The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

Ye Wanqing felt the spiritual power gradually filling up her body, and her heart moved.

The power of the Demon Realm and the Heavenly Spirit Realm is almost the same. The weakest ones are also powerful Spirit Saints. People in the Demon Realm are generally in the Spirit God Realm, and many children of the Demon Clan families with abundant cultivation resources have mostly reached the Saint General Realm. When Ye Wanqing was in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, his strength even reached the peak of the God King Realm.

(Spiritual cultivation levels in the Heavenly Spirit Realm and the Demon Realm, and levels above the Spiritual God Realm)

(Saint, Saint General, Saint King, Saint Venerable)

(God-man, God-general, God-king, God-honored)

(Every seventh level)

The people of the Demon Realm were quite free and unrestrained. To avoid attracting too much attention and unnecessary trouble, Ye Wanqing went to a clothing store and changed into the most common dress in the Demon Realm.

Ye Wanqing was dressed in a long, crimson dress as bright as fire, her soft black hair casually draped, revealing her snow-white neck and large collarbone, and a pair of white, slender legs. Her features were gorgeous and pure, her figure as graceful as smoke, and the crimson mask added a touch of mysterious and seductive beauty to her.

There is no shortage of stunning beauties in the Demon Realm, but such a mysterious and stunning beauty is rare, which has attracted quite a bit of attention from others.

Suddenly, the crowd began to make noise.

"Hurry up! The courtesan from Changle Tower is throwing a ball to find a husband today. My sisters and I are all going! You should come and take a look too!"

"Then I'm definitely going too. The top courtesan at Changle Tower, Young Master Fufeng, is handsome and gentle, and his every move is famous throughout the region. I absolutely adore him!"

"Yes, today I must get Master Fufeng's embroidered ball. Tonight is our wedding night."

"Hey? You can't say that. We're just joining in the fun. The eldest daughter of the Jin family has been in love with Fufeng for a long time. Think about it, which man can escape the palm of her hand if the eldest daughter of the Jin family wants to get him? I guess throwing the embroidered ball is just a formality."

Ye Wanqing was not interested in these so-called marriage proposals. She rejected Sikong's invitation to the Demon Palace. At this moment, she just wanted to find a simple inn and wait for the forbidden area to open in three days.

"I, I, I, I! Master Fufeng, look at me, look at me, look at me! I am willing to spend a huge amount of gold for you."

"Ahhhh, Master Fufeng is so handsome! Master Fufeng, I want to spend a wonderful night with you tonight!"

In the attic full of magic flowers, a man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes like stars, dressed in a crescent-colored brocade robe, with drooping eyelashes and a faint smile always floating on his lips, like the bright moon in the world, the floating clouds in the sky, and the warm sun in spring.

The red mole between his eyebrows gave his originally gentle and light face an unusually stunning look. His voice was like the sound of a deep stream in an empty valley. "Hello, ladies! I am Fu Feng from Changle Tower. Now I will start tossing the embroidered ball."

Fu Feng lowered his eyes, hiding the unclear emotions in his eyes. He didn't know what he saw, but the corners of his lips gradually rose.

On the other side, Ye Wanqing wanted to leave in another direction, but she sensed some kind of aura. She paused slightly and narrowed her eyes. It was Jialanhua!

The scent of the healer uncle's third divine-level herb!

Changle Tower has the scent of jasmine flowers!

But the breath was fleeting.

When Ye Wanqing used her divine power to explore the scent of the Jialan flower again, suddenly, the hydrangea fell towards her.

When they were only an inch apart, Ye Wanqing sensed some kind of aura and subconsciously used the strange fire, turning the hydrangea into ashes.

Everyone looked at each other, confused for a moment.

"The hydrangea is burnt? Huh? Then what does this mean? Did I throw it in or not? Why don't you throw it again? I'm sure I can catch it this time!"

"Oh, where did this person come from? How dare they burn Master Fufeng's embroidered ball? You don't want such a good fortune? Give it to me, I want it!"

At this time, a woman in black walked out from downstairs of Changle Building. The black hair by her ears fell in the wind, adding a bit of seductive charm. Under the half-covered black gauze dress, her snow-white skin and ambiguous red marks were faintly visible. She covered her lips and smiled.

"I am the owner of Changle Tower, Duoqing. This girl looks very unfamiliar to me, but it doesn't matter. Our Changle Tower is about freedom and happiness. Regardless of one's identity or background, congratulations to this girl for taking the virginity of our Fufeng Master~"

Ye Wanqing's eyes held an ambiguous expression, concealing her unclear feelings. She curled her lips into a smile, "The embroidery ball is ruined, so what? And I'm just an ordinary passerby."

"girl."

The familiar gentle voice from before sounded again, "Girl, I like you~"

Ye Wanqing subconsciously looked towards Fu Feng on the attic, with an ambiguous look in her eyes. He was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, with a head of black hair hanging down neatly, sparkling with a bright luster.

"How dare you! Where are you from? How dare you snatch the husband I've chosen?!"

Suddenly, a fierce magical power swept past, carrying endless murderous intent. Ye Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and the Nine Heavens Divine Fire passed by her fingertips, and the magical power disappeared instantly.

The person who came was dancing in a red dress, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes full of jealousy as she looked at Ye Wanqing. She held a long whip in her hand, and her originally beautiful face was made less beautiful by her eyes. She always felt a familiar sense of disgust when looking at the woman in front of her.

"You're from the Heavenly Spirit Realm or the Cang Qiong Continent? When you came to the Demon Realm, didn't you find out that Fu Feng was my man? How dare you touch my man!"

Ye Wanqing's lips curled up slightly. It was actually her, the woman who had competed with him for the Moon Flower in the psychedelic forest last time.

Oh, it’s true that enemies always meet.

"Your man? Then I'll give it to you."

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other, completely unable to guess what would happen next. That girl actually handed Fu Feng over?

Jin Ning's expression paused, as if she was unable to react. After she came to her senses, she slammed the whip in her hand to the ground. "What do you mean by this?! My man needs you to give way? How dare you look down on me! Die!"

In an instant, fierce magical power filled the surroundings, and the pressure of the Saint King Realm pressed directly towards Ye Wanqing.

Everyone was horrified. "Hiss—I never thought the eldest daughter of the Jin family had actually reached the Saint King realm?! She truly deserves to be called the First Saint of the Demon Clan."

The pressure from the Saint King realm confined Ye Wanqing's entire body. The huge difference in pressure made her feel a numbness in her heart.

But is that all?