The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and the surrounding furniture was neatly arranged and spotless.

After a night of hangover, when Wen Zixi woke up, it was already noon.

She supported herself on the bed and sat up. She felt dizzy and uncomfortable, similar to nausea in her throat and the urge to vomit. Her cavity was also unusually dry.

Her long hair, as smooth as flowing clouds, falls behind her head.

Wen Zixi put her hand to her forehead, frowned slightly, and tried to recall her actions last night.

But suddenly he seemed to realize something, and he suddenly pulled back the quilt with a look of panic on his face.

After checking inside and out, Wen Zixi breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that nothing had happened except that her hair had been let down and her clothes were intact, with a few lingering scents of wine.

so far so good......

Don't let your carelessness give the thieves any opportunity to take advantage of you.

dong dong dong...

"Senior sister, are you awake?"

Xi Zhaozhao's low voice came from behind the door.

"Well, come in."

Wen Zixi closed her eyes. Based on the intermittent images in her mind and Ye Yongzhen's deflated expression, she felt as if she had experienced all the ups and downs of life.

But along with this, there is also an inexplicable sense of relief, as if a tightly tied knot is slowly loosening and is about to restore its original appearance.

But if it's liberation...

Wen Zixi gently stroked her chest and turned to look at Xi Zhaozhao who brought her sobering tea.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of reluctance welled up in my heart.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Wen Zixi who reached out to touch her cheek, Xi Zhaozhao was a little confused.

"No, Senior Sister just can't bear to leave you."

A loving smile appeared on Wen Zixi's face. "Our Zhao Zhao is so adorable. I really want to watch you grow up happily."

Xi Zhaozhao was confused. "Senior Sister, are you leaving?"

She thought of Nangong Xiuzhu who had left the sect.

It's hard to meet and hard to part. I don't know how Senior Brother Nangong is doing now...

"Senior Sister doesn't know either, but I have a premonition in my heart."

Wen Zixi turned his head to look out the window, muttering, "That day is coming soon."

In the afternoon, the clear sky was covered with thick dark clouds.

Gu Junming raised his head and placed it across his brow, making a rough estimate in his mind. He then turned back to the disciples and asked, "How's the Third Brother doing?"

Bai Linglong replied: "I went to see him this morning, he's still practicing."

Gu Junming nodded, "Wait a minute."

As the day approaches, Beixuan becomes visibly more lively.

There are limited locations on the coral islands chosen for the grand festival. If you want to witness the grand Poseidon Festival, which has been restarted after ten years, you have to set off as soon as possible and find a suitable place to stay.

Otherwise, if it’s too late, there won’t even be a place to stand.

This may be an exaggeration, but Gu Junming firmly believes it.

Before this, Gu Junming had participated in the Sea God Festival in previous years, but this time, after the destruction, there was a new life, and people from all directions came to congratulate and celebrate together.

The scale of the marriage was even larger than the one between the Nanwu ancient tribe and the Mu tribe, and it was unprecedentedly lively.

You may just have to stand on the periphery and wait for the opportunity to quench your thirst.

To sum up, if you go there early, you may not be the first to eat the meat, but at least you can have some soup.

The main reason is that Gu Junming doesn’t want to be too high-profile now.

Otherwise, rely on his connections.

In such a scene, anyone following Zhang Daoxu or Song Zhitao would be treated as a guest of honor.

Even if it was him, the Sword Lord, the Third in Command... no matter which alias he revealed, the sea people couldn't invite him.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Ye Yongzhen leaning against the wall with his arms folded and his eyes closed in meditation, Yan Xixi couldn't help but ask curiously.

Hearing this, Ye Yongzhen also said in a friendly manner: "It's none of your business!"

Qingxuan quickly grabbed Yan Xixi, who was acting so aggressively, and did not forget to give Ye Yongzhen a resentful look.

It's as if to say: Why do you always annoy Xixi? In the end, she has to do the hard work of comforting you.

Ye Yongzhen chose to turn a blind eye to this.

Occasionally teasing the little junior sister can make me feel a lot happier~

"It's probably because of that 'miracle doctor' that's been rumored outside."

Gu Junming chuckled. He had heard that people outside were saying that a miracle doctor had come to Beixuan. If his guess was correct, it should be Jiang Lai'er who had arrived.

By the way, Old Ye owes a lot of debts...

Although most of them are indirectly caused and unintentional.

But look at it from someone else's perspective.

The famous Qingshan Buguike is actually a playboy who only cares about his love and not his children?

Ye Yongzhen sighed and said with a headache: "I hope it's not what I think. It happens again and again. If possible, I really don't want to face that sick guy."

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

Gu Junming never tires of kicking someone when they're down.

Ye Yongzhen had treated him like this many times in the past, and Gu Junming was just doing this as a courtesy.

"Still laughing..."

Ye Yongzhen was ashamed, "Feng Shui is always changing!"

"Wait until it's my turn~"

Gu Junming sneered.

On the other side, Yan Chichun, who was being waited for by everyone, was using the illusion created by the "Wanhua Realm" to hone himself and stabilize his state of mind.

There is hardly a moment of rest.

Yan Chichun’s biggest rival is not Xiao Jianxin, nor the villains who betrayed her in her previous life.

But it was herself, her previous life self, the giant of the demonic path - the Holy Lord, Yan Chichun.

bang——

Yan Chichun, dressed in a purple robe, was blown away like a cannonball, but she quickly adjusted her body in the air and landed steadily.

This is a space of thought, with nothingness all around, as vast as the sky.

There is a round mirror under your feet that can reflect yourself, and walking on it will create ripples like water.

Looking at the "Holy Lord" opposite him with a blood-red robe, Yan Chichun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

This is the nth time they have competed.

They competed in the same realm, each fighting on their own, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

“If you want to defeat yourself, you must first admit your failure.”

The "Holy Lord" slowly raised her arms, and wisps of bloody evil energy surged around her body. She opened her palms, and the bloody evil energy took shape, condensing into three huge blood nails.

"You are me, and I am you."

"In your heart, you are invincible and indelible."

"But your faith has wavered. Defeat...is inevitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood God Nail was thrown out.

Yan Chichun twitched his fingers quickly, his spiritual power transformed into silk, and he used the unique skill of the Sky Spider Hall - the Centipede Silk Hand.

He wove a grid, then closed his hands, and the net was instantly straightened and pressed towards the Blood God Nail.

But the result is just as the "Holy Lord" said, defeat is inevitable.

In just a moment, the Blood God Nail broke through the net, and the blood evil wave it set off shattered it into pieces.

In an instant, it pierced Yan Chichun's body and completely destroyed this space.

Yan Chichun, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, also suddenly opened his eyes...