Ninth-level fairy

There was only a teasing voice coming from outside the coffin:

"You've been a demon for hundreds of years, yet you still fell at my hands. You've been practicing for hundreds of years, but you've lived like a donkey. You couldn't even see such an obvious trick!"

"You...how are you still alive?" She could hardly believe what was happening before her eyes. She had clearly cut his neck with a knife and watched his body turn into black ashes.

How come this young man came back to life?

Du Fang squatted down and took out a small sheepskin man, only the size of a palm and covered in charred black, from the pile of ashes.

The figurine was covered in various profound Taoist patterns. Du Fang patted it clean and put it away, saying with a smile, "Take it home and wash it. You can still use it!"

He patted the coffin, lifted it up with one hand, and said calmly, "Tell your Holy Child slowly. I hope he doesn't like your flesh and blood! I also advise you to remember not to act like a demon in your next life and be a normal person!"

As soon as the coffin was lifted up, a shrill scream came from the coffin.

Du Fang grinned, raised his flying sword, stepped on the sword in mid-air, held the coffin in one hand, and flew towards Lingxiao Mountain in the night sky.

Lingxiao Mountain is more than 800 miles away from the ancient village of Zangyun. It was not until dawn that Du Fang saw the majestic mountain range shrouded in the morning light.

The huge mountain peaks pierce through the clouds and stand tall.

Dotted among the misty white clouds are vast and grand bluestone buildings, exuding an air of fairyland and shrouded in mist.

Du Fang did not enter through the main gate, but went around to the back mountain and climbed the steps up the mountain from the unattended wooden gate.

This mission was ordered by our sect's head master's junior brother, Uncle Xuanzhen, to go down the mountain to retrieve the ghost baby's body.

Before leaving, Uncle Xuanzhen specifically instructed them not to be seen by anyone, let alone discovered by their fellow disciples, and to take as many monster bodies as possible to feed that ghost thing.

So Du Fang deliberately waited for the monsters to come to him, so that he didn't have to look for them everywhere.

The mission was completed successfully. Du Fang sighed softly and said in his heart:

"Master Xuanzhen should fight for him the qualification to compete in the sword duel this time!"

Just after turning the corner of a mountain, three white figures suddenly appeared on the mountain path. Du Fang immediately crouched down and hid in the woods.

I originally planned to wait for the three disciples to come over, and then take it to Uncle Xuanzhen's room myself.

Unexpectedly, the three disciples sat down not far from him and began to discuss something quietly. The three of them spoke very quietly, for fear that others would hear and spread the news.

Du Fang hid in the forest and heard something like "Senior Sister Qingshuang, Junior Sister Qingshuang..." from time to time.

He knew who they were talking about. Li Qingshuang was the most talented, most accomplished, and most famous beauty among the inner disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

There was even an older master who had the audacity to propose to her.

As the outer disciple with the lowest rank and whose realm has always been hovering at the second level, Li Qingshuang is like a god to Du Fang, an unattainable existence.

The relationship between mortals and immortals is like the bright moon and fireflies.

He had been a disciple for seven years and had only seen her from a distance at the last Sword Sect Martial Competition. The light sword rhythm, graceful posture, and cold and aloof personality left an almost indelible impression on him.

He squatted in the forest for a long time, but the three disciples still did not leave. The voices of their conversation became louder and louder, and they even talked about the three of them marrying one wife and taking turns having sex.

Du Fang frowned when he heard this, but he didn't dare to go out.

These three people were all inner sect disciples, their realm was one major realm higher than his, and they had discovered what Uncle-Master Xuanzhen had instructed them to do. He was just an insignificant chess piece, and might even be killed to silence him.

For outer disciples like them, Uncle Xuanzhen's words are golden and he can decide their life or death with just a pair of words.

Du Fang became more and more anxious as he waited, fearing that the ghost baby in the coffin would have an accident and make some noise.

But the three inner disciples became more and more excited as they spoke these dirty words, the red glow on their faces became more and more intense, and they showed no sign of leaving.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he took out the rat from his arms, put it on the ground, and said softly:

"Go call Uncle Xuanzhen over!"

The mouse seemed to understand what people were saying and immediately ran out of the woods.

