Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even pause, pretending not to hear the man's hysterics. But Du Xiaochen couldn't stand hearing these words. His master was so good, how could he let others spread rumors and slander him at will! Even if no one else heard it, it wouldn't work!

The sword in his hand reappeared, but the originally blue sword body was now surrounded by strands of red.

He was about to swing his sword at the man, but Lian Qingyang seemed to have noticed his movement and called out, "Chen'er!" Du Xiaochen paused, put away his sword, and obediently called out, "Master."

Lian Qingyang turned his head and spoke coldly to the man, his tone reminiscent of a villain: "So what? It's just you and me here, master and disciple. You won't make it out alive anyway. How should we give the sect an explanation? Isn't it up to us to decide? Tell me, will I throw mud at myself for no reason, or will I tell the world that an outer disciple of Guiyuan Sect accidentally went astray during an opportunity in the secret realm and tried to slaughter his fellow disciples. Fortunately, I arrived in time to stop the killing. The disciple, unable to bear the turmoil, chose to self-destruct his dantian and exploded to death."

The disciple who had been glaring at Lian Qingyang fiercely still had his eyes wide open, but when Lian Qingyang finished speaking, they were filled with fear. His lips trembled and he shook his head, saying, "You can't kill me! You can't kill me. If I die at your hands, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

At this point, he didn't care whether he could beat Lian Qingyang or not. He forced himself to stand up and took out all the talismans and swords to throw at Lian Qingyang. These magical weapons, which seemed very low-level to Lian Qingyang, naturally had no effect on him. He stood still, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the things that were only half a step away from him were instantly frozen in mid-air, and they couldn't exert any effect at all.

Seeing that his last hope was gone, the man collapsed instantly. He immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to activate his golden elixir spiritual power.

Lian Qingyang noticed his movements, his expression froze, and he quickly chanted a spell, grabbed Du Xiaochen beside him, and left the cave in the blink of an eye. Although this was a false opportunity, his realm was too low to trap Lian Qingyang at all.

Du Xiaochen's eyes flashed, and he found himself still a little confused after coming out. Seeing that the master next to him still had no intention of explaining, he had no choice but to ask, "Master, is that disciple no longer needed?"

"He just tried to destroy his own Dantian and explode to death. He also tried to drag us down with him."

"Elder Qingli? Junior Brother Du! Elder, why are you here? Are you here to look for Junior Brother Du?" A voice came from behind the two of them. Lian Qingyang turned around and saw Junior Brother Qin and a group of disciples bowing to him.

Du Xiaochen then realized that his master had brought him to Senior Brother Qin's latest stop. Knowing that his master wasn't good with words, he tried to speak, but to his surprise, Lian Qingyang responded, "Yes. This secret realm is very small, and there are no treasures left. You can return to the sect immediately."

The disciple surnamed Qin was usually quite intimidated by this uncle, so upon hearing this, he immediately obeyed the order: "Disciple, obey!"

With Lian Qingyang here, leaving would be a matter of minutes. However, when they were counting the number of people and about to set off, Disciple Qin realized that the arrogant outer sect disciple was not in the group. He reported this to Lian Qingyang, but all he got was a sentence: "I hurried back to the sect for this matter. No need to say more, you will know later."

*

After returning, Lian Qingyang first took the disciples to the main peak to meet the sect leader. After Disciple Qin reported the basic situation, he led the disciples to retreat, leaving Lian Qingyang and Du Xiaochen in the hall.

Lian Jinfei no longer held himself in high esteem, his expression becoming much friendlier. He asked in a gentle voice, "Junior Brother and Nephew, what else do you want?"

Lian Qingyang didn't rush to answer. He just glanced around and raised his eyes to ask, "Why can't I see Third Brother?"

"..." Lian Jinfei choked upon hearing this. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His expression suddenly turned ugly and rather annoying. "Are you here to see your third senior brother or me? Why are you asking him?"

"Of course I'm here to see you, Senior Brother. I have something important to report to you." Lian Qingyang said solemnly, bowing. Then he turned his head and whispered to the disciple beside him, "Chen'er, you go back to the peak first. I'm hungry."

Du Xiaochen paused when he heard this, and quickly bowed and took his leave.

Lian Jinfei watched Du Xiaochen disappear before returning his gaze to his junior brother. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Just tell me what you want to say."

The conversation that day lasted for an hour, and only the two brothers knew its content.

*

"Have you heard? Lord Qingli is traveling around the world with his disciple. It's so nice to be his disciple!"

"Wasn't this news from over half a month ago? How did you just find out? What's the point of being envious? It's your fault that the Divine Lord didn't notice you at first sight."

"It's no secret that the Divine Lord has left. Is there any need to discuss this in secret?"

"Of course this isn't surprising. You guys come over here. I heard that the Sect Master has canceled the Bonding Ceremony that was originally postponed!"

Lian Ziye stood with his hands behind his back, approaching the disciples who were gathered together and whispering. After listening to what they were discussing, he coughed twice and spoke seriously, "Is the spiritual energy at Yehua Peak abundant? Can you improve your cultivation just by chatting here?"

