Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

"Hey, I just asked casually, don't be angry with me." Seeing her like this, Ji Xiaowu quickly smiled, put his arm around her shoulders and turned her body over.

"What's wrong with you recently? You always say some inexplicable things. You and I have been in that secret realm for five years. Could it be that the friendship of these five years is all fake?" Luo Qinghe suppressed the anger in her chest, gritted her teeth, looked at Ji Xiaowu with red eyes, looking like she was hurt by his distrust.

"Qinghe, Qinghe, it's all my fault. Don't say this again. I'll apologize to you. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me, okay?" Seeing her tears, Ji Xiaowu quickly reached out to wipe them away and coaxed her gently.

He naturally knew why he had been moody during this period. He was originally the Demon Lord who was above everyone else, calling the shots in the demon world and having a great reputation in the fairy world. But now, for Luo Qinghe, he could only follow her incognito, and he had to worry all the time about his identity being exposed and being rejected by Luo Qinghe.

Now looking at Wei Qingchuan, who is of the same age as himself, although his cultivation is low and not worth mentioning in his eyes, both inside and outside the Lingyun Sword Sect, he is praised to the sky and everyone praises him for his outstanding talent and promising achievements at a young age.

Seeing him like a blazing sun, enjoying everyone's praise as a matter of course, while he himself could only be like an evil ghost who could not stand the light, blending in with the crowd, how could he remain calm?

Especially every time when he saw Lin Xi, who acted like a cat avoiding a mouse in front of him, but smiled like an ignorant fool when facing Wei Qingchuan, and Luo Qinghe, who shared the same thoughts as him, was happy to see it, Ji Xiaowu couldn't help but want to say something sarcastic.

"I don't like you talking about my fellow disciples like this. They are my relatives who grew up with me, especially Senior Brother and Xixi. They lost their parents when they were so young. Why can't you be more kind to them?" Luo Qinghe bit her lip and turned her face away, avoiding his hand that was wiping her tears.

Ji Xiaowu froze, and a sense of inexplicable annoyance rose in his heart. But seeing Luo Qinghe crying sadly, he gritted his teeth and said patiently: "You also know my temper. I have never liked to deal with people. I was negligent in the past, and I won't do it again in the future."

Luo Qinghe heard his tone soften completely, and knew to stop. After a moment of silence, she took the initiative to rub her face against his palm and said in a low voice: "You are the person I once wanted to spend my life with."

She bit the word "曾" very low, so Ji Xiaowu didn't hear it clearly. Seeing her intimate actions, he thought she had finally calmed down. He gently wiped her tears, smiled and hugged her in his arms, his tone full of joy, "We will be together for all eternity. Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth, I will find you and will never be separated from you."

His words were moving, but Luo Qinghe, who was in his arms, felt horrified. She felt a chill on her back and quickly reached out to hug Ji Xiaowu tightly so that he would not notice her slightly trembling fingers.

Sure enough, five days later in the morning, Lin Xi, who was in meditation, was awakened by the sound-transmitting jade talisman that felt hot on her chest. Yue Qian's voice came from the other end, telling her excitedly that they had arrived at the Yaoguang Sword Sect.

Lin Xi gathered her spiritual sense, and straightened her skirt which was wrinkled from meditation. Then she opened the door, stood at the end of the team and got off the flying boat with everyone else. But when she raised her eyes, she was dazzled by the huge golden plaque of the sect in front of her.

The Yaoguang Sword Sect is worthy of being the number one sword sect in the world of cultivation. Not only does it have a profound foundation, but it also has considerable financial resources. Just the huge plaque made of a whole piece of black gold was enough to make the people from the Lingyun Sword Sect almost shed tears of envy.

Different from the simple and elegant Lingyun Sword Sect and the graceful and agile Feiye Pavilion, the Yaoguang Sword Sect, from the squares and pavilions to the plaques and stone carvings, all convey one message to everyone: they are rich!

Seeing the group land, several disciples wearing white robes with gold edges who were waiting under the plaque came forward to greet them. A middle-aged male cultivator in the lead bowed to the group and said with a smile, "Yaoguang Cui Zhu, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Several elders from Lingyun Sword Sect and Feiye Pavilion returned the greetings one by one, and Cui Zhu then invited everyone to sign in at the long table under the plaque. The elders sat on the left and the disciples on the right, checking their sects and names one by one.

But in the end, the disciple in charge of signing in came up to Cui Zhu with a booklet in his hand and whispered something to him. Cui Zhu nodded after listening and walked towards the resting place of the second elder and others, still with that neither humble nor arrogant smile on his face, "May I ask if your sect has a disciple named Hua Yuan?"

The Second Elder was about to speak when Wei Qingchuan beside him stepped forward and whispered something to him. The Second Elder was slightly startled, and then he said to Cui Zhu apologetically, "She is indeed a disciple of our sect, but the Sect Master called her there temporarily because of something, so I'm afraid she will be here a few days later."

Cui Zhu nodded slightly and said, "I see. The conference will be held in five days. I wonder if she can make it in time?"

"It's still in time. She will be here the day after tomorrow at the latest." Wei Qingchuan took over the conversation and replied.

"That's good." Cui Zhu nodded, pointed to the long table for signing in and said, "May I know who that is? The registered disciple said he came with your sect."

The second elder looked in the direction of his finger, and saw Ji Xiaowu standing in front of the long table with his arms folded, looking impatiently at the terrified disciple of Yaoguang Sword Sect who was in charge of registration. Luo Qinghe beside him was pulling his sleeve with an embarrassed look on his face.

The Second Elder sighed slightly in his heart and clasped his fists towards Cui Zhu, "He is a guest of our Lingyun Sword Sect, and he once saved the life of a disciple in the sect."

"Is he also here to participate in the Sword Cultivation Conference?" Cui Zhu understood and continued to ask.

"He should participate..." The second elder said uncertainly. Although they all knew the reason why Ji Xiaowu came along, after all, Luo Qinghe and he had not yet officially become Taoist partners. Therefore, the second elder did not want to make it too clear, so as not to damage Luo Qinghe's reputation.

"In this case, he is no longer considered a member of your sect. We can only ask him to sign in at the independent cultivators' place. However, he seems unwilling to do so. I have no choice but to tell you. Elder, please persuade him." Cui Zhu bowed again. "After all, the Immortal Sword Conference has a complicated flow of people. This sign-in is also for the safety of all the participants."

"Of course. I'm sorry to cause trouble to your clan. Let me say something to him." The second elder waved his hand and walked over there with Wei Qingchuan.