After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

"Fan Ya, Xiao Han just made me unhappy again. He actually wanted to kill me for a little girl who had no femininity~!"

Shang Miaoyan complained to Fan Ya in distress, her scarlet eyes revealing a gleam of blood.

"........."

Fan Ya knew what Her Highness the Saint was going to do again. It was nothing more than to use herself as a punching bag for Pei Yuhan's offense and to punish him with the punishment she was reluctant to inflict on him.

After silently cursing Pei Yuhan ten thousand times, she silently lifted her skirt, revealing her white and tender legs covered with red whip marks.

whoosh-

A piece of silk emitting divine light was tied around Fan Ya's wrists, preventing her from lifting her skirt further and revealing more of her body.

"Of course, the punishment for Xiao Fan Ya should be done indoors. It would be too humiliating for you to play the punishment game outdoors. No matter what, Xiao Fan Ya is now the spokesperson for my holy land in Xuanyuan Dao Sect.

Besides, Miaoyan and Xiaohan had only played a few outdoor games before, so how could you occupy such precious memories~?"

Fan Ya just nodded modestly without saying anything more.

As long as it is the Saint's wish, she has no objection.

Because this is what she owes Her Highness the Saint.

Shang Miaoyan saw some reminiscence in Fan Ya's eyes and said with a smile: "Little Fan Ya, do you miss your sister?

Come to think of it, I killed your sister and abused you every day, do you really not hate me at all?"

Fan Ya shook her head, making a somewhat dry sound.

“Fan Ya has no right to hate Her Highness the Saint. It was my sister who was confused and made the huge mistake of helping Master Pei leave the Yin-Yang Holy Land.

"Her Highness the Saint only destroyed her body, but not her soul, allowing her to reincarnate smoothly... She also helped me enter the Nascent Soul stage. How can Fan Ya have the nerve to say she hates me?"

Shang Miaoyan smiled and shook her head.

"No, this is not my kindness, but a reward you have earned yourself, Xiao Fanya. After all... you were the one who reported your sister yourself~"

Fan Ya remained silent.

…………

Pei Yuhan flew towards the Han Palace Sword Mansion on his sword, speeding up all the way, fearing that Shang Miaoyan would change her mind and call him back.

"Alas, that witch actually moved next door to me..."

The swordsman in white had a worried look on his face, as if he had a bad feeling that his Taoist partner would have to wear countless little red hats on his head in the future.

Pei Yuhan raised his fingers and touched his forehead.

When Shang Miaoyan was not present, the demon mark on the forehead was as if it did not exist, and even his master, who was so powerful, did not notice it at first.

After two battles with Shang Miaoyan in the past few days, Pei Yuhan has realized that as long as the demon mark on his forehead remains, he will not have even the slightest chance of competing with Shang Miaoyan.

Unless you threaten me with death...

But Pei Yuhan naturally couldn't bear to die. He was reluctant to leave his beloved Taoist partner and his two disciples alone in the world.

So he could only bluff and had no real determination to "die".

Shang Miaoyan is an extremely cunning and intelligent woman. She will soon realize that she does not really have the determination to die.

Shang Miaoyan will grasp his weak spot and he will have no room to resist.

He will be completely eaten up by that evil woman!

"We must find a way to erase this magic mark."

Pei Yuhan murmured.

"And I can't let anyone in Xuanyuan Dao Sect know that I have an affair with the Saint of Yin Yang Holy Land...

A cultivator who has been a female cultivator slave in the Yin-Yang Holy Land will not be trusted by any sect in the cultivation world. All benefits of the Han Palace Sword House will be stopped. I may even be labeled a spy and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for soul-searching investigation. "

Pei Yuhan found it hard to accept that kind of ending.

His Taoist companion's cultivation was completely wasted at this time. If he were to be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"We must find an opportunity to go outside the sect and find a way to erase or seal this demon mark."

Pei Yuhan thought about it and jumped off the flying sword.

Suddenly, a petite figure rushed over from the side.

Pei Yuhan had long realized that someone was ambushing him here, but he did not choose to avoid it.

Rocket cone!

puff--

Yu Xiaoyan laughed and bumped into Pei Yuhan's arms.

Pei Yuhan looked at his little disciple who still had the innocence of childishness and couldn't help but smile dotingly.

"Xiao Xiao, you can't play like this anymore. If I subconsciously fight back one day, you'll get hurt."

Yu Xiaoyan raised her little head and said with a smile: "If I was injured by Master, would Master sit by the bed and accompany me?"

"Why, are you going to get hurt on purpose just to get your master to accompany you?"

Pei Yuhan tapped Yu Xiaoyan's forehead helplessly.

Speaking of which, I was still worried just now, but after the little disciple made such a fuss, I actually felt a lot better.

Perhaps this is one of the great pleasures of having disciples.

Not far away, Qing Yueqiu stood there at a loss.

She looked at her junior sister who was interacting with her master unscrupulously, and envy flashed in her eyes.

Unfortunately, she has grown up, just like a chick that has to leave the nest after its wings are fully grown.

She could no longer cling to her master as she did in the past.

Qing Yueqiu didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she vaguely saw Yu Xiaoyan turning around and looking at her provocatively.

Maybe it’s an illusion. How could my junior sister be that kind of person?

But still... a little annoying.

Chapter 23 Sick Junior Sister

"Master, Xiaoxiao has successfully condensed the sword intent~"

Pei Yuhan showed a hint of surprise when he heard this.

Yu Xiaoyan’s current cultivation level is at the foundation-building stage. She can condense the sword intent with her foundation-building cultivation level, but this is something that even Qing Yueqiu, who possesses an innate sword bone, cannot do.

Should we say that he is worthy of being a cultivator with the gift of a brilliant mind? This naive little disciple who has always been heartless has a terrifyingly high level of comprehension.

"Xiaoxiao, let me see your sword intent."

"it is good."

When Yu Xiaoyan saw Master’s happy expression, the corners of her mouth curled up.

Look, Senior Sister, the results of your hard work are meaningful only when others can see them. You are practicing hard alone, but you don’t take the initiative to find Master to show the progress you have made through your hard work.

No wonder Master is ignoring you more and more~!

Yu Xiaoyan put her index finger and middle finger together and thrust forward. The sword at her waist flew out of the scabbard automatically under the will of its owner.

hum-

With a burst of clear sword vibration sound spread out.

Qing Yueqiu, who was standing not far away, widened her ruby-like eyes.

Junior sister actually...really managed to condense the sword intent...she clearly gave up before, so her understanding of the sword must have fallen short at the last moment.

Or maybe she had already realized it, but was just waiting for her master to come back to show it.

What's the point of practicing swordsmanship with me for two days?

Qing Yueqiu felt a sense of frustration as if he was being toyed with.

My master had clearly told me to help my junior sister practice more, and I had also taken it ten times more seriously...

It seems that Junior Sister doesn't need my help.

Compared with Qing Yueqiu, Pei Yuhan's perception of this extremely sharp killing intention is more delicate. Although still immature, it is enough to show Yu Xiaoyan's own understanding of the sword.

To kill a man, you must first kill his will.

This sword intent specifically targets human will. Once the enemy's will is cracked, they will quickly lose the will to resist, allowing Yu Xiaoyan to defeat the enemy without fighting.

"Not bad sword intent, Xiaoxiao. It's quite exaggerated to achieve this level in the foundation-building stage."

Yu Xiaoyan felt extremely happy when she heard the praise from her master.

She put the sword back into the scabbard, and like a little animal seeking credit, she arched her back towards Pei Yuhan's arms, raised her wet eyes and looked at Pei Yuhan, her soft little mouth opened as if she was expecting something.

Pei Yuhan was naturally very happy to see that his little disciple had also achieved some success. He stroked Yu Xiaoyan's head and thought about what reward to give her.

Although the Hangong Sword Mansion is extremely poor now, it is not so poor that it cannot even afford to reward a Foundation Establishment disciple.

Since the disciples are so outstanding, they must be given rewards that they like.

Pei Yuhan thought for a moment and said to Yu Xiaoyan, "Xiaoxiao, you should be about to be promoted to the Golden Core Stage, right?"

"Well... Xiaoxiao's accumulated spiritual energy is already deep enough. I estimate that in the next month, I will be able to break through and compress the spiritual sea and condense the golden elixir."

It’s time to condense the golden elixir.

Pei Yuhan's expression became serious. He looked at Yu Xiaoyan and said:

"Xiao Xiao, do you still remember how I accepted you as my apprentice?"

"I remember that my parents were looking for extraordinary people from all over the world, hoping to solve the problem of me being possessed by evil spirits. Then, my master, who was traveling in the mortal world with my senior sister, came to me..."

When Yu Xiaoyan talked about the scene of meeting her master, her watery eyes sparkled.

Meeting her master was the most memorable moment in her life so far.

The only thing that can surpass that moment... maybe it can be achieved by replacing Master's Wife in the future and devoting oneself to Master without reservation.

Yu Xiaoyan snuggled in Master's arms, feeling Master's hot body temperature and strong heartbeat, and fell into reminiscence.