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

"Then use your dragon scales to exchange for the secret book!" Qing Yan raised her eyebrows and said.

His eyes fell on Xuanqing's neck with a hint of teasing.

Xuan Qing's expression tightened upon hearing this. He quickly stood up, leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands respectfully, and said, "I'll take my leave."

After saying that, he turned around and cast a spell and flew away. He looked so anxious as if he was afraid of being entangled by something.

Seeing this, Qingyan's mouth corners slowly rose.

Then, he started laughing.

That laughter seemed to carry a kind of magic.

Xuanqing felt that the laughter was like a devil's sound piercing his ears, disturbing his heart and making him panic.

At this time, he could only speed up and run away.

But the strange thing is that no matter how he flew, he was always trapped in this small world and could not escape.

In a panic, Xuanqing saw a willow tree in front of him, and with a flash of his body, he stood steadily on the willow tree.

He hurriedly drew out the peach wood sword behind him, concentrated his mind and tried to calm his panicked mood.

A ball of fire appeared out of nowhere and attached itself to the sword. The surrounding spiritual power seemed to have been summoned by something and rushed towards Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath and shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

In an instant, the gathered spiritual energy condensed together and formed countless peach wood swords, which, with fierce momentum, chopped down the surrounding rows of willow trees.

Qingyan stood up from the spiritual plants without any hurry.

Regarding Xuanqing's action, she was not angry at all, but laughed.

"It's really funny."

Xuan Qing, holding a peach wood sword, flew towards Qing Yan, shouting, "Monster, look at the sword!

I will surrender you!"

Qing Yan dodged the fierce blow cleverly by moving sideways, and then smiled with her hands covering her mouth: "The young Taoist priest's expression changes really quickly.

With just this much skill, Xiao Dao has become a poor Daoist. It's interesting."

As she spoke, Qingyan actually started dancing in the bushes of spiritual plants.

The bells on the ankles then made a crisp yet attractive sound.

Like a soul-calling bell, it tugged at Xuanqing's heartstrings again and again.

Seeing this, Xuanqing shook his head slightly, and swung the flaming peach wood sword in his hand directly at Qingyan's feet.

The flames instantly burned her legs, and her originally snow-white legs turned charred in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" Qingyan screamed, her body became unstable and she fell to the ground in an instant.

Her legs also turned into willow branches, and she lay there among the spiritual plants.

She pointed at Xuanqing, her eyes filled with disbelief, and said weakly, "You are so cruel, Taoist..."

Xuanqing stepped on the void, holding the peach wood sword tightly in his hand.

Holding the whisk in his left hand, he flashed and flew to Qingyan's side. He squatted down and used the peach wood sword to pry open Qingyan's clothes.

When he saw the secret book he longed for, his face suddenly lit up with joy, but he was still muttering, "What a sin."

After saying that, he picked up the secret book and made it fly up, then reached out and caught it steadily, putting it in the lapel of his chest.

Then, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes, a green light flashed in her eyes, and the legs that had turned into willow branches instantly returned to their original appearance.

She slowly sat up, reached out and took Xuanqing's whisk, and said in a delicate voice: "Xuanqing, you are really amazing."

Xuanqing raised his head and looked at Qingyan in disbelief.

She was stunned. Qingyan smiled sweetly and blew a breath gently at Xuanqing.

Suddenly, Xuan Qing felt as if he was smoked by smoke, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The peach wood sword in his hand pointed at Qingyan's throat, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?

If you don't tell me, I will burn your land down!"

Qingyan directly grasped Xuanqing's peach wood sword with one hand and said calmly, "It's me, Qingyan."

Xuanqing only felt the sound of "It's me, Jinglian..." echoing in his ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. It was Xu Wan, the woman he had been dreaming about.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and he blurted out: "Jinglian? Why are you here?"

After saying that, he quickly retracted the peach wood sword and stood upside down at his side.

Qingyan silently chanted "Jinglian" and thought to herself, "Could this Jinglian be the woman this Taoist priest loves?"

Thinking of this, she began to act pretentiously and said in a delicate voice, "Xuanqing, I'll wait for you here."

Hearing this, Xuan Qing suddenly smiled foolishly, scratched his head and said, "Wait for me? How is the matter between you and Emperor going?"

Qingyan was a little flustered when she heard this, but she pretended to be calm and said casually: "Well, it has been dealt with?

That's why I came to you so anxiously, Xuanqing, come play with me!"

When Xuanqing heard this, he was secretly delighted, his ears turned red, and he moved closer to Qingyan.

"Jinglian, thank you for letting me drink the Emperor's heart blood.

Tell me, have you ended your relationship as Taoist companion with the Emperor?

I know you like me in your heart, that’s why you always like to tease me.”

As he spoke, Xuan Qing opened his collar, and the golden dragon scales flashed with dazzling light.

