The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Chu Feng listened to Mu Qing's words and suddenly seemed to understand a lot.

He realized that Mu Qing didn't dislike him, but was afraid that he would eventually change his heart and let her down.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng gently stroked Mu Qing's head, his eyes full of affection and sincerity: "Mu Qing, if I really wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago.

Tell me yourself, how many times have you stabbed me?

And every time, I accept it willingly.

It feels like I owed you a debt of love in my previous life, and I’m here to repay it in this life.”

Mu Qing listened quietly to Chu Feng's words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he still maintained a calm attitude: "Continue."

Chu Feng smiled and continued, "You know what? The smell of your phoenix blood is very familiar to me.

It feels like a long time ago, you used to feed me with your blood day after day.

Otherwise, tell me, why can I smell the scent of your phoenix blood from such a distance?

When I tasted your blood, the feeling at that moment was really amazing.

And ever since I left Lingshan a few months ago, I’ve always dreamed of you. I dreamed of us practicing swordplay under the Wutong tree in Tianyan Sect, and I dreamed of you saying you loved me…”

Hearing this, Mu Qing snorted coldly and interrupted Chu Feng: "After all, he is still a master of emotional intelligence, and he can make up stories in a coherent way.

To put it bluntly, he's attracted by my Phoenix bloodline."

Despite this, there was a subtle softness in her eyes.

Perhaps, deep down in her heart, she also longs for love.

……

Shadow Academy, a magic cultivation hall hidden in a luxurious cemetery.

However, there is no real cemetery here, but its owner uses the cemetery as bait.

They tricked the powerful people into buying cemeteries, then brutally killed them and transformed them into soul-refining puppets for the evil cultivators.

A group of monks from Lingshan Academy were walking on an empty road. They looked up at the blood-red sky, their hearts filled with anxiety and confusion.

They hold tightly in their hands a token engraved with their names, which is their proof of identity as disciples of Lingshan. They can return to Lingshan instantly by just chanting a spell.

But at this moment, they were hesitant.

Today, in Lingshan Academy, this group of people made a bold and dangerous decision - to follow a demon cultivator to this mysterious Shadow Academy.

Therefore, they began to hesitate. If they chose to return to Lingshan Academy, the sect leader would definitely destroy their cultivation and expel them from the academy.

Thinking of this, they gave up on returning to Lingshan, but how could they survive in this Demonic Cultivation Academy?

……

Taoist Master Xuanqing was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, looking particularly mysterious and calm.

He carried a peach wood sword on his back, which was a magic weapon for exorcising demons and monsters.

A breeze blew by, lifting the thick black beard on his chin, revealing his immortal look.

He was holding a whisk in his left hand and an ancient compass in his right hand. The compass was engraved with complex runes and emitted a faint light.

At this moment, the needle on the compass suddenly stopped rotating and pointed to an extremely luxurious cemetery not far away.

Faced with this bizarre phenomenon, Taoist Xuanqing couldn't help but frown, secretly speculating in his heart: "Could it be that behind this cemetery is a secret passage leading to the realm of demonic cultivation?"

Such a thought made him feel surprised, curious, and wary at the same time.

The cemetery is like a towering ancient tomb, standing in a silent valley, with bright red words engraved on its surface - "Mengling Cemetery".

These words are as red as if written in blood, giving people a strange and heavy feeling.

Rows of red spider lilies and tall and vigorous green pines grow around it, quietly surrounding this mysterious mausoleum, as if telling an unknown story.

Xuanqing's spiritual consciousness moved, and the whisk in his hand disappeared instantly.

He quickly pulled out the peach wood sword from behind him. This sword was once a magic weapon that Xu Wan had said he would give him at the night market in the Netherworld Ghost Domain.

At that time, in front of many treasures, Xuanqing chose without hesitation this peach wood sword that looked ordinary but contained great power.

I remember that at that time, Xu Wan curiously asked him why he chose this peach wood sword.

In the end, Xu Wan exchanged one of his precious golden elixirs for the sword, and said that it was a gift for him to become his apprentice.

Whenever Xuanqing thinks of this past event, his heart can't help but feel warm.

Then, he seemed to remember something and frowned.

"Jinglian, are you okay now? How is your recovery?"

He whispered softly, after taking a deep breath.

He swung the peach wood sword in his hand and cut down the blooming red spider lilies and the old pine tree standing upright beside him.

Just as the last pine tree fell, Xuanqing suddenly leaped into the air and landed lightly on the ancient tomb.

Then he raised the peach wood sword high and stabbed it hard, pointing it straight at the center of the tomb.

In an instant, a dazzling red light burst out from the tip of the sword. At the same time, a powerful and mysterious force sucked him into the tomb.

Xuanqing suddenly appeared in a sea of ​​flowers, which was a sea of ​​exotic flowers and plants.

These flowers and plants instantly transformed into human forms, some male and some female, in various shapes and sizes. They surrounded Xuanqing and laughed, saying, "Hey! Here comes a young Taoist priest."

"The little Taoist priest is so handsome."

Another voice continued, "Is the Taoist priest here to take us away?"

Faced with this sudden change, Xuanqing simply waved his sword, and the flowers and plants that had just turned into human forms instantly turned into a fresh floral fragrance and drifted away.

Afterwards, Xuanqing closed his eyes and began to chant a spell, preparing to transform the evil spirit in the flowers and plants.

As the incantation grew louder, thick black fog rose from the ground and slowly drifted towards the blood-red sky.

When the black fog and the red sky met, some mysterious and powerful reaction seemed to occur. The two gradually merged and eventually disappeared.

Throughout the entire process, Xuanqing remained calm, as if he had done this kind of purification of demons and evil spirits countless times.

Xiaoyao Palace.

Chu Feng was soaking in the hot spring with his upper body naked.

Across from her, Mu Qing was also sitting in the water, but she was neatly dressed in a disciple's uniform that was white inside and blue outside, making her look particularly dignified.

Her eyeballs moved slightly, but other than her eyes, the rest of her body remained motionless because Chu Feng had pressed her acupoints.

Mu Qing's eyes involuntarily fell on Chu Feng's fair and smooth skin, and his heart was full of doubts: Why was there no trace of sword wounds on his body?

Chu Feng seemed to sense her curiosity and gently placed her hand on his chest.

Feeling his rapid heartbeat, Mu Qing tried to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly by Chu Feng.

"Mu Qing, are you curious about my body? Do you want to know why I don't have any sword wounds?"

Chu Feng whispered, "How about... you try it and see what's going on."

Mu Qing wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Chu Feng suddenly patted his head and remembered that her acupuncture points were sealed.

So, he quickly untied her points.

As soon as he regained his freedom, Mu Qing slapped Chu Feng's face without hesitation, leaving five distinct red marks.

Then, Mu Qingjiao shouted, "Chu Feng, you are shameless!"

Her voice was filled with anger and disdain, as if she was completely enraged by Chu Feng's words.

However, Chu Feng was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "Well done! I haven't been slapped by you in months.

Does your hand hurt? Let me blow it for you."

As he said that, he grabbed Mu Qing's hand and blew gently.