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

Sang Yunqi heard the noise and turned around, only to see Chu Xinglan staring at him without blinking.

The bright light in his eyes stunned him for a moment.

"What's wrong? Are you still asleep?"

Chu Xinglan came back to his senses, ran over happily and rubbed against his master's thigh.

"No, Master looks very good today."

Sang Yunqi raised an eyebrow, "Don't call me beauty."

Obviously, he remembered the time when Chu Xinglan chased him and called him "beauty". He really didn't like this title at all.

Chu Xinglan chuckled twice. If he hadn’t made his master angry a few days ago, he would have really shouted just now.

"Let's go, Master."

The two were not in a hurry and walked slowly towards the competition square of Cangqiong Mountain.

Along the way, they met a few fellow disciples. They were very surprised to see the two of them. After bowing politely, they left quickly.

After being at a distance, he couldn't help but look back secretly, which made Chu Xinglan's mouth twitch.

"Master, are we scary?"

Sang Yunqi was obviously used to this treatment and was not affected at all. When he heard Chu Xinglan's question, he glanced at him.

"Well, maybe I was impressed by your handsomeness."

"???"

Chu Xinglan felt like there was something wrong with his ears. Why did these few words sound so awkward when they came out of his own master's mouth?

However, after receiving the praise, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He stood up more majestically and walked with his head held high.

Sang Yunqi found it funny but didn't say anything. Soon, the two arrived at the place.

Five arenas have been erected in the square. In the front of the square there is a high platform with chairs on it, which are obviously for the head and elders to sit on.

Surrounding the arena was a stepped viewing platform, where many disciples were sitting and talking to each other.

As soon as Chu Xinglan and Sang Yunqi arrived, they instantly attracted most people's attention.

“That’s the ancestor and Chu Xinglan, right?”

"Are they here to watch the game?"

"I heard that Chu Xinglan is also going to participate in the competition. Senior Brother Chen Xiu has signed him up before."

"The ancestor is so handsome! Chu Xinglan is so cute too!"

Obviously, the last sigh came from the female disciples.

Sang Yunqi pretended not to hear and turned his head to ask Chu Xinglan.

"Would you like to come sit upstairs with me for a while?"

Chu Xinglan was originally looking around, but shook his head when he heard this.

"Master, go ahead. I'm here to participate in the competition. I'm already eye-catching enough, so I won't cause trouble for myself."

Just then, Song Ling called him from the right side of the square, "I'm going to sit with Song Ling."

Sang Yunqi glanced in the direction of Song Ling, nodded, and walked towards the platform on his own.

Chu Xinglan sat next to Song Ling and looked around curiously.

The people around here should all be disciples of Danding Peak. Just after sitting there for a short while, the aroma of various medicines continuously penetrated into his nose, which was not unpleasant.

Although Song Ling joined the sect late, he had a high seniority, and the disciples around him looked at him with awe in their eyes.

At this moment, he looked at Sang Yunqi, who was sitting on a high platform and drinking tea leisurely, and whispered in Chu Xinglan's ear.

“Brother Chu, is the ancestor so unrefined? With his status, he should be the last to come!”

"Then everyone must stand up and salute him."

Chu Xinglan naturally replied, "And then shout long live three times?"

Song Ling choked and gave Chu Xinglan a displeased look.

"For the sake of our friendship over the years, I won't mind your mockery of me."

Chu Xinglan laughed twice and didn't care.

"There are only two of us in the back mountain, so of course we came together. It would be bad if I came too late, and the ancestor is a free-spirited person."

"I feel like he's just worried about you. If he really wants to send you here, he can go find the headmaster."

"However, I heard that there are many people who want to overthrow you this time, so you better be careful."

"You are the one who sticks out now. Everyone wants to beat you up and step on you to get to the top."

Chu Xinglan couldn't help but admire Song Ling. Song Ling had been in Cang Qiong for so many years, but he still spoke in a royal manner. He really lived up to his title of the most favored prince.

"I know, but don't you know how strong I am? I've already done it at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, so why am I afraid of them?"

Song Ling rolled his eyes without any manner.

"You did it, but you screwed yourself."

"I'm serious. You haven't been out of the mountain for the past three years. You don't know these people at all."

"In order to win, it's no exaggeration to say that I will do whatever it takes."

"In the assessment for outer disciples to enter the inner sect last year, many of the original favorites were eliminated."

"Although this time the sect competition does not distinguish between inner sect, outer sect or direct disciple, and is divided according to the length of time of entry, the prizes are really generous."

Chu Xinglan didn't care too much at first, but was stunned when he heard the last sentence.

"And what about the prizes?"

"???"

This time it was Song Ling's turn to be surprised, "Of course, I heard that the top three can enter the Lingyun Secret Realm, and everything they get inside is theirs."

"You know the Lingyun Secret Realm, right? There are so many spiritual flowers and herbs in it. It's a good deal if you can pick one, not to mention that you can pick as many as you want."

Chu Xinglan actually knew about this secret realm. Xu Zhuo had set up a trap for this secret realm, but he was not very interested in these things.

If he wanted, there were plenty of them in the back mountain. They were much rarer than those in the secret realm, and he didn't like making pills.

However, Song Ling is an alchemist and should be very eager to go in.

"Is this why you entered the competition?"

"Yes, you don't know that alchemy is a waste of money and resources. Although I am not short of money, some special medicinal materials are very difficult to find."

"Now that I have the opportunity, I definitely can't let it go."

Chu Xinglan nodded, "Okay, then tell me what you want and I'll help you find it."

Song Ling patted Chu Xinglan's shoulder happily.

"What a good brother, but I can buy it with spirit stones when the time comes, and I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

"It's not a big deal. I don't need the spirit stones. I don't need that stuff either."

Chu Xinglan really didn’t care. In Sang Yunqi’s treasure house, top-grade spirit stones were piled up in rooms, and he could have as many as he wanted.

Moreover, there were piles of top-grade magic weapons, and his master even gave him the keys, so it was obvious that he wanted to take anything he wanted.

Song Ling sighed, "I know you are rich, but after all, that was given to you by the ancestors. If you want to buy something for your master in the future, it's not good to use your master's spirit stones."

Chu Xinglan was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this before, but after thinking about it, what Song Ling said made sense.

No matter how much you have, it all belongs to Master, not yourself.

It seemed that he had only given three large bottles of butterflies to his master in all this time, and they were raised by Xu Zhuo. It was a bit embarrassing to talk about it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll just make some spirit stones to buy a gift for my master."