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

Pei Yuhan stroked the hilt of the sword as if he was stroking a furry kitten, and slowly, without saying a word, it finally stopped vibrating.

"You can continue to preach your great principles. Anyway, my spiritual sense is blocked and I can't hear anything."

Pei Yuhan no longer communicated with Bai Jingjing at this time. Anyway, this guy would take the initiative to talk to him when he felt bored.

The swordsman in white took a step forward and turned into a stream of light and came to the depths of the spirit ship.

He had just given instructions through the token transmission, and the work of welcoming the Yin-Yang Holy Land was now entirely handed over to a Nascent Soul cultivator named Gao Peng.

He himself did not show up.

"This way, nothing should go wrong."

Pei Yuhan murmured as he stroked the slightly trembling body.

Chapter 9 Sisters, capture the Han Yang Sword Immortal!

Above the clouds, there was a charming purple-red lotus with a size of one hundred meters suspended. Under the divine light emitted by the lotus, the clouds within a radius of one hundred miles were dyed with a layer of charming purple-red.

Countless female cultivators were floating near the purple-red lotus.

These slim women were dressed in slim-fitting silks, and every move they made was full of alluring charm. Even the most famous courtesan in the world could not match any of them in terms of charm.

"I heard that the Hanyang Sword Immortal personally led a team to welcome us today."

"Well, it seems that Xuanyuan Dao Sect is very sincere. I didn't expect that even the most hateful Hanyang Sword Immortal could be persuaded... But I am still very scared, sister. What if the Sword Immortal suddenly goes crazy and kills us?"

“It would be even better if he dared to take action. I heard that a few days ago, the sword immortal fell from the realm of transformation to the early stage of Yuanying in order to save his Taoist partner.

The current Sword Immortal is definitely no match for the sisters. We can capture him and have some fun with him~!"

A female Yuanying cultivator named Yan Yaoyao said this as a sickly blush began to appear on her face. She placed a finger between her lips and licked it slightly, as if she was so excited that she was about to hum softly just thinking about that scene.

"Slut, you want to take the energy from that sword fairy? This will lead to a war between Xuanyuan Dao Sect and Yin Yang Holy Land!" Someone frowned, as if they didn't expect her to be so bold.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yaoyao opened the folding fan with her jade fingers and held it in front of her, fanning it slightly.

"Who said I want to take his essence? I won't use the method of taking away Yang to replenish Yin, and just enjoy the flesh like ordinary people. As long as the sword immortal does not suffer any damage to his Taoism, Xuanyuan Dao Sect will naturally not pursue anything."

"You have never witnessed the grace of that sword immortal on the battlefield of the great war between good and evil. After seeing the heroic demeanor of that sword immortal with my own eyes, my heart of Taoism was shaken, and every tripod slave I used afterwards was boring... As a result, I haven't made much breakthrough in my realm until now!

Alas, once you meet the Sword Immortal, your life will be ruined."

Yan Yaoyao stretched out her white fingertips to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her appearance was so pitiful.

"That's right. Don't forget that the sword immortal went crazy back then. He specifically chased after people from the Yin Yang Holy Land on the battlefield and hacked at them. Many of our sisters died at his hands.

Now that Han Yang Sword Immortal Tiger has fallen into the trap, after we capture him, even if we can't kill him, we can take away his Yang Qi and essence, and simply beat him up! This can also be regarded as revenge for those sisters who died!"

"That swordsman always looks calm and aloof, as if he has cut off all desires. He looks like he deserves a trap!"

Many female cultivators spoke indignantly, all of them using their small heads to control the big heads and supporting Yan Yaoyao's suggestion.

If the sword master does anything offensive, they will capture him and give him a good beating!

Among all the disciples of the Yin-Yang Holy Land, there was only a errand disciple of average appearance who looked calm. He was not like the group of beautiful seniors who were in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, fantasizing about a revelry.

"Shui'er, why don't you react at all? The seniors are going to capture that righteous swordsman, aren't you excited?" The errand disciple at the side asked Shui'er.

"So what if we capture them? You don't think that we, a group of disciples who have just established our foundation, can have a drink of soup, right?"

Shui'er shook her head and smiled faintly.

