Zhao Ziyi was incredibly intelligent; how could she not sense Xue Jian's little scheme?

After all, none of the three male disciples who had been guarding the mountain gate had looked at her with pure eyes; their gazes were like those of hungry wolves eyeing their prey, as if they wanted to see right through her clothes.

Normally, given her temper, she would have already lost her temper and might have even drawn her sword.

But now, the situation is different.

She hadn't officially joined the Wuji Sect yet, so naturally she didn't want to offend these people.

She even had plans to make good use of these people.

She knew that sometimes there would be things that required her to enter and leave the sect. If she could get along well with these people, it would be much easier for her to enter and leave the sect in the future.

After all, she's not the kind of person who can stay in the sect and cultivate every day.

While studying at the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy, she would sneak out to play every now and then.

Instead of getting angry, Zhao Ziyi smiled charmingly and said softly to Xue Jian, "Senior Brother Xue Jian, you are so kind to me. Please lead the way."

Her voice was soft and melodious, as if carrying a hint of sweetness, making every pore of Xue Jian's body feel comfortable, as if he were in a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist.

Upon hearing Zhao Ziyi's affected tone, Xue Jian felt his bones melt.

He suppressed his excitement and reluctantly let go of Zhao Ziyi's hand. He thought he was being very gentlemanly and made a "please" gesture to Zhao Ziyi, saying, "Okay, Ziyi, come with me."

So, Zhao Ziyi followed Xue Jian into the Wuji Sect with light steps, her heart filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Fang Han, I'm about to become a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and I'm very likely to become the disciple of Sect Master Chen Tingxue. When that happens, killing you will be an easy task for me."

Zhao Ziyi thought to herself with secret smug satisfaction.

She was unaware that Chen Tingxue and Fang Han had a complex and intertwined relationship.

If Fang Han hadn't wanted to use her to lure out Ouyang Yan, a remnant of the Hehuan Sect, how could she have entered the Wuji Sect so easily?

It should be noted that, thanks to Fang Han, the relationship between the Wuji Sect and the Longyuan Sword Sect is no longer the tense and hostile one it once was.

Especially now that Xiang Wantang of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect is about to break through to the Spirit Embryo Realm, her strength has greatly increased, and even the White-Browed Supreme Elder is no match for her.

The Wuji Sect naturally dared not offend the Longyuan Sword Sect.

The reason Fang Han isn't killing her now is because she still has some value.

In Fang Han's eyes, she was nothing more than a pawn, a pawn to lure out Ouyang Yan.

But Zhao Ziyi was completely unaware, still immersed in her dream that she would soon become a disciple of the Wuji Sect, receive special training from the Wuji Sect, and be able to easily take revenge in the future.

At this moment, the heavy snow continued to fall, like countless white sprites dancing freely in the air.

The world was enveloped in a pure white blanket, with distant mountains and nearby trees all draped in a thick layer of silver, as if one were in a dreamlike ice and snow world.

Along the way, Zhao Ziyi followed Xue Jian, and everywhere she looked, she saw the Wuji Sect's rolling mountains and vast palaces.

Some peaks soar into the clouds, reaching straight into the sky, their summits shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland; others boast magnificent palaces with carved beams and painted rafters, showcasing the profound heritage of the Wuji Sect.

Every now and then, sword energy or fist energy would suddenly rise up from some mountain peaks, the sharp sword energy like streaks of silver lightning, tearing through the sky; the fierce fist energy like roaring beasts, unstoppable.

Zhao Ziyi couldn't help but marvel inwardly, increasingly feeling that the foundation of the Wuji Sect was no less than that of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

"Ziyi, you are so beautiful. Under the snow, you look like a fairy."

Xue Jian, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on Zhao Ziyi. Zhao Ziyi was wearing a light blue dress, which made her look exceptionally fresh and refined against the white snow scene. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like a clear lake, sparkling. Her cherry-like lips were slightly upturned, with a faint smile that seemed to be able to steal one's soul. Xue Jian felt his heart suddenly beat faster, as if a deer was pounding wildly in his chest.

"Senior Brother Xue Jian, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Zhao Ziyi deliberately lowered her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, and said shyly.

Her appearance was just like a flower bud about to bloom, making her all the more endearing.

Xue Jian was already captivated by Zhao Ziyi's beauty. In his eyes, Zhao Ziyi was a goddess, and he was willing to be her devoted admirer.

Zhao Ziyi knew in her heart that she would definitely need this sycophantic man in the future, so she didn't mind giving Xue Jian some benefits in words to make him more devoted to serving her.

"Ziyi, do you want me to tell the truth?"

Xue Jian's heart pounded faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

He was quite talented in the Wuji Sect, and by his early thirties he had already reached the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and become an inner disciple.

In the eyes of others, he has a bright future and may become a pillar of the Wuji Sect.

But at this moment, in front of Zhao Ziyi, he seemed to have become a naive young man, so nervous that he didn't know what to do.

"Senior Brother Xue Jian, of course I want to hear the truth."

Zhao Ziyi raised her head and looked at Xue Jian with tender eyes. Her voice was incredibly gentle, like a spring breeze, making one's heart flutter.

"Ziyi, you are the most beautiful, radiant, and captivating woman I have ever met."

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