Qingyan was attracted by the golden dragon scales and secretly rejoiced: "Finally, I don't have to be trapped in this shabby place.

Thinking back, I just stole this secret manual..."

She raised her hand and stroked the dragon scales, exclaiming, "This dragon scale is so beautiful. Xuanqing, can you give me a dragon scale?"

“Okay, I’ll give you the dragon scales, and everything I have will be yours.

Jinglian, you said it would be great if I could turn into a dragon so I could be your mount."

The whisk in Xuanqing's hand fell off.

He held Qingyan's hand on him and said with deep affection in his eyes.

Qingyan didn't know what to say for a moment, she could only stare at Xuanqing and keep shouting: "Xuanqing..."

Xuanqing's heart was filled with waves as he listened to the calls.

He raised his head and placed his hands on Qingyan's face, his eyes blurred.

He murmured, "Jinglian, you stole this Dragon Transformation Technique from the Emperor when you were in the Azure Sky Palace, right?"

Qingyan nodded and said softly: "Yes!

I stole it and now I'm giving it to you.

Can you give me your dragon scales?"

When Xuanqing heard this, his heart suddenly became as happy as a blooming spring flower.

He held Qingyan's face in his hands, his eyes full of affection and expectation, and asked slowly: "Jinglian, are you happy with me?"

This sentence was the question buried in his heart, and it finally came out at this moment.

Qing Yan heard this, but lowered her head and said nothing, thinking to herself: "This young Taoist priest has been bewitched by my soul-calling bell.

Why don't I take this opportunity to absorb his essence and then refine him."

Xuanqing felt a little disappointed when he saw Qingyan remained silent.

He withdrew his hands, picked up the peach wood sword and whisk on the ground, bowed, and said sadly: "I am sorry for disturbing you, knowing that you only have the Emperor in your heart..."

Qingyan was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Xuanqing to react like this. She quickly stood up, held his hand, and called out in a tender voice, "Xuanqing, don't go!"

The bell on the left ankle rang.

Xuanqing felt a current running through his body.

He turned around and looked at Qingyan in front of him.

My vision started to blur and my head started to split.

The spiritual power in the body surged like a tide, as if it was about to break out of the body.

He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "The effect of this Gu Yuan Dan is really strong!

It seems that I can only eat one a day. Master really wasn't lying!"

At this moment, his internal organs seemed to be ignited by fire, his blood was boiling, and he felt like a giant dragon was churning and stirring in his body, making it difficult for him to control himself.

The two looked at each other.

Xuanqing gazed at Qingyan's eyes affectionately. Her eyes were like emeralds, which made people's heart beat faster.

He smiled slightly and said: "Jinglian, I want to see you in cat form, I want..."

Having said that, Xuanqing suddenly lowered his head shyly.

Qingyan's heart moved, and she thought to herself: "Cat? The person this young Taoist priest likes is not a human, but a cat? How interesting!

I was originally a human, but I fled here because I stole the secret manual from the Wuji Sect's leader. Unexpectedly, the willow spirit took advantage of the opportunity to possess my body..."

Her thoughts were in turmoil, but she was interrupted by Xuan Qing's sudden words.

"Jinglian, why are you so quiet today?

Aren’t you usually quite talkative?

Is it because of the Emperor that you are unhappy and don't want to talk to me?"

Xuanqing looked at Qingyan doubtfully, his eyes full of concern.

Qingyan frowned, and a feeling of dissatisfaction instantly surged in her heart.

She suddenly grabbed Xuanqing's black beard, her eyes becoming sharp and cold: "You are looking for death!"

Xuan Qing was in so much pain that sweat broke out on his forehead. He groaned in pain, "Ah... it hurts, it hurts so much!

Jinglian, the Emperor's blood essence is too powerful. I'm afraid I'm going to die.

Jinglian, I don't want to die, you must save me!"

Qingyan looked at Xuanqing's painful expression and thought to herself, "The Emperor's blood? Or dragon blood?

How could I miss such a precious treasure?"

There was a glint of greed in her eyes.

Then, pretending to be gentle, she raised her sleeve and gently wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

He comforted her softly, "Xuanqing, don't worry, I won't let you die."

After saying that, Qingyan quickly took action, untied Xuanqing's belt, and took off his dark blue Taoist robe and white undershirt.

By the way, he took the secret book hidden in his lapel and put it into his wide sleeves.

Then, her eyes were fixed on the golden dragon scales on Xuanqing's chest.

The dragon scales shone with golden light, obviously containing endless power.

Qingyan raised her hand to pull it out, but the dragon scale suddenly emitted a strong golden light, which directly bounced Qingyan away.

Qingyan's body drew an arc in the air, and the sound of bells rang out crisply.

Xuanqing felt a burning pain all over his body. He looked down at the dragon scales that suddenly disappeared with a look of astonishment.