"Since I can't drink the soup, it's also good to watch the seniors. Maybe I can learn a trick or two from them..." said the errand disciple, but his words could not hide his disappointment.

After all, these errand disciples were just here to do odd jobs, so naturally they wouldn't get any benefits.

Shui'er didn't care about the loss of the people around her. Her eyes were fixed on the front, and she could faintly see a brilliant golden light breaking through the clouds and piercing into the purple-red clouds like a sharp knife.

The Xuanyuan Dao Sect welcoming team led by the sword fairy is here!

The sounds of the dragon and the phoenix singing in harmony resounded through the sky; the golden light parted the clouds, allowing the majestic spirit ship to float above the sea of ​​clouds.

A middle-aged and elegant monk with an immortal look jumped off the spirit ship. The surrounding clouds gathered under his feet and transformed into a crane, supporting the elegant monk's body.

"Hello, fairies from the Yin-Yang Holy Land. My name is Gao Peng, and I have come here today to welcome you to Dao Sect for a chat."

As Gao Peng spoke, the closed purple-red lotus began to bloom, and a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes flew up from the center of the flower.

The beauty clasped her hands together and performed proper etiquette towards Gao Peng. Although her posture was generous and elegant when she saluted, her slender figure highlighted by her tight robe still looked particularly charming, and her every move was more charming than that of the courtesan in a brothel.

"Fan Ya has long heard of the great name of Taoist Gao Peng. After meeting him today, I can see that his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. Fairy Fan Ya's cultivation has improved again, and a breakthrough to the Spiritual Transformation stage should be just around the corner."

Gao Peng silently chanted a meditation mantra while lowering his eyes, not daring to look at the beauty in front of him.

He could feel that Fan Ya's cultivation was now higher than his own, and the female cultivators of the Yin Yang Holy Land had repressive control over male cultivators of lower levels.

Even if the other party did not use any magic, but simply stood there, it was enough to make Gao Peng's heart beat faster and his blood boil.

If he revealed some ugly behavior during the conversation with Fan Ya, it would be a great embarrassment for Xuanyuan Dao Zong.

Thinking of this, Gao Peng felt a little resentful for a moment. As the swordsman leading the team, why didn't Pei Yuhan come out in person to talk to the other party's envoy.

Even though Pei Yuhan's realm is lower now, with his strong Taoist heart that once reached the level of a god, he is able to face these evil women with dignity.

But since Pei Yuhan didn't come out, Gao Peng had no choice but to bite the bullet and try his best to control his body to avoid any abnormalities and stay calm while talking to the messenger on the other side.

"Senior Gao, I heard that the leader of this team is the peerless Sword Immortal Han Yang of your sect. I have long admired the name of that Sword Immortal... Why don't you let him come out and have a chat?"

Fan Ya suddenly said.

“Palace Master Pei has had some problems with his cultivation recently and needs to rest and recuperate. He is currently cultivating on the spirit ship and it is not convenient for him to show up.

But Palace Master Pei also knew that he was being rude to the fairies, so he gave them a gift. If any of the fairies are good at using swords, they can accept it, which is also an opportunity. "

Gao Peng told Pei Yuhan the reasons he had given him in advance, then raised his hand and took out an ancient wooden box from the mustard seed ring.

He opened the wooden box, and inside lay a plain ancient sword.

"This is the sword that Palace Master Pei used until he reached the Jindan stage to overcome the tribulation. Up to now, this sword has accompanied Palace Master Pei for a hundred years. It not only contains Palace Master Pei's understanding of the sword's meaning, but the sword itself has also given birth to spiritual charm. It is not far from giving birth to a sword spirit."

Fan Yaxiu hooked her finger, and the wooden box seemed to be entangled by invisible silk threads and flew from Gao Peng's hand.

Her fingertips stroked the cold sword blade and then rested on the hilt.

Some indelible fingerprints can be vaguely seen on the hilt. I wonder how many tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times its former owner had wielded the sword, leaving such indelible marks on it.

Then Gao Peng was stunned.

Because in his eyes, from the time she appeared until now, the decent and dignified Fairy Fan Ya actually put the finger that was stroking the hilt of the sword into her lips.

