"Um...I have something for you."

Jiang Deng touched her nose and thought to herself how annoying Ye Guchen was. These two people were so wary of her, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Si Mian suppressed the disgust in his eyes and said in a calm tone, "I came to the Paradise Palace this time with very few furnaces and tripods. Even the leader didn't have enough, so I don't have any extra furnaces and tripods for you."

Furnace?

Jiang Deng felt extremely disgusted. What on earth were this master and disciple doing?

They actually kept women with exceptional spiritual roots as furnaces? What on earth did they regard humans as? Slaves to be exploited at will?

Jiang Deng had never felt so strongly that he had done a good job in killing Ye Guchen and had not made a mistake!

"Senior Sister, you misunderstood. I'm just here to register someone for the Saintess Conference."

"Heh," Si Mian sneered, "I really misunderstood you. I didn't expect that you were here to deliver the furnace tripod."

Jiang Deng frowned slightly, "Is the Saintess Conference to select the furnace?"

"You know the answer but you still ask."

Hearing this, Jiang Deng felt even more upset.

Fortunately, Feng Qing didn't come, so let her stay and put an end to all the filth.

Although Si Mian was dissatisfied with Ye Guchen himself, she still took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it in front of her. On it was written a series of names, which was the list of people participating in the Saint's election.

Looking at the unfolded scroll, Jiang Deng's gaze fixed on one of the names.

Ying Yubing?

Why is Ying Yubing’s name on it?

Isn’t Ying Yubing the daughter of Ying Fuming, the Palace Master of the Paradise Palace?

Ying Fuming has such a good relationship with his four disciples, it is impossible that he does not know that the election of the Holy Maiden is to select the furnace. If she really becomes the furnace, even if she is lucky enough to survive, she will have no chance to become an immortal in the future. How could he be willing to let his daughter go?

Just as Jiang Deng was stunned, Si Mian's methodical voice rang out in his ears, "Tell me, which sect sent you here? What's your name? What's your constitution?"

"Taichu Sword Sect, Jiang Deng, pure yin spirit body."

Jiang Deng gave her name without any hesitation. Her chaotic body could disguise herself as a pure yin spirit, so she was not afraid if someone checked.

Si Mian was actually surprised. She asked again, "What's your name? You said it was Jiang Deng?"

She had heard the leader mention this name countless times. After some investigation, she learned that this person was the leader's master, who was later killed by the leader and his fellow disciples.

The saint participating in this election is also called Jiang Deng. Is it really just a coincidence?

"What's the problem?" Jiang Deng asked back.

"No," Si Mian shook his head and wrote Jiang Deng's name on the scroll. "Where's the person? When will he be delivered?"

Jiang Deng coughed lightly, "She still has to participate in the sect ranking competition, and she will be able to come over after the competition is over."

"Okay, once the game is over, bring her back to the Spirit Palace with us."

"Yeah, I understand."

Jiang Deng knew that Si Mian didn't want to see her dressed up as Ye Guchen, so after registering, she said hello and left.

Si Mian stood there, looking at Jiang Deng's departing back, her brows slightly furrowed.

Ye Guchen was actually a little strange today. He was no longer as cold and murderous as before. When he heard her mention the furnace, a hint of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

Oh, Ye Guchen has killed so many furnace tripods, and he is sad too? It's just a false sympathy!

After putting away the scroll with the names of the candidates for the Holy Maiden Conference, Si Mian raised his hand and waved it, and a hole appeared under the maple tree in the yard.

Immediately afterwards, Si Mian used his spiritual power to lift Qiao Yue's body and buried her in the soil.

As the soil fell and covered Qiao Yue's body, Si Mian felt a strong sense of suffocation in his heart and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

She has already refined the pure purple bamboo that she bought at the Jinshi Auction House, and her damaged spiritual roots are recovering, so she can continue to practice.

I believe that after a period of time, I will be able to break through and reach the state of spiritual transformation.

Two months later, the leader will go into seclusion. By then, his cultivation will regress to the Spirit Transformation Realm. That will be her only chance to kill him!

A hint of sadness shone through Si Mian's eyes. "Qiaoyue, and every sister, I will help you avenge your hatred."

A gust of wind blew by.

A leaf slowly fell from the blood-red maple tree and landed on Qiao Yue's grave, as if responding to Si Mian's oath.

——

Jiang Deng didn't waste much time. In just half an hour, he returned to Wangxian Tower.

It was late at night and everything was quiet.

Although there were quite a few people living in Wangxian Tower, the monks were all seizing the time to practice in preparation for the sect ranking battle in a few days, and no one was as idle as Jiang Deng and was wandering around.

However, to be on the safe side, Jiang Deng took off the ghost mask and restored his original appearance. As for the concealment cloak, he was too lazy to take it off.

He flew towards the open window on the rooftop on his sword.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Deng had already reached the window. When he was about to climb into the house, he heard a creaking sound and the window next to him opened.

Jiang Deng looked over subconsciously and saw Lin Jun, who lived in the next house, standing in front of the window, looking at her as she was about to sneak into the house.

"Where have you been so late at night instead of practicing?"

Lin Jun fixed his black eyes on Jiang Deng and spoke in a deep voice.

Jiang Deng didn't seem embarrassed at all about being caught. Instead, he said confidently, "Where have I been? Does it have anything to do with you having a spirit stone?"

"If I say yes, then yes."

As he spoke, Lin Jun lowered his gaze to stare at the cloak on Jiang Deng that was clearly a man's. Suppressing his anger, he asked, "Whose clothes are you wearing?"

Jiang Deng's patience was completely exhausted. "None of your business!"

Lin Jun said with a grim expression, "Jiang Deng, you'd better remember your identity. You are my legally married wife. If you were to meet another man late at night, what would others think of me if this were to get out?"

Jiang Deng laughed in anger, "I'm saying this back to you. You'd better always remember your identity. You've been divorced by me. You're an abandoned husband, understand? Don't meddle in my affairs. Just take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Jiang Deng was too lazy to argue with Lin Jun anymore, so he went straight back into the house through the window.

In her eyes, Lin Jun was already a dying man. Talking to him was a waste of time. She would be better off using that time to practice and improve her skills, so that she could be more confident in defeating the four disciples!

Bang!

Lin Jun's face turned ashen as he watched Jiang Deng enter the room and slam the window shut.

For some reason, seeing Jiang Deng ignoring him like this, he felt a sour feeling in his heart. This unfamiliar feeling seemed to drown him completely.

What's going on?

Lin Jun placed his hand on his chest, confusion flashing in his eyes. His heartbeat was obviously normal, but he strangely felt like he couldn't breathe.

Could it be that... his inner demon has become stronger again?

Yes, his inner demon was caused by Jiang Deng, and Jiang Deng’s every word and action would affect his inner demon.

Lin Jun's eyes gradually turned cold. The competition day was coming soon. Then he would definitely have a chance to eliminate Jiang Deng, the scourge!