After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

"Sect competition? Me?"

Yu Fei was stunned for a moment, her face slightly strange. Just by herself? Is a person at the second level of Qi Refining worthy of a place? Isn't this sect competition too much of a joke?

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Wu Yingchun began to explain: "The outer sect has its own methods, and the inner sect has its own ways of fighting."

"With your current cultivation speed, even with the help of elixir baths, it is difficult to reach the sixth level of Qi training before the competition, no matter how much you spend. But it is good to get a ranking. Although it will make your foundation weak, you can slowly build a solid foundation after the competition."

Yu Fei was somewhat tempted when she heard this, but it seemed a bit unrealistic for her to dream of fighting with other disciples of the Demon Sect now that she didn't even know any offensive spiritual arts.

Moreover, he spared no expense to help a concubine at the second level of Qi Refining improve her strength. No matter how you think about it, it's a bit absurd. Why do I feel that the people in the magic world I know are so kind?

"Don't feel any psychological pressure."

Seeing the girl's expression change, Wu Yingchun chuckled. "Everything depends on human effort. Just do your best."

She looked up into his purple eyes and nodded.

"Thank you, brother. I will try my best."

The two of them sat in silence, and the young man didn't know what to say for a moment. He left the bed with a little depression and sat cross-legged in meditation.

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Thousands of miles away, Qingxu Sword Pavilion.

Jiange is located between the peaks, with its towering cliffs piercing into the morning mist that has been there for years, as if it were rooted in the sea of ​​clouds.

In the headmaster's hall, the headmaster of Qingxu Sword Pavilion was holding a talisman in his hand and closing his eyes in deep thought. His face showed no trace of time, and he leaned on the jade-white high seat like a rich and noble young man, aloof and free and easy.

However, every time his inner breath circulated, there would be a strange sound, like the humming of a sharp blade.

Three years later, in the core area of ​​the Qilian Mountains, the Immortal Scripture came into the world.

Immortal scripture?

He played with the warm talisman in his hand.

This news came from Dongxu Mansion. They have long been famous for their ability to spy on the secrets of heaven, so this matter is somewhat credible.

He stretched out his hand and a scroll embroidered with gold thread flew out of the storage bag and slowly unfolded before his eyes.

Qilian Mountain, the range of those evil cult members? He couldn't help but frowned. So that's it.

Sect Leader Qingxu understood in his heart that it turned out that with their strength, they were not yet able to eat this piece of fat meat. No wonder they wanted to invite the righteous to read the immortal scriptures together.

But when I think of that group of demon cultivators, they have been lingering around the Qilian Mountains for hundreds of years. Their network is complex and deeply rooted. How could it be so easy to deal with them?

This matter still needs long-term consideration.

Inside the inner gate of Qingxu Sword Pavilion, there is an uninhabited mountain top.

A figure in white shirt was sitting cross-legged on the cliff, his back looked a little lonely. As he watched the scorching sun sink into the sea of ​​clouds, his heart sank little by little.

hum~

A clear sword sound was heard, and the young man seemed to sense something, and the long sword on his back jumped into his palm.

Then he began to practice the most basic Qingxu sword technique move by move. Although the moves were ordinary, they were completely different in his hands. The sword moved lightly, like mist gathering and dispersing, or clouds rolling and unrolling.

The surrounding clouds were attracted and constantly changed by his will. He was wearing a white shirt and blended with the mist, showing his elegant demeanor.

The girl, who was thinking of coming to find her senior brother, saw this wonderful sight from afar. She subconsciously held her breath and drove the flying boat slowly, for fear of disturbing the handsome young man.

She realized that this was an epiphany that only happens once in a century for a sword cultivator.

He clearly did not use any spiritual energy, but he was able to change the surrounding environment with his own sword intent.

This is the Qingxu sword technique, which is unpredictable and never bound by any rules. It emphasizes meaning rather than form.

Seeing him dancing with a sword on the edge of the cliff, the girl opened her bright eyes, sat cross-legged with one hand supporting her white chin, and stared at the boy below infatuatedly.

As expected of a kendo genius as our master said, brother is the most powerful one!

Buzz~buzz~

Song Ming'an's forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. He had a long sword in his hand, with layers of luck gathering on the blade, and each move became exceptionally heavy and slow.

The sword blade continued to vibrate and hum.

As he thrust forward suddenly, the long sword wrapped in smoke shook, shaking the surrounding clouds and mist into wisps of smoke that floated before his eyes.

He kept thrusting his sword straight forward, quietly savoring the realization he had just gained.

After a long time, the young man exhaled the foul air, put away his sword and stood up, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

She is the reason for my success and she is also the reason for my failure. I really can't forget her.

"Brother!"

Hearing the bell-like laughter coming from behind him, he shook his head slightly, turned around and revealed a gentle but slightly distant smile.

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On the morning of the second day, although Yu Fei still felt a little sleepy, she had already gotten much better. After all, she had just undergone a simple meridian cleansing and marrow changing treatment. If this acute cold disease were to happen to a mortal, it would probably kill them, but for Yu Fei, it was just a few days of weakness.

If one could reach the late stage of Qi Refining, it would be equivalent to being truly immune to cold and heat.

Seeing him bringing the medicine, Concubine Yu had a shy look on her face, looking a little embarrassed. She opened her beautiful mouth and swallowed it bit by bit.

Wu Yingchun then put the porcelain bowl aside and sat cross-legged with a peaceful expression.

After taking a sip of hot medicine, a little sweat appeared on his jade-like forehead. He wiped his forehead with his hand and turned to look at the young man under the bed, only to see that he was closing his eyes in deep thought.

Knowing that he was not asleep, Yu Fei thought about it and asked softly, "Brother, how is your injury?"

The young man did not answer. After waiting for a while and seeing that he did not speak, he thought that he was not interested.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, I heard him say, "It's all right now."

Yu Fei said softly, "Oh," and stopped disturbing him.

"I'm curious."

The young man became interested at this time. He opened his purple eyes and stared at Yu Fei on the bed with his sharp eyes.

"How did you agree to become my brother's concubine?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Fei tilted her head slightly, leaving him only a smooth profile, and said, "It was just a coincidence. I just started practicing and had no one to rely on. But the master is willing to support my practice as long as I become his concubine."

Having said this, Yu Fei paused, her tone as calm as the surface of a deep lake, without a single ripple.

"I have nowhere else to go and no other choice. For someone like me who has nothing but a body, I am willing to do this."

Hearing her words of resignation, Wu Yingchun felt a little uncomfortable. After all, cultivating magic means fighting against heaven and earth, so how can one resign to fate so easily? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

With her personality, she is more suitable for those orthodox Taoist sects. I don't know what kind of environment can give birth to such a gentle and charming woman.

Thinking of this, he became a little curious about Yu Fei's past. He did not hesitate and asked straightforwardly, "How were you doing?"

How was your life?

This question brought back memories that were not too long ago. But she was reluctant to talk about her life, which was a part of her shameful history.

"Is that so? Very good."

Yu Fei tried to sound relaxed. "It's a special building. The streets there are lit up everywhere, like a galaxy falling into the human world."

Yu Fei just slowly described the street scene, which made him look surprised.

"Is there such a beautiful scenery in the mortal world?"

"Yes, the mortal world is no worse than the immortal world."

But that is for those who are rich and powerful. With a background like hers, how could she possibly make a name for herself?