Several disciples were startled and quickly saluted Lian Ziye. Although he had a stern face, he had personally selected all the disciples on the peak and they usually got along well with each other. Therefore, although they were surprised, they were not too afraid of him. One of the disciples even asked boldly, "Master, you see that Lord Qingli has taken his disciples on a wandering trip. When will you take us out for a walk?"

Although Lian Ziye was the youngest among his fellow disciples, he was very diligent in recruiting disciples. As long as he liked them and their temperament was right, he would bring them all back to Yehua Peak. He almost lost his temper when he heard this, rolled his eyes at them and said unhappily, "Senior Brother only has one disciple, and he's so obedient. It's definitely easy and hassle-free to take him out. But what about you? None of you are reliable. If I take you out, I'll only cause trouble for myself. You're all so weak. Why don't you go and practice well? When you become stronger than me, you can make demands on me again."

*

Three months later, the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze. It was pitch black at a glance. The dark clouds were so low that they seemed to be pressing down on a large palace on the ground. A crow flew out from the sky, dived down, and when it flew to the door of the largest palace, it was pounced to the ground by a black cat hiding in the dark.

The black cat, holding the unconscious crow in its mouth, passed by the indifferent black-clad guard at the door and stepped into the hall with light steps. The hall was extremely spacious, and several luminous pearls inlaid on the wall were diligently emitting light to illuminate the things in the hall.

A figure in a cyan-blue robe stood beside the desk, looking down at the man in a gorgeous black robe sitting on the royal chair, with disapproval written all over his face.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the black cat turned around with the crow in its mouth and ran out of the palace. However, after running a few steps, it was suspended in the air by a force. Startled, its mouth loosened, and the crow fell to the ground with a "thump". Then it struggled to get up, flapped its wings hard and flew out of the palace.

"Meow meow meow meow!" The food in its mouth was gone, and it cursed very dirty.

"Okay, stop bullying it." Lian Qingyang frowned helplessly, his voice much softer than before.

Du Xiaochen supported his head with one hand and raised the other hand in the air. He snapped his fingers when he heard the words, and no longer cared about the cat falling from the air. He turned to look at his master beside him, no, it should be his future queen.

Although she still had an ethereal temperament, her attitude towards him was no longer as lukewarm as before. It turned out that the status of a disciple was not as high as that of a Taoist companion.

"Master, there is only one bond-making ceremony. If we don't hold it in a big way, people will think that I don't value you, and then they will look down on you. Besides, I will have to invite all the uncles and aunts to come, and I can't lose face in front of them. Where can I, the Demon King of the Demon Clan, put my face?" Usually, when a good conversation didn't work, Du Xiaochen would call him Master, and it would work nine times out of ten, except in bed, because that would only make the Master kick him further away.

Lian Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, finally giving up the topic that the two of them had been deadlocked on for most of the hour and agreed to his plan.

*

Three months ago, Lian Qingyang realized that his apprentice had been infected with demonic energy when he returned from the secret realm. He suddenly realized that Du Xiaochen was the son of the Demon King after all, and would sooner or later inherit the demon clan's inheritance. Rather than awakening in the cultivation world and being expelled, it would be better for them to leave on their own.

So he told the eldest brother the truth after returning to the sect. After hearing this, the eldest brother pondered for a long time before nodding with difficulty and agreeing to let his junior brother go to the extremely dangerous place of the demons.

But who knew that the demon clan is now as weak as a bow and arrow, relying on the majesty accumulated by the previous demon king to support it until now. The demon clan is actually not that bad, at least after seeing Du Xiaochen, they are very respectful and humble. Lian Qingyang only then realized that bloodline suppression is extremely important in the demon clan. Du Xiaochen is a descendant of a pure-blooded demon clan, with the bloodline of the previous demon king in his body, which makes those demons surrender unconsciously.

Although some demons were very dissatisfied with the cultivator Lian Qingyang, they did not dare to offend him because he was the Demon King's mentor. They simply turned a blind eye and took a detour as soon as they sensed Lian Qingyang's presence. It took them three months to gradually adapt to this outsider.

Du Xiaochen slowly awakened the demon clan's inheritance after entering his father's bedroom. Naturally, the realm he cultivated in the cultivation world was useless, but the speed of the demon clan's cultivation method was not to be underestimated. In just two months, Du Xiaochen's strength was close to Lian Qingyang's. It might also be that Du Xiaochen's bloodline inheritance allowed him to achieve twice the result with half the effort in his cultivation, like a fish in water.

The relationship between the two was confirmed a month ago. Du Xiaochen's inner demons took over and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted, causing him to have evil thoughts towards his master, and then there was a ridiculous night.

He didn't know if it was because his master remained calm and composed no matter what problems he encountered, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of grief or anger about losing his virginity to him. This actually made Du Xiaochen respect him very much. He tentatively told his master about his painful and suppressed emotions, and his master accepted them frankly.

Du Xiaochen, who thought he was going to be tortured for a hundred or eighty times: ...

It was not until he secretly bribed Xiaojiu with a whole roast chicken that he learned the truth that his master had long had feelings for him.

Du Xiaochen, who once struggled on the edge of ethics and morality, was unable to extricate himself: ...