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

Yan Zhiqiao was a cold-hearted person. He didn't care about Nanhe's life or death, nor did he care about the safety of the disciples of Shengqing Sect and the group of cultivators who had taken the Blood-Attracting Pill.

If Nanhe was really dead, she could just pick someone new to be her subordinate.

She casually summoned the Su Han sword and leaped up as lightly as a butterfly.

The white skirt fluttered and then slowly fell down.

Seeing that she was about to leave after mocking him, Nanhe subconsciously took a step forward.

"Owner…"

In his slightly anxious tone, there was a hint of reluctance that even he himself was not aware of.

Yan Zhiqiao turned his face slightly, and returned to his holy appearance that seemed to keep people at a distance and yet seemed unattainable.

"Anything else?"

Her indifference was like a sharp sword, piercing Nanhe's back and making it stiffen, as if his possessed brain suddenly came to its senses.

"Gone."

Yan Zhiqiao quickly flew away on his sword.

After her figure disappeared, Nanhe was still standing there.

He lowered his head, and his flickering gaze unconsciously fell on the wind chime worn around his waist.

After all, he is her subordinate now, but she doesn't care about his life or death at all.

As soon as this slightly funny and somewhat outrageous thought came to mind, it was dispelled along with the slight sense of loss in my heart.

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Yan Zhiqiao is currently only concerned with completing missions and finding artifacts.

The system had told her before that the five sacred artifacts were closely related to the five protagonists.

Since there was no news about the artifact yet, her focus would be solely on the task of conquering it.

As for other matters, whether the world of cultivation was turned upside down by the demons, or the world of cultivation took the initiative to go to war with the demons, it had nothing to do with her.

After returning to Lingxiao Sect, Yan Zhiqiao never thought of revealing the information he learned from Nanhe to Gu Qingyan and others.

Two days passed quickly.

As the news that Nanhe and Wangye led a group of demons to break into Frost and Snow City leaked out, the world of cultivation, which had not yet completely calmed down from the previous turmoil, was once again stirred up by huge waves.

The Shengqing Sect was already angry because of the heavy casualties among its disciples in the demon world. Now seeing the demons being so bold, they were naturally even more furious.

The guards on duty had high levels of cultivation, and Frost and Snow City was the closest city to the Shengqing Sect, so help arrived quickly.

This battle can be called a fight to the death.

When Yan Zhiqiao got the news from Yan Linghuan, he thought that the demons would be completely wiped out.

Unexpectedly, within half an hour, new news came.

Although the demons suffered heavy casualties, most of the cultivators who had taken the Blood-Attracting Pill were captured by them.

This was a slap in the face for the Shengqing Sect.

After listening to this, Yan Zhiqiao began to look at Nanhe with a new respect.

It would be a pity for a subordinate as brave and resourceful as him to die like this.

After finding an excuse to say goodbye to Yan Linghuan, Yan Zhiqiao returned to the courtyard.

Sensing that the location of the evil energy was still moving rapidly and confirming that Nanhe was not dead yet, she did not take any other action.

Yan Zhiqiao had no intention of saving him.

The distance is too far, and she may not make it in time even if she goes.

And once she uses her demonic energy, the demonic power will erupt. The more she uses it, the more violent the demonic power will erupt.

Yan Zhiqiao is not interested in asking for trouble.

She took out the Liufeng Chime from her Qiankun bag and flicked it lightly with her fingertips.

A clear and pleasant sound rang out in the bedroom, and then quickly returned to silence.

At the same time, Nanhe, who had finally gotten rid of the disciples of Shengqing Sect and was rushing back to the Demon Realm with his men, noticed that the Liufeng Bell on his waist rang.

His movements paused for a moment, then immediately returned to normal.

Is this to see him? Or is it to confirm whether he is dead or not?

No matter which one it was, Nanhe found the time to respond.

Wang Ye, who was following closely behind, was keenly aware of the bell and tilted his head to look at him in confusion.

"Since when did you start liking to wear this kind of thing? Why didn't you hear the sound before?"

Nanhe, who was very respectful in front of Yan Zhiqiao, turned into a less serious gentleman in front of Wang Ye.

Although Wang Ye is not as smart as him, he should not be underestimated as he can sit in the position of right protector.

In order to avoid his suspicion, Nanhe gave a simple explanation.

"I got it recently. It only makes noise when I shake it."

Wang Ye recalled carefully and made sure that the bell had not rung during the entire process, so he let down his guard.

He sneered again and said disdainfully, "What a sissy."

Both of them were injured to varying degrees. Wang Ye was interested in these trivial matters, but Nan He didn't want to waste his energy arguing with him.

He was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Ye anymore, and secretly thought that after handing the person over to the master, he should find an opportunity to meet Yan Zhiqiao.

The next day, it was still dark.

In the square in front of the meeting hall, it was time for all the disciples to practice sword skills together, but instead everyone gathered together in groups, discussing the latest news about the Shengqing Sect.

Yan Zhiqiao stood beside Yan Linghuan holding the Su Han sword, listening calmly to the sounds coming from all directions.

The news that the disciples of Shengqing Sect who were previously sent to the demon clan to gather information have been killed has been exposed.

The way of exposure was extremely bloody and cruel.

When the demons were blocked from snatching people in the city, some demons threw the bodies of those disciples to the people of Shengqing Sect.

This move seems to be an attempt to stop, but in fact it is a serious provocation.

After hearing this, Yan Zhiqiao knew without any guessing that it was Nanhe's doing.

She raised her eyes again and looked towards the closed door of the meeting hall not far away.

Since last night, Gu Qingyan and several elders have not come out.

Yan Zhiqiao had no idea what they were discussing specifically, but he could guess a little.

It's nothing more than how to rescue the captured cultivators and how to deal with the Bone Demon Clan in the next step.

In order to maintain its reputation as the largest sect, the Shengqing Sect took the initiative to assume the responsibility of gathering information and detaining cultivators.

Unfortunately, I suffered two big losses because of this.

Even if the newly sent disciples to the Demon Realm can bring back some reliable information, how to go deeper into the Demon Realm and deal with the Bone Demon Clan is another headache.

Thinking of what Nanhe said about the leader of Shengqing Sect always being hypocritical, Yan Zhiqiao couldn't help but guess that maybe they would choose to throw away this hot potato.

It is said that once is a good thing, twice is a bad thing, but a third time is a bad thing. After being slapped in the face twice in a row, they should be worried.

Sure enough, when the door of the meeting hall was reopened half a day later, Gu Qingyan walked out with a very solemn expression.

Yan Linghuan was concerned about the affairs of Shengqing Sect. After school, when it was time for a break, she did not return to Yaofeng. Instead, she took Yan Zhiqiao and waited patiently outside the meeting hall.

As soon as she saw Gu Qingyan, she rushed over.

"Big Brother, what's the situation?"

As direct disciples, they can get more information than ordinary disciples and can even participate in the sect's major events.

Gu Qingyan's expression softened when he met Yan Linghuan's concerned gaze.

"Go back and talk."

In less than a quarter of an hour, the six direct disciples gathered in Gu Qingyan's courtyard.

Gu Qingyan briefly recounted the news he had learned from last night to today, and at the end, he said with an indiscernible expression.

"When Sect Leader Xuan Ming saw that our sect was not led by our master, he tried to pressure us to take on the task of dealing with the Bone Demon Clan."

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows.

She really guessed it.