Si Lei Zhenjun

Jiang Qianrou pointed at Chu Xing and asked angrily:

"Senior, even if this person is a disciple of your Yunxiao Sect, but he practices magic, what's wrong with me capturing him?"

Wan Shankong looked at her with some disdain and said:

"Which eye of yours saw him practicing magic?"

Jiang Qianrou said indignantly:

"His entire body has now been replaced by a strange and eerie black lightning, leaving only his head. Isn't this a demonic skill?"

The contempt in Wan Shankong's eyes grew stronger, and he said:

"You country bumpkin, that's Yin Lei, understand? And the reason there's only a head left is because he mastered a magical power that allows him to transform his body into lightning, but he can't fully display it because his realm is too low."

As he said this, he waved his hand impatiently:

"Forget it. There's no point in arguing with a mediocre person like you who is still stuck in the early stages of the Dharma Realm at such an old age. I also disdain to bully the weak. This time, I will go to the princess later to give an explanation for the Liyang Guards surrounding and killing the talented disciples of my Yunxiao Sect."

Hearing this, Jiang Qianrou's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly explained:

"Senior, I didn't know he was a disciple of the Yunxiao Sect beforehand, and his current appearance is indeed easy to cause misunderstandings. Could you please reveal this matter for the sake of my father, Prince Huaqing?"

Wan Shankong's face suddenly turned stern:

"Haha, a mere prince can't scare me. You'd better take your people away before I get angry. Otherwise, I won't mind bullying the weak for once."

When Jiang Qianrou heard this, her face turned pale and blue. She waved to the soldiers behind her and left in a panic with them.

After these people walked away, Wan Shankong looked at Jiang Wanqiu curiously. At this time, she was standing next to Chu Xing with a cold look.

Wan Shankong looked teasing, winking at Chu Xing and saying, "Not bad, Chu boy. You, a mere Jindan cultivator, can actually hook up with a female cultivator at the Hedao realm. You're quite like me back then."

Hearing this, Chu Xing was suddenly in a dilemma.

Wan Qiu now knows that he is an undercover agent from the Immortal Sect. If she were to return to the Thousand Puppet Sect like this, given her loyalty to the White Bone Demon Princess, she would most likely not keep this a secret for him.

Although the White Bone Demon Princess has repeatedly said that she doesn't care about his identity, this woman is a bit mentally unstable after all. Once she confirms his identity as a celestial sect, no one can predict what she will do...

But if he revealed Wan Qiu's identity as a demon cultivator, it might cost him his life.

Forget it, I'd better find an opportunity to test her opinion first.

Thinking of this, Chu Xing laughed and said:

"Haha, elder, you're joking. How can I compare to you? You look so heroic now. I can't even imagine how much fairies loved you when you were young."

Wan Shankong showed a very pleased expression on his face. He raised his head proudly and folded his hands in front of his chest:

"That's right. Back then, those fairies who admired me could have lined up to circle the Cloud Gorge. I'm not bragging..."

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Half an hour later, Chu Xing looked helplessly at Wan Shankong, who was still talking and boasting in front of him, and the natural smile on his lips gradually became stiff.

In order to avoid making the situation too awkward, he would occasionally nod in agreement.

He never expected that just a casual compliment would lead to this frivolous old man starting to blow it, and couldn't stop.

Chu Xing looked at Li Qinghe with some pity, and finally understood why the other party had developed the habit of speaking very sparingly.

If he had a master like this, he would rather be autistic...

Fortunately, not long after, the space around the four people suddenly began to fluctuate strangely, and two graceful figures, one red and one pink, suddenly appeared in front of them like ghosts.

One was a woman in a gorgeous fiery red dress, and the other was a woman in a gorgeous pink dress. She was Jiang Qianrou who had just left.

At this moment, she changed her previous arrogant attitude, lowered her head and stood quietly behind the woman in the red dress, as docile as a well-behaved sheep.

Wan Shankong looked solemn when he saw the newcomer. He stepped forward and bowed to the woman in the red skirt.

"I've met the eldest princess!"

Chu Xing and Li Qinghe looked at each other and followed suit by bowing.

"No need for formalities, Elder Wan. I just heard from my subordinates that there was a misunderstanding with your sect's disciples, so I came to see you. I hope you won't let such a small matter destroy the deep friendship between the dynasty and your sect that has been forged for over a thousand years."

Jiang Lihuo smiled sweetly, her long black hair gently draped over her shoulders, a few strands of hair dancing lightly in front of her forehead, adding a touch of softness. Her face was like a finely crafted work of art, her eyebrows were like a crescent moon, her eyes were like autumn water, like a noble lotus, quietly blooming, showing her graceful and luxurious posture.

"Princess, you are too serious. It's just a small quarrel between two juniors."

Wan Shankong smiled and waved his hand, then looked at Chu Xing, frowned and said in a serious voice:

"Brother Chu, when I arrived, I only saw you being surrounded and attacked by a group of Liyang Guards. As for why you two clashed, I haven't had time to ask. Tell me the whole story. If I find out that you were the one who started the trouble, I will definitely not let you off easily."

Could it be that he was the one who caused the trouble first?

Chu Xing understood immediately that this was an attempt to shift the blame onto the other party...

"Yes, elder!"

There was a hint of clear stupidity in his eyes, and he pondered for a while:

"My wife and I were happily shopping when we were suddenly stopped by Jiang Qianrou and a group of soldiers. She started to mock my wife and I got so angry that I said a few words to her."

"She got angry and tried to tear my mouth open and pull out my tongue. My wife stopped me because she was afraid I would get hurt."

"She knew she was no match for my wife, so she ordered those ferocious warriors to attack her."

"I was so scared that I used my magical powers to escape into the air."

"Then she slandered me as a demon cultivator and asked me to curse her again."

"I've never heard such an outrageous request before, but seeing her look like she was going to eat me, I was really scared, so I did what she said."

"Then she rushed over to kill me. Fortunately, the elders arrived in time and saved me."

After watching him finish speaking, Wan Shankong's mouth twitched.

Yes, I am hinting that you should push the responsibility onto the other party, but do you really want to do it so cleanly?

It's just a few words, can't you just curse at me directly?

You can make someone so angry that they want to rip your mouth apart just by saying a few words?!

You are so innocent, wouldn't it be unreasonable for me not to lose my temper on the spot?

But the woman in front of me is a cultivator in the Tribulation Realm. She can kill me with one hand...

Jiang Qianrou was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She bit her lower lip tightly with her silver teeth, and even a trace of blood could be seen oozing from the corner of her mouth.

She opened her mouth several times to refute, but found that what the other party said seemed to be true.

But every point seems to deviate from the facts...