Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

"Jiuyi, I'll take them there, you don't have to go."

Behind him were a group of demons lined up, a total of thirty thousand of them, all of whom had just put their souls into this temporary body.

Wen Ling selected a thousand of them to go into Jiangming Mountain with her, and the rest of the monsters stayed at the foot of Jiangming Mountain on standby.

The same scene, Taihe still brought people out to greet them, "Please come in."

When their eyes met, the smiles in both of them were not visible.

Wen Ling reached out and held Qinian's hand. Seeing the smile on Taihe's face froze, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but widen.

In the same hall, when Wen Ling walked in, Qinian was stopped.

"Junior brother, wait outside with me."

Wen Ling glanced at the scene, then looked at Taihe. His expression was normal and nothing could be seen.

Qi Nian tightened his grip on Wen Ling's hand, not intending to pay any attention. The situation became somewhat tense for a moment.

"Anian, just stay here. I'll come out after I sign the contract with Taoist Taihe."

Wen Ling released her grip on his hand and gave him a soothing smile.

Qinian had a cold expression and stared at Wen Ling closely.

Wen Ling leaned closer to him and whispered soothing words in his ear.

"obedient."

As soon as these words came out, Qinian's breath suddenly relaxed.

Taihe turned his back to avoid seeing anything.

Qinian stood beside Yu Heng, while Wen Ling brought ten demon subordinates into the hall and sat down.

Taihe glanced at the ten demons behind Wen Ling.

"You are quite alert."

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow but didn't answer. She lowered her head and signed her name on the contract that Taihe handed over.

The two men stood up at the same time, and the sound of fighting could be heard outside the hall.

Taihe raised the contract in his hand, and it turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"The demon race went back on their word last time, so I don't think it's excessive now."

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, and Wen Ling's expression remained unchanged. The sounds of fighting outside were getting louder and louder.

Qinian's eyes flickered, and he quickly walked towards the hall, but was knocked away by a golden barrier in front of him.

He landed on the ground, half-knelt with the sword in his hand, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Heng stepped forward quickly, held his shoulders and used his magic to heal him.

Seeing that he was about to rush forward, Yu Heng grabbed his arm.

"Don't waste your time, Junior Brother. You can't get in."

"what is that?"

Qi Nian stood up with his lips pale, and looked at the golden barrier of the hall with a stern look in his eyes.

Yu Heng didn't say anything, and Qinian looked back.

The place was in chaos. Three thousand demon soldiers and disciples of Jiangming Mountain had already started fighting. The originally clean ground was now covered in blood.

"Is this Master's order?"

Yu Heng avoided Qinian's sight.

"Yes."

"why?"

Qinian was puzzled. Wasn't a truce what Master had always hoped for? Why was he going back on his word now?

Yu Heng lowered his eyes, clenched his fists and then looked at Qinian.

"Junior brother, there's no point in knowing so much now."

The breeze blows, but it is bone-chillingly cold even in the bright months of March and April.

Qinian came towards the hall with a sword in hand, and Yu Heng also stood in front of him with a sword.

His mission today is to stop his junior brother.

The two brothers stood facing each other with swords in hand for the first time. Qi Nian's dark eyes were calm, and for the first time, his gaze was cold as he looked at Yu Heng.

"Step aside."

"I'm sorry, Brother, I can't obey."

Taichu's sword intent was majestic, and the swords collided with each other, sparks flashed.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother."

Qinian exerted force on his wrist, and Yu Heng could not resist, so he stepped back and knelt on the ground. Yu Heng was about to stand up and rush towards Qinian with a sword in hand, but Qinian was one step faster than him and rushed towards the hall.

Inside the hall, Taihe looked at Wen Ling's calm expression and narrowed his eyes.

"Isn't the Demon King anxious?"

Wen Ling looked at him with a smile, "The sounds of fighting outside are deafening, and my 30,000 demon soldiers haven't attacked yet. I wonder what Taoist Taihe has done?"

Taihe stroked his beard, tilted his head back and laughed out loud.

"The Great Demon-Subduing Formation."

Wen Ling understood. No wonder he only saw the elders but not the other two leaders of Jiangming Mountain.

The ten great demons behind Wen Ling put their right hands on the weapons at their waists and looked at Taihe warily.

With just Wen Ling's command, the swords in their hands would be unsheathed immediately.

"Then what is the golden light in this hall?"

Wen Ling looked around and happened to meet Qinian's eyes as he slashed at the golden light with a sword, but was quickly bounced away.

"Junior brother, give up. It can't be opened."

"What exactly is this?"

Qi Nian stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze towards Yu Heng became increasingly cold.

"It's the Fuguang Formation."

"The Fuguang Formation? The Taoist is truly generous. Although my strength is not bad, it is far inferior to Fu Yuan. The last time Fu Yuan came, he couldn't get the Taoist to use the Fuguang Formation. Shouldn't I feel very honored?"

Taihe's originally ethereal and indifferent expression quickly disappeared, and he looked at Wen Ling with a look that seemed to want to kill him but couldn't.

"Fu Yuan was suspicious and murderous by nature, but you took his life so easily and without any effort in a moment. Doesn't that prove something?"

Fu Yuan has always been proud of his own strength and looked down on others, but he never expected that the land of beauties could be a den of death.

This demon woman was truly capable. Not only did she make a powerful and bloodthirsty demon like Fu Yuan fall for her beauty, she even led the disciple she had trained for so many years astray.

How can we not kill?

He tried to persuade Qinian many times, but failed to make him wake up. Instead, he got deeper and deeper into trouble and went further and further astray. Now, only by getting rid of this evil woman can he truly wake up.

The Fuguang Formation is the highest-level formation in Jiangming Mountain. It requires ten thousand years of good fortune to activate it, and the person who opens the formation needs to sacrifice all his or her magic power.

Almost all the formations in Jiangming Mountain require fortune and luck, and this fortune and luck is not easy to accumulate. Taihe may have emptied all the fortune and luck in the entire Jiangming Mountain, and not only that, he also sacrificed himself.

You have to know that Taihe is the strongest fighter in Jiangming Mountain. Once the Fuguang formation is opened, he will be no different from an ordinary old man.

Wen Ling laughed out loud, feeling truly honored.

She had expected Taihe to ambush her at Jiangming Mountain, but what a big move.

It seems that her kidnapping of Qinian was a huge shock to Taihe.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. Whether the amount is big or small will not affect today’s outcome.

A golden light flashed above the hall. Wen Ling looked outside the hall. The Taichu in Qinian's hand hit the golden light again and again but could not break it. The hand holding Taichu was worn and bleeding. His face was pale, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. His cold and white cheeks were stained with blood from nowhere.

The hair that had been obediently draped behind her was now disheveled, with a few strands of hair in front of her forehead falling on both sides of her cheeks. Her eyes trembled, and she looked at Wen Ling with extreme panic and fear.

It looks disheveled and fragile, so pitiful that people want to hold it in their arms and comfort it.

The golden light not only blocked the space but also blocked the sound. Wen Ling smiled at him soothingly and shook her head.

Qi Nian knelt there, and the Taichu in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.