Chapter 46 Demon Cult White Moonlight 1 You should call me, Senior Sister

During the Xianqing period, the imperial court declined, and many martial arts sects sprang up in the Central Plains. Each of them established its own headquarters, recruited disciples, and practiced martial