The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

"The demons don't seem to have any good intentions this time. The champion of this year's competition is the beloved disciple of Immortal Venerable Tan Luo, so we can't let her go." Mu Ying of Qingzhu Sect has a hot temper, and he is a fanboy who follows Tan Luo's lead blindly. Naturally, he is the first one who doesn't want his disciples to take risks.

"I think Zuoya is a good kid. He may not want to harm Xiao Hu. What's more, he is acquainted with Nanhe. If you are worried, I will let Nanhe go with us." Bai Chengyan said and glanced at his own disciple, who had no objection but nodded in agreement.

"Go away. It's okay to be the Zuoya man, but not his father. Don't you think about how Lao Tan was beaten by that Zuoying guy? If it's his father impersonating him this time, wouldn't Xiao Hu be in danger?" Danyangzi retorted.

"Senior Mu, what do you think?" Tan Luo ignored the discussion of these people and instead looked at Mu Yingsheng who was quietly drinking tea on the side and asked for his opinion.

The latter looked up mysteriously amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd and glanced outside the main hall not far away. "Why not ask the parties involved for their opinions? Both parties are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the area outside the main hall. Sun Zezheng bumped into Hu Xingtong, who had just returned. He asked with concern, "Junior sister, is the retreat over?"

Hu Xingtong looked at Sun Ze, scanning his cultivation with his scanning eyes. Seeing the realm he had broken through, he smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, I just came out of retreat." As he spoke, Hu Xingtong took out the refined Xiu Ze Sword from his storage ring and handed it to Sun Ze, "Brother, your sword."

"Guxing added some things to this sword for you, and its grade has been upgraded to the best. Now all that's left is for you to acknowledge it as your master by dripping blood on it. After that, Xiu Zejian should be able to give birth to a sword spirit." Hu Xingtong's words were filled with pride and expectation.

When Sun Ze heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He quickly took the sword, carefully looking at the light flowing on the sword body, and feeling the tremendous spiritual power contained in it.

"Junior sister, thank you so much! It is a blessing for me, Sun Ze, to have such an outstanding junior sister like you." Sun Ze said gratefully, and then he was about to perform the blood dripping recognition according to Hu Xingtong's instructions.

Just as Sun Ze was about to perform the blood oath to acknowledge his master, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, interrupting this heartwarming scene.

A disciple from the Fanyun Sect hurried over. Seeing his panicked expression, Sun Ze immediately stepped forward and scolded him, "Be calm. The hall is full of sect leaders. How can you be so reckless?"

"No, Senior Brother, it's outside the mountain gate. Someone claiming to be the young master of the Demon Clan has arrived. He said he wants to take Senior Sister Hu to the Demon Clan territory for a tour." The disciple was also very anxious. Seeing Hu Xingtong standing next to Sun Ze, he spoke directly, "Senior Sister, why don't you go and take a look first? I'll report to the headmaster and the others."

Seeing the disciple's anxious look, Hu Xingtong could only nod. After letting the disciple leave, he looked at Sun Ze and said, "Brother, I'll go ahead. Please tell Master for me."

"Be careful, I'll go find Master first."

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The disciple who had just left Sun Ze and the others flew straight up to the main hall and reported nervously, "Master, seniors, the demon envoy is waiting outside the mountain gate. He said he has come to welcome Senior Sister Hu Xingtong to the demon territory as agreed."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall who already knew everything understood a little more. Tan Luo looked at the disciple and said, "Has Xingtong gone yet?"

Sun Ze, who arrived late, stepped forward and answered on behalf of the disciple: "Third Junior Sister has already gone, and she should be able to bring people here soon."

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Outside the mountain gate, Hu Xingtong looked at the man in front of him who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an indescribable look on his face. The man was playing with a piece of bone in his hand. The bone was neither too big nor too small, about the size of an adult's rib, and it was polished from playing with it. There was nothing strange about the man's appearance, but Hu Xingtong didn't like it at all.

But out of courtesy, Hu Xingtong still stepped forward and asked, "Young Master of the Demon Clan?"

The man raised his head when he heard the voice, and Hu Xingtong saw what kind of face it was. He had willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose and cherry lips. He looked evil and handsome, but there was an indescribable weirdness in him.

"Are you... Hu Xingtong?" The voice was also soft and numb, giving a feeling of... um... a little submissive.

"I'm……"

The man smiled, and this smile was even more captivating, resembling the evil villain in a novel.

"Will you take me in?"

"Aren't you here to take me away?" Hu Xingtong was very curious why he wanted to see her, so she asked directly.

The man played with the bone and continued to respond in a good-natured manner, "I'd like to invite you to come over to my place. I heard that you won the first place in the sect competition and are quite powerful. You're also acquainted with the genius weapon refiner Gu Xing, so I'd like to get to know you."

He said it sincerely, but I don't know if he really means it.

[Xingxing, you can use the Scanning Eye to look at him, he is not the real him.] Chen Wu's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

When Hu Xingtong heard this, golden light flashed in his eyes.

On the other hand, the man who claimed to be the young master of the demon clan raised the corner of his mouth the moment he saw the golden light in Hu Xingtong's eyes. There was also a hint of curiosity in his eyes when he looked at Hu Xingtong. He did not hide or move, but stood there and let Hu Xingtong scan him from head to toe.

When the golden color in Hu Xingtong's eyes faded, he asked, "How do you think it looks?"

Hu Xingtong's gaze returned to normal, her brow furrowing slightly. Clearly, the scan results weren't what she'd hoped for. "You're not the Demon Clan's Young Master. Or rather, you're not the Demon Clan's Young Master I know, the one rumored to be there." Her tone was firm, yet also tinged with a hint of wariness.

The man, far from being annoyed, laughed even more cheerfully upon hearing this. He gently spun the bone in his hand, making a subtle but crisp sound. "Interesting! I didn't expect you to have some tricks up your sleeve. So, based on your intuition, who am I?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" Hu Xingtong asked back, while secretly alert, the spiritual power in his body quietly circulating, ready to deal with possible emergencies.

"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I can help you realize some of your dreams." The man slowly approached, each step carrying an invisible pressure that made the air around them stagnate. "For example, I can help you make further progress on your path of cultivation, or... help you solve some unnecessary troubles."

As the pressure continued to approach, Hu Xingtong could not help but take a few steps back. He made a feint with his right hand, and the Qing Huan Sword immediately appeared. The tip of the sword drew a silver line in the air, and the man just turned his head slightly to avoid it.

"You... why won't you even let me finish my words?" The man was obviously a little helpless. When he wanted to move forward, he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Zou Ya, don't bully her!"

Ye Nanhe's figure instantly blocked Hu Xingtong's way. Looking at Zuoya in front of him, Ye Nanhe was extremely helpless and shouted, "Zuoya, don't scare her, she's still young."

Zuoya? Upon hearing this, Hu Xingtong popped up a head from behind Ye Nanhe, looked at the strange-looking man, and asked Ye Nanhe, "Sister Ye, he is not Zuoya."