In less than a moment, the mouse came back, chirped twice, and crawled back into Du Fang's arms.

"Did you deliver the message?" Du Fang asked softly.

The mouse chirped twice in response.

Du Fang was about to speak——

Suddenly, the entire sky around the forest darkened, and the jungle on the back mountain was immediately engulfed in darkness.

The three inner disciples suddenly stood up, drew their swords, and shouted angrily:

"Who is it? Get out here! What kind of monster did you come from? How dare you trespass into Lingxiao Mountain!"

A huge black cloud passed by and kicked the three people off the mountain with one claw.

The black cloud spun around and landed beside Du Fang. It was a black crow, its eyes flashing green fire.

It is eerie and scary, and almost as tall as a head when standing up.

It was unpleasant, and the hoarse voice suddenly uttered a human voice:

"Have you brought anything?"

"I brought it!" Du Fang quickly fell to the ground, not daring to look at him.

That was the voice of Uncle Master Xuanzhen.

"Come with me!"

The big bird with black feathers grabbed the coffin with its two iron claws and disappeared into the darkness.

Du Fang followed behind him on his sword, and could only smell a hint of the stench of corpses. He didn't dare to say anything, nor did he dare to ask what kind of Taoism his uncle was practicing.

But it is obvious that Uncle Xuanzhen and the others are definitely not practicing the same Taoist magic.

The darkness disappears.

The two of them were already sitting in the house.

This is the pavilion on the back mountain, and there is a thatched cottage not far away.

The big black bird disappeared, revealing the true appearance of Master Xuanzhen.

He was dressed in a purple robe, his hair tied up in a bun, he looked dignified and his face was rosy, but if you looked closely, you could still see tiny black spots beneath the rosy skin.

Du Fang had seen those black spots before. They only appeared on rotting corpses.

But I have never seen it on a living person's face.

Moreover, Uncle Master Xuanzhen had a high level of cultivation, and he suppressed the corpse spots to the size of a needle tip.

Xuanzhen placed his hand on the black coffin, feeling the beating sound inside. His expression became more and more relaxed, and he smiled:

"You did a great job coming down the mountain this time!"

Du Fang lowered his hands and said, "That's the good teaching of Uncle Master. I'm just following his instructions."

"Sit down and drink tea!"

Xuanzhen poured the tea himself, and Du Fang sat down in fear and trepidation, not daring to sit fully, only holding up half of the chair.

"Among the outer disciples, you are the most talented and the most reliable. It's a pity that my disciple died early, otherwise I wouldn't bother you!"

The more polite Xuanzhen was, the more uneasy Du Fang felt, and he quickly stood up.

"Disciple dare not!"

"Unfortunately, you've been hampered by your life experience and have been wandering around the outer sect. It's been seven years since you entered the sect!"

"Yes, I have been a disciple for more than seven years!"

"Outer disciples are not qualified to compete in sword fights. That's a matter between the Qingying of our sword sect. Why are you so persistent? You should know that your background makes it impossible for you to enter the inner sect."

Du Fang said softly, "I have been cultivating swordsmanship for seven years. After reaching the second level, I have never been able to reach the third level. My father left a will before his death, saying that I must enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion to carry on the family lineage."

Xuanzhen sighed, "You are a filial son, but unfortunately, your identity makes it so difficult for me..."

Du Fang's expression finally changed, as if he had guessed something. He said in a trembling voice:

"Has the quota for this time been decided?"

"I came down, and your name is still not on the list!"

Du Fang stood there, biting his lips so hard that they almost drew blood. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He worked hard for seven years, working diligently for the sword sect, practicing hard day and night, and going down the mountain to eliminate monsters. His sword skills had already been among the top three outer disciples.

However, he was not among the candidates for advancement to inner disciples every year.

Every year, two spots are given to outer disciples for the sword-fighting competition, but this time, he is still not among them.

Du Fang suddenly collapsed. His face flushed red as he gritted his teeth and asked:

"Is it Chen Jia and Ying Xiong again?"

Seeing Xuanzhen nodded slightly, Du Fang could no longer control his anger and suddenly roared:

"Why? Why? Why is it always these two?"

"Because of your identity, because you are Qingling Tower!"

Hearing these calm words, Du Fang suddenly felt cold.