Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

"Bah! You are shameless!" Taoist Xing Chi wanted to take on the posture of a shrew scolding on the street, "If you lose, the best you can do is be considered the servants of Lord Sword Master. How can you let Lord Sword Master condescend to become the Demon Lord!"

"That's right! Wishful thinking!"

"Daydreaming!"

"Toad wants to eat!"

……

The Mahayana cultivators from the five major immortal sects were speaking to each other, showing unprecedented unity.

In short, they cannot lose the battle for the Sword Master!

But the demon cultivators were so thick-skinned that no matter what they said, they insisted that they were Ji Wushuang's most loyal servants and that Ji Wushuang was from their Demon Realm.

In the end, they even pulled out the three younger generations, Dongfang Daiyuan, Cao Yun, and Luo Xiu, and asked them to shout loudly, "Welcome Miss Demon Lord back to the Demon Realm" and so on.

The three demons: "..."

Don't ask, it's so embarrassing to ask.

But in order to snatch Ji Wushuang for the Demon Realm, they have no choice but to risk it all!

Dongfang Daiyuan blushed and said, "Miss, let's go back to the Demon Realm!"

When the spiritual practitioners saw you, an extremely delicate and pretty little girl, they cursed the demon practitioners in their hearts for being shameless and actually using the beauty trap. You are really an old bastard!!!

Dongfang Song said proudly, "This is my Demon Child. He has pure dark spiritual roots, you know? Lord Demon Lord came all the way to the Demon Realm just for my Demon Child. Lord Demon Lord said that my Demon Child is the son of destiny with great luck! Is there anyone more suitable to be Lord Demon Lord's apprentice than my Demon Child? No, right? Hahaha! Just admit defeat!!!"

All the spiritual practitioners: "..."

Damn it, they must beat this Eastern Region Demon Lord into a pig head!

The Taoist who guards the lamp glared and shouted angrily, "What's the point of having pure dark spiritual roots? We also have pure light spiritual roots! Where's Mo Lanxin?! Come quickly!!!"

Just now, a "heavenly thunder" struck down from the sky, and took away Mo Lanxin's light spiritual root and returned it to her. Mo Lanxin felt the spiritual root in her body, and she was already in tears and sobbing.

It was not until this moment that she finally understood how much she owed Ji Wushuang...

Ji Wushuang not only saved his own people, but also saved his own soul.

Let her stop being trapped in the past.

As one of the Eighteen Sons of Yunlan, the Taoists who guard the lanterns knew about the "Son of Luck Stealer" and naturally remembered Mo Lanxin, the "Son of Light." Now that they've been slapped in the face by the "Son of Darkness," don't they need the "Son of Light" to save the day?!

Mo Lanxin quickly wiped her face and stood out with red eyes.

"Miss, Lan Xin has been waiting for you to come back! Fortunately, you are back... I will never let you down! I will definitely work hard to grow, and in the future, I will protect the sect and all living beings..." and also protect you!

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest who guards the lamp clapped his hands vigorously, and then looked at Dongfang Song with the same smugness, almost wanting to turn his nose up at him: "Did you see that? A pure light spiritual root! And a light spiritual root that is so favored by my junior master! My junior master has done so many things to protect her! She is the true child of Tianlan's destiny. What is yours? An imitator!"

Dongfang Song: "..." Damn! It really is a light spiritual root!

Taoist Guardian: "..." Humph! What's the point of having dark spiritual roots? We won't lose!

Dongfang Daiyuan felt a sense of crisis. She stared at Mo Lanxin as if facing a great enemy, and the latter also returned her a firm look.

The words written in both parties' eyes were: The lady is ours! We will never give in!

The more they cursed at each other, the more angry they became, and they all looked like black-eyed chickens.

Ji Wushuang: “…”

Is there no one who comes to ask her about her wishes as the person involved?

"Ahem..." Ji Wushuang had to hold his forehead and said, "Okay, stop scolding and come to class together."

Both of them were stunned at the same time, and said in unison: "How can magic cultivators and spiritual cultivators take classes together?"

Ji Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "It's only three months, you have to come together if you don't want to. You don't have to come if you don't want to."

Three months?

When Ji Wushuang said "three months" for the first time, no one reacted. When she proposed this "time limit" again, someone immediately noticed something wrong.

"Master Sword Master, your knowledge is so extraordinary. Isn't these three months too short?"

This time, the demon cultivators didn't argue and nodded in unison, "Yes, yes, yes, three months is a bit too short. We're afraid we won't even be able to learn even the slightest bit of what you've taught us."

"Yes, Master Demon."

"Three months is too fast..."

……

Ji Wushuang shook his head and said calmly: "Three months is already the limit."

As soon as she finished speaking, the demonic cultivators and spiritual cultivators all stood there in a daze, their expressions showing a unified look of astonishment.

After a long while, Hua Fanyin stammered, "Xiao, Xiao Wushuang...are you...going to...ascend?"

Ji Wushuang did not deny that her strength increased greatly after swallowing the breath of the devil, but Tianlan Tiandao was so fragile at this time that it was not a good thing for her to stay. Three months was the last deadline for Ji Wushuang to stay.

During these three months, in addition to handling "personal matters", Ji Wushuang will also devote all his efforts to teaching Taoists from all directions, improving the inheritance of Tianlan Continent, and striving to repair the way of heaven with Taoist texts. Of course, the most important thing is to guide Mo Lanxin and Dongfang Daiyuan.

The future of Tianlan Continent will eventually be in their hands.

After a long silence, the Taoist priest who kept the lamp secretly turned around and wiped his face. As the oldest Mahayana cultivator in the Yunlan Sect, he had to set an example.

After finally calming down, the Taoist who guarded the lantern was the first to reveal a gratified and proud smile. He looked at the little girl in front of him kindly and said, "Congratulations, Junior Master."

As soon as he opened his mouth, other Yunlan Sect monks also congratulated him.

"Congratulations, Junior Uncle-Master!"

"Little Taizu! I wish you good luck in military affairs!"

"Congratulations, Master Sword!"

……

In fact, everyone in the Yunlan Sect has long known that Ji Wushuang does not belong to this small, weak, and almost declining continent.

She was so dazzling, so powerful, so pure... Her appearance here, saving them from the brink of ruin and decline, was like a miracle.

This is enough.

Now that they are able to stand up, they should not continue to restrain her.

This lovely person should have a wider world and a brighter future!

They will not tie Ji Wushuang to the Yunlan Sect and the Tianlan Continent just because Ji Wushuang is powerful and can provide protection to the sect and the people.

She is Kunpeng of the Nine Heavens, she should be able to fly freely in the nine thousand worlds!

But no matter where Ji Wushuang goes in the future, Tianlan Continent and Yunlan Sect will always be her hometown and her home.

If she is tired one day, they will be here, waiting for her to come home.

Ji Wushuang looked at everyone's sincere smiles, and suddenly a sour feeling welled up in his heart.

It was a very unfamiliar emotion, so beautiful that it made her a little uncertain.

Coming here...

Isn't it her luck?

She couldn't help but smile, a very bright smile.

"Thank you."

thank you all.

It gave me something to care about and also gave me a hometown.