She closed her eyes and savored the flavor like a gourmet enjoying a delicious meal.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the crystal water droplets on his fingertips.

Fairy Fan Ya bowed to the spirit ship.

"Thank you, Sword Immortal Hanyang, for such a great gift. Please forgive me for my poor preparation and inability to return the gift."

Chapter 10 Pei Jianxian, please open the door

Inside the spirit ship branded with the words "Xuanyuan", Pei Yuhan noticed the movements of the fairy Fan Ya in the void ahead, and his expression froze slightly.

He knew the other person. This Fairy Fan Ya was the maid in Shang Miaoyan's bedroom back then.

Although due to Shang Miaoyan's authority, Fan Ya did not dare to do anything inappropriate in front of her, but Pei Yuhan always suspected that the underwear or shoes and socks that he had lost in those years were stolen by Fan Ya.

Moreover, he knew that Fan Ya was a patient person and not as weak as she appeared to be. He had always been somewhat wary of this woman...

Facts have proved that he was not wrong. The other party was able to rise from the humble status of a maid to become a great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and was even able to appear as a special envoy from the Yin-Yang Holy Land to make friends with Xuanyuan Dao Sect.

This is enough to illustrate the transformation and extraordinaryness of this woman over the years.

“Knowing that I was the one coming to welcome the female cultivators from the Yin Yang Holy Land, they sent Fan Ya as a special envoy... Is it a coincidence?

If it was intentional, Shang Miaoyan should have come over as well.

But speaking of it, I haven’t heard any news about Shang Miaoyan for seventy years. I heard that seventy years ago she inherited the legacy of a great ancient being, so she went into seclusion. So whether she has come out of seclusion now is still a question mark..."

Pei Yuhan currently knew too little about the Yin-Yang Holy Land, and for a moment he could not understand the "chessboard" in front of him.

The handsome swordsman frowned, his fingers rubbing the hilt of the silent sword nervously.

A chilling cold air emanated from the silent sword, and along with it came Bai Jingjing's teasing consciousness.

"Why are you so panicked? Aren't you very confident in your master's magical power to conceal cause and effect?"

"It seems that you can't forget the bad memories in Yin Yang Holy Land. Even though your cultivation has improved, you are still like a frightened bird, afraid of being captured and used as a cauldron slave again. How pitiful."

"Shut up."

Pei Yuhan condensed the yang fire in his palm, and then slapped it hard on Buyu.

Snapped--

As the sword body vibrated, the extremely masculine and powerful fire-attributed spiritual energy seeped into the silent sword, causing the silent sword spirit Bai Jingjing to let out an irrepressible moan, not sure whether it was comfort or pain.

The cold sword body condensed into large pieces of crystal clear water droplets due to the collision of pure yang energy, and dripped onto the ground along the sword body, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the sword spirit.

When Pei Yuhan saw the silent female ghost finally shut up, a smile appeared on his face.

Just after he accepted Bai Jingjing as his sword spirit, this fox demon sword spirit always bothered him day and night.

Because Buyu is Pei Yuhan's natal spirit sword, Bai Jingjing has a wonderful "like-minded" connection with Pei Yuhan through this relationship.

Bai Jingjing had roughly read through all of Pei Yuhan's memories in this life. This female ghost sword spirit had her own dark history. Every time she brought it up to ridicule, Pei Yuhan didn't have the face to argue with her.

Fortunately, not long after, Pei Yuhan accidentally discovered that the pure Yang Fire in his body had some miraculous effect against the extreme cold attribute.

So from then on, whenever Bai Jingjing brought up his dark history, he would condense yang fire in his palm and slap this ignorant sword spirit hard like slapping his butt.

Bai Jingjing would usually become weak after the first slap. Even if she tried to hold on, she would completely collapse after the third slap and wouldn't be able to utter any arrogant little devil words.

Seeing that the female ghost sword spirit had lost her arrogance, Pei Yuhan was very satisfied.

But at this moment, there was a knock on his door.

"Pei Jianxian, please open the door and have a chat."

A tender voice came in, which was so sweet that it could send an electric shock through any man's body.

Pei Yuhan's pupils shrank when he heard the familiar voice.