My junior sister pretends to be good and deceives people every day

Such a huge number would be hard to justify without arousing public outrage.

For a moment, all the fear that everyone had been feeling for days turned into anger and harsh condemnation towards them.

However, how to deal with this group of people still needs to be discussed by the leaders of the five major sects.

Lingxiao Sect.

At noon, after school, Yan Zhiqiao returned to the courtyard as usual to meditate and practice.

There has been a lot of commotion outside recently, and she, the victim, has not made any other moves except asking her senior brother Gu Qingyan about the situation.

The reason is very simple. After being instructed by his master, Yan Zhiqiao discovered that cultivating spiritual power can indeed suppress the unstable demonic power in his body.

And because she was an innate spiritual body, not only could she draw Qi into her body easily, her realm was also elevated from the early stage of Qi Refining to the late stage of Qi Refining in just a few days, and she was almost able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

This speed of cultivation really shocked many people.

Drawing Qi into the body is the most basic requirement for ordinary people to embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

Some people struggle for years and barely succeed, but then, due to their own qualifications, they may be stuck in the Qi Refining Stage for the rest of their lives.

Especially when spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is becoming increasingly scarce, it is normal to only advance one level in ten or twenty years.

But for Ke Yanzhi Qiao, advancing is as easy as drinking water. I don't know how many people envy him.

In this regard, the person concerned reacted in the same way as when the disciples of Lingxiao Sect sincerely praised her beauty, she was calm and neither arrogant nor impatient.

When the practice ended, it was already dark outside.

There was no light in the bedroom and it was pitch black.

Yan Zhiqiao slowly opened his eyes, not affected by the environment at all.

She lowered her head indifferently, looking at the ball of red light condensing from her fingertips.

After guiding the Qi into her body, she was taken by her master to have her spiritual roots tested.

This body, like the third senior brother Jiang Ciyuan, has a fire-type spiritual root.

Heavenly spirits are extremely rare, and coupled with her innate spiritual body, her cultivation speed advances by leaps and bounds.

But Yan Zhiqiao still felt it was not enough.

The demonic power in her body was like a majestic mountain, and even her master was unable to determine its exact level.

Although she can use it on weekdays, her own cultivation is too low and she can only mobilize a small part of it.

Through the theoretical knowledge learned in recent classes, Yan Zhiqiao can be sure that her current strength is probably in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

And those demonic powers that cannot be mobilized are like a time bomb.

When he's well behaved, he stays quiet; when he's not, he explodes.

If she wants to avoid getting hurt again, she must improve her realm as quickly as possible so that her spiritual power and demonic power can be restrained.

At the same time, he had to practice the demon clan's skills, slowly absorbing the remaining demon power and using it for his own benefit.

Fortunately, the head of the sect was an extremely responsible master. Besides being busy with his official duties, he also found time to find the most suitable practice method for her among the two tribes.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhiqiao dissipated his spiritual power, picked up the Su Han sword beside him and stood up.

There is no moon tonight, and the hazy night covers every corner of the courtyard.

Jiang Ciyuan and Gu Qingyan from next door haven't come back yet, and this part of the world is quiet.

Yan Zhiqiao drew the Su Han sword from its scabbard and began to practice the Qing Feng sword technique.

Perhaps it was because this body had practiced sword before and had muscle memory, so after Yan Zhiqiao memorized the Qingfeng sword technique, he was able to master it quickly.

After several days of practice, she has now mastered it.

He swung his sword moves smoothly, over and over again, until his strength was exhausted. Then Yan Zhiqiao stopped and turned back to the hall.

Just as I poured myself a cup of cold tea to quench my thirst, the white jade pendant hanging around my waist lit up, and then Gu Qingyan's cold voice rang out.

"Junior sister, where are you?"

"In the room, Senior Brother, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"Well, come out for a moment. I'm outside your courtyard."

The voice transmission was disconnected, Yan Zhiqiao drank the herbal tea in the cup, then turned around and opened the door.

Jiang Ciyuan from next door probably came back with Gu Qingyan, and was using the night-shining pearl for lighting as usual.

The bright warm white light shone through the courtyard wall into the courtyard. Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyes slightly and clearly saw Gu Qingyan waiting outside the gate.

Because he had to hide his identity when patrolling down the mountain, he was wearing a white robe with dark patterns today.

His cool and handsome face, as well as the calm and indifferent temperament emanating from the inside out, made him look like a handful of white snow on the top of a mountain.

Pure and flawless, yet hard to approach.

Yan Zhiqiao saw it and calmly walked over to open the gate.

"Big Brother, what's the matter?"

Because of the angle, the light of the night pearl cut Yan Zhiqiao's beautiful face into two halves.

The illuminated side of the face is still holy and beautiful, with clear contours.

Hidden in the darkness, the deep red teardrop mole under the left eye inexplicably adds a bit of dangerous temptation.

The two contradictory temperaments are perfectly integrated in Yan Zhiqiao's exquisitely carved face.

Although his relationship with Yan Zhiqiao has become much closer recently, Gu Qingyan still occasionally loses his focus when facing her.

At first, he, who had always been self-disciplined and respectful, felt uncomfortable and wondered if he was being too frivolous.

But later he figured it out. Everyone has the right to appreciate beauty. He had no ill will or selfish motives, so he successfully convinced himself to accept that little bit of loss of control.

The same is true now.

It has nothing to do with romance, I'm just simply amazed.

However, upon hearing Yan Zhiqiao's gentle voice, Gu Qingyan immediately came back to his senses and met those bright deer eyes with a frank look.

"The matter of the Blood Attracting Pill has been investigated thoroughly. Miss Xiao is preparing to return to Yuhai City. Before she leaves, she asked me to tell you that she wants to see you again."

Miss Xiao, Xiao Rushi.

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

She has been busy practicing recently and almost forgot about this person.

"When will she leave?"

"The day after tomorrow, the mayor of Qinghe City will send guards to take her back."

Yan Zhiqiao nodded in agreement.

"Got it. I'll ask Master for leave later."

"it is good."

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The next day.

After school, Yan Zhiqiao returned to the courtyard and changed into a light blue dress.

She had been so busy with her training recently that she had not been able to take care of her missions. She also had no idea how to buy rouge, powder, hair accessories, or new clothes, so she asked her second senior sister Yan Linghuan to help her buy these personal belongings.

As a senior sister, Yan Linghuan agreed enthusiastically and also taught her some beautiful hairstyles.

Yan Zhiqiao doesn’t understand a lot of things, but she is smart and can learn them quickly.

She casually tied her hair into a simple bun and fastened it with a white hairband. She didn't wear any other hair accessories. She picked up the Qiankun bag and hung it around her waist, then turned around and walked out.

Outside the courtyard, Jiang Ciyuan was waiting quietly with the Xuanshuang Sword in his arms, looking indifferent.

As usual, his black hair was tied back with a red headband, revealing his deep, three-dimensional, angular facial features.

The sky blue disciple uniform was replaced. He was now wearing an ink-colored suit with hard leather cuffs on both wrists, looking unruly and cold.

Very annoying.

He seemed to be thinking about something, his deep eyes staring blankly at somewhere in the void.

But the moment Yan Zhiqiao pushed the door open, he quickly came to his senses.