Junior sister took first place again

The glazed tiles of Xianyifang were shining with colorful light under the midday sun. Yunqi kicked open the carved wooden door, startling the monks who were choosing clothes in the hall. They all looked sideways, and when they saw the Yun family totem on her lapels, they turned their eyes away.

The receptionist from Xianyifang came over to greet them. Yunqi held his head high, threw out a jade token, and went straight upstairs, asking them to go downstairs and bring all the new models to the private room for selection.

As soon as she entered, Yun Che also chased her to the entrance of Xianyifang, instantly attracting countless attention.

A cultivator's body is strong and won't be easily injured, but the scar on Yun Che's neck left by the demon-binding rope is extremely conspicuous, and it looks even more terrifying against the backdrop of his overly pale face. People cast strange glances at him along the way.

He didn't dare to look at the expressions of these people. He dodged the waiter who came to ask questions, lowered his head and quickly walked to the door of Yunqi's private room. He timidly called out, "Third Miss."

The two doors suddenly opened and closed, and Yun Che was strangled by the demon rope again. He was pulled in and slammed against the white jade screen: "Waste! Half-demon bastard! Do you know how much shame you have brought upon me?!"

Yun Che was choking under Yun Qi's demon-binding ropes, his face growing increasingly pale, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He didn't dare resist and could only plead softly, "Third Miss, I... I know I was wrong. Please forgive me..."

Yunqi sneered, tightening the rope in his hand. "You know you're wrong? You bastard, you were born wrong! If your father hadn't been soft-hearted, you would have been thrown to feed the monsters long ago. How dare you embarrass me!"

Yun Che's breathing became increasingly rapid, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.

At this moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open by a gentle force, and a cold voice rang out: "Miss Yun San, why are you so angry? Anger is harmful to your health. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea to cool down?"

Yunqi turned around suddenly and saw a woman in white standing at the door. She had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and an elegant temperament. She was holding a cup of tea in her hand, and the fragrance of tea lingered in the air.

Behind her stood a man in green clothes, with a handsome face and a hint of arrogance between his brows.

Yunqi frowned. Although she was displeased, the other party was clearly no ordinary person, so she couldn't be too presumptuous. She loosened the demon-binding rope and said coldly, "Who are you two? Why are you trespassing in my private room?"

Xue You smiled slightly, walked slowly into the private room, placed the teacup on the table, and said softly, "My surname is Lin, and I am the shopkeeper here. I just passed by and heard some noise, so I brought this guard to see if you need any help."

Shopkeeper Lin looked at the two of them, then handed them a cup of tea and advised, "Miss Yun San, why are you so angry over a half-brother? Please sit down and have a cup of tea to calm down."

Yunqi snorted coldly. Although she was still dissatisfied, the other party's attitude was gentle, so she couldn't get angry again. She had to sit down, pick up the teacup and take a sip.

As the aroma of tea entered her throat, her anger seemed to dissipate a little.

The guard walked over to Yun Che, reached out and helped him up, and said calmly, "Young Master Yun, are you okay?"

Yun Che lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes. He simply whispered, “Thank you. I… I’m fine.”

Fu E nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the scar on Yun Che's neck for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He turned to look at Xue You, and the two great demons looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Xue You gently put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Miss Yun San, now that you've calmed down, why don't we talk about something else? This season's new collection will be arriving soon. Why don't you let Young Master Yun go out and change his clothes?"

Yunqi glanced at his cowering half-brother with disgust and put down his teacup with a click. "What are you still standing there for? Get out of here! Don't be an eyesore here!"

Fu E immediately walked to the door and extended his hand to invite him in: "Young Master Yun, please come in."

Yun Che lowered his head, not daring to say a word, and hurriedly left the private room, and was taken to another room by Fu E.

Just at this moment, a group of people came in with new products. After putting them down, Shopkeeper Lin waved his hand and asked everyone to leave, obviously wanting to entertain Yunqi personally.

Yun Che was brought by Fu E to another private room. The room was elegantly decorated, with several ink paintings hanging on the wall and an incense burner placed on the table. Curls of green smoke rose from it, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent.

Fu E closed the door and turned to look at Yun Che with a bit of inquiry in his eyes.

"Mr. Yun, please sit down." Fu E pointed to a chair beside him, his tone calm, but with an implication that no one could refuse.

Yun Che hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sat down. He lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, clearly filled with anxiety and fear.

At this moment, a dense layer of goose bumps appeared on his back, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying monster.

But before he could turn around, he was knocked to the ground by a spiritual force.

Qing Li emerged from the chair in the middle and walked over to Yun Qi, his tone filled with satisfaction. "I never expected that the problem that has been bothering me for so long would be solved just like that."

Fu E nodded, "Are you going or Xue You?"

The Immortal Sect Competition is about to begin. The Xingchen Sect is on high alert, and many top experts have gathered. Given the current relationship between the two clans, they dare not sneak in easily.

Qing Li and other demon tribesmen have been in Fuyue City for several days, but they have been staying in Xianyifang and have not made any rash moves.

After seeing what happened at the Yun family today, I finally have some idea of what is going on.

Yun Che was treated like a servant by Yun Qi's side all day, and he wasn't even qualified to compete on stage. Furthermore, Yun Qi's outburst had revealed to many that her half-brother was a half-demon, making it the perfect opportunity for him to disguise himself as Yun Che and infiltrate the Xingchen Sect.

"Xue You stays in Xian Yi Fang, I'll go."

After Qing Li finished speaking, his appearance had changed to be exactly the same as Yun Che's, even his aura was no different.

Even grandmasters find it difficult to detect abnormalities in the Sky Fox Clan's illusions.

Fu E nodded. At this moment, the two big demons heard the excited and noisy sounds on the street outside. The guests in Xianyifang were also rushing out. The two demons separated a wisp of their spiritual consciousness to investigate.

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The clouds in the west suddenly turned rouge-colored, and a seven-story gilded ship broke through the sky and came.

The hull of the ship is carved with intertwined phoenixes, and the acacia bells hanging from the eaves are hundreds of feet long, and the bell tongues are lifelike jade beauties.

On every deck, there were disciples of the Charm Cultivation Sect leaning against the railings and smiling. As their eyes moved, the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers seemed to be covered with a pink mist.

"Is this the Red Dust Chariot of the Hehuan Palace?" a wandering cultivator clutched the magic mirror in his arms. "It's rumored that the chariot contains three thousand evil mirrors, and a single glance can bring out the inner demons!"

Suddenly, eighteen barefoot dancers stepped down from the top of the chariot, and when the silver bells on their ankles rang, the natal magic instruments of the disciples of the seventy-two peaks all hummed.

The red-robed elder at the head waved his sleeves lightly, and seventy-two love bells formed a formation hanging in the air.

The moment the bell rang, the eyes of hundreds of disciples in the viewing area became dazed and the magic weapons in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

The Xingchen Sect's Law Enforcement Elder snorted coldly and shattered three Hehuan Bells with a flick of his sleeves: "Elder Lianyue's 'Confusing Heart Curse' is indeed even more tricky than it was a hundred years ago."

Before the lingering sound of the Hehuan Bell faded away, nine bell sounds were heard from the direction of the East China Sea, and a giant tripod-shaped flying boat carved from green jade crushed the sea of clouds.

The relief of a dragon wrapped around the body of the tripod came alive in the sunlight, and spiritual springs continuously gushed out of the dragon's mouth, watering the thousands of acres of medicinal fields on the deck.

The thirty-six bronze alchemy furnaces at the stern of the boat were opened at the same time, and the elixir fragrance condensed into the shadow of a blue dragon perched on the mast.

"The Bishui Sect actually used ten-thousand-year-old black jade to carve a flying boat!" The elders of Danxia Valley were heartbroken. "If this jade material could be refined into an alchemy furnace, it would be enough..."

Before he finished speaking, a waterfall of medicinal residue suddenly poured out of the cauldron, and the falling residue turned into spiritual rain in mid-air.

The alchemists, who had been furious just now, suddenly scrambled for it like crazy: "It's the dregs of the Nine Transformations Golden Pill! Even a little bit of the elixir energy can increase your cultivation by ten years!"

Nine dragons formed from weak water broke through the waves. The disciples of the Bishui Sect all walked on the waves, and the "Cangming Pei" on their waists glowed with deep-sea fluorescence.

The leading man had a mermaid tear embedded in his forehead. With a wave of his hand, he washed away the rouge clouds remaining in the Hehuan Palace and turned them into a clear blue sky.

"Dongzhou Bishui Sect has arrived—"

The two huge flying boats arrived outside the mountain protection formation in an instant. At this moment, a burst of strong light suddenly erupted from the Xingchen Sect.

"Look! It's the Xingchen Sect's Xuanji Fang!"

Countless people on the ground looked up and saw that as the Immortal Yunhua fluttered his sleeves, a giant boat formed by the stars in the sky was slowly descending.

The 3,600 star sands inlaid on the hull precisely correspond to tonight's star map, and each star sand reflects the image of the sword-testing platform.

Ripples appeared on the mountain protection formation, and two paths made of starlight extended from the Xuanji Boat, passing through the barrier and connecting to the two flying boats on the opposite side.

The people from Hehuan Palace and Bishui Sect entered Xingchen Sect under the leadership of Elder Jieyin.

At this point, all participating sects have arrived.