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The Fairy Sword Conference is a grand gathering of sword practitioners from all over the world that takes place once every ten years.

This conference was grand in scale, gathering sword masters from all over the world. At the conference, participants, regardless of their background, nobility, or the size of their sects, had the opportunity to show their talents.

Also, because they need to be responsible for providing food and lodging for several months for the disciples of hundreds of immortal sects, the Fairy Sword Conference is often held in immortal cultivation families with rich spiritual energy and abundant financial resources. For example, the Yaoguang Sword Sect this time is a major immortal cultivation sect with a profound heritage of tens of thousands of years.

The Yaoguang Sword Sect is located in the extreme north. It takes more than two months to travel there from the Lingyun Sword Sect in the southwest. Therefore, on the second day after the sect selection ended, twenty disciples, led by several elders, bid farewell to the sect leader Gu Hongzi outside the mountain gate, boarded the flying boat, and headed north in a mighty manner.

Lin Xi was naturally among these twenty people. Thanks to Luo Qinghe's pill, her cultivation level directly jumped to the middle stage of the Golden Core, making her the third person in terms of cultivation level after Wei Qingchuan and Yue Qian.

As for why she was not afraid that Ji Xiaowu would notice the abnormality in her cultivation, it was because on the second day after Luo Qinghe knew the truth, she gave gifts to several of her fellow disciples under the pretext of distributing the good things she got from the secret realm to everyone.

Among the ten thousand year old cold iron for forging swords, the thousand year old warm jade for nourishing the spirit, the amber ice lotus for healing wounds, the top grade alchemy furnace for refining medicine, all of these dazzling natural treasures made one's eyes blink. Naturally, the seemingly inconspicuous pill that Lin Xi got would not attract too much attention from the arrogant Demon Lord.

On the contrary, since that night, seeing that Lin Xi was like a mouse seeing a cat when she saw him and never dared to get close to Luo Qinghe again, Ji Xiaowu was completely relieved. He thought that his warning had worked and Lin Xi was scared by him, so she behaved so cowardly.

It's just that Lin Xi could use the excuse of being frightened to stay away from him, but in order not to arouse his suspicion, Luo Qinghe had to continue to be superficial with Ji Xiaowu.

In the past, she thought that the two of them had fallen in love with each other over time and were blinded by love, so she naturally felt that Ji Xiaowu was good in every way. But now that she knew his true identity and saw clearly his cruelty and tyranny hidden under his harmless appearance, Luo Qinghe felt that he had ulterior motives everywhere.

Although she listened to the conversation between Lin Xi and Ji Xiaowu that night and knew that he did have some true feelings for her, when she calmed down and thought about it, she couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts. Even his identity was fake, so how real could this feeling that was obtained through deception be?

Just like this time when he went to attend the Fairy Sword Conference, in Ji Xiaowu's eyes, he just wanted to be with his beloved, so he followed regardless of anything. But in Luo Qinghe's view, why did he, a demon lord, go to a place where immortal cultivators gathered by all means? Did he really just want to accompany her, and not have other intentions?

Even if he really had no other thoughts, as Lin Xi told her, once his identity was revealed in front of the hundreds of immortal sects, it would inevitably cause a bloody storm. At that time, what kind of role would the Lingyun Sword Sect, who went with him, play in the eyes of everyone?

The shame of the immortal sect? The traitor of the sword cultivator?

Thousands of people are pointing fingers at you? Ten thousand swords are facing you?

Whenever Luo Qinghe thought about his master and uncles who had raised him, and his fellow disciples who had always taken it as their responsibility to help the needy and exorcise evil, being treated coldly and even used swords against them by hundreds of sects just because they were suspected of colluding with the demons, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If there really comes such a day, thinking of this, Luo Qinghe couldn't help but close her eyes. She would never be able to atone for her sins even if she died a thousand times. But has Ji Xiaowu never considered all this?

On the deck of the flying boat, Luo Qinghe, dressed in a snow-blue robe, stood facing the wind, recalling every moment she and Ji Xiaowu had spent together in that secret realm over the past five years, her face as pale as snow.

"Why are you standing here alone with such an ugly look?" A black robe was draped over her shoulders, and Luo Qinghe trembled suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaowu looked at her suspiciously when he saw her like this.

"I'm fine." Luo Qinghe hurriedly shook her head. Seeing that Ji Xiaowu was still frowning, she quickly gathered her robe and reached out her hand to clasp his fingers together. "I'm just worried about the Immortal Sword Conference. I haven't been out in the world for five years, and I'm afraid I've already fallen behind."

Seeing that she was so proactive, Ji Xiaowu relaxed his brows and the doubts in his heart disappeared immediately. He clenched Luo Qinghe's fingertips with a little force and said nonchalantly, "So it's for this. Don't worry, I believe you will definitely win the championship."

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Luo Qinghe was in a trance for a moment, and his expression eased a little, but he still shook his head and said, "It's not as easy as you think. There are many talented young sword cultivators, and I am just a drop in the ocean."

"Don't worry, I will make sure you get what you want." Ji Xiaowu curled his lips, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "If you can't be the leader, then no one else is worthy of it."

Luo Qinghe, who had been paying attention to him, naturally did not miss the emotion that flashed across his eyes. She couldn't help but feel a chill on her back, and the few traces of tenderness that had just arisen in her because of his tenderness suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Under normal circumstances, she would have thought he was joking to cheer her up, but when he said that just now, Luo Qinghe clearly saw the bloodthirsty look in his eyes. Alarm bells immediately rang in her heart, and the smile on her face became so stiff that she could hardly maintain it.

Seeing Ji Xiaowu's eyes looking at her, she was startled and quickly hugged his waist, buried her head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Nonsense, I don't want to win the first place. As long as I can see the elegance of hundreds of immortal sects gathered together, I will be satisfied."

Ji Xiaowu's body froze, but he quickly reacted. He smiled with some surprise and put his arm around her shoulders. "Why are you so enthusiastic today? Aren't you afraid that your uncle and the others will see it?"

"Master uncle and the others are in a discussion and won't come out." Luo Qinghe didn't look up, still buried in his arms, seeming a little shy.

Ji Xiaowu let out a joyful laugh from his chest and hugged the person tighter, his face full of determined joy.

On the other side, in Lin Xi's room, Wei Qingchuan, Yue Qian, and Yu Xusheng's disciple Hua Yuan were sitting around a table. After listening to Lin Xi's explanation of Ji Xiaowu's true identity and the next arrangements, their faces turned pale.

"This matter involves a wide range of people and has many implications. If I am not careful, I will be doomed. I beg you, brothers and sisters, to help me." Lin Xi looked stern and stroked the long sword at his waist.

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