglan's forehead.

Chu Xinglan tried to dodge in a hurry, but found that he couldn't dodge at all. Soon, a large amount of information rushed into his mind.

Perhaps because the content was too vast, Chu Xinglan felt an unbearable pain in his head. He soon lost consciousness and fell off the stool.

Sang Yunqi quickly grabbed him and subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power to enter his body for examination, but was blocked.

He wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate again, but was blocked. Sang Yunqi couldn't help but frowned.

This scroll was passed down to him by an old man from the demon clan, and it is the most suitable for Chu Xinglan.

Moreover, in order to prevent the leakage of the skills, Chu Xinglan's blood is required to activate it, which he has never seen.

Although he knew in his heart that those old guys would not joke with Chu Xinglan, let alone hurt him.

But looking at Chu Xinglan's curled up body and frowning brows, he still became annoyed and shattered the stone table beside him with a flick of his hand.

After thinking about it, he carried Chu Xinglan back to the house, then sat cross-legged beside her and closed his eyes.

He had to ask the old guy from the demon clan what was going on!

Chu Xinglan was completely unaware of Sang Yunqi's anxiety at this time.

At this moment, he was standing in a vast white space with a confused look on his face, and the piercing pain in his head had completely disappeared.

Chu Xinglan roughly understood that this was the thing that had rushed into his head just now, and it should be used to teach martial arts.

But he waited for a long time and no one came, not even a sound or a picture.

"..."

"Hey, is there anyone here? Are you still going to teach me the skills?"

"If you don't want to spread it, let me out!"

That’s right, Chu Xinglan found that he couldn’t get out at all, which was very frustrating.

Because this space was not big and there was nothing there and there was no danger, Chu Xinglan simply lay down and planned to take a nap.

He fought for a long time in the secret realm, and then fought with Sang Yunqi for a while after coming out. Although he was mentally excited, he still felt tired physically.

After a while, Chu Xinglan fell asleep.

……

Fu Lin, the supreme elder of the demon clan, finally managed to send Sang Yunqi away, and then hurried here.

But he saw that his little prince was sleeping soundly, even sleeping so soundly that he was snoring.

"..."

You can’t hit your own children!

After finally catching his breath, he assumed the airs of a master, sat cross-legged in the air, and spoke in a voice as loud as a bell.

"Who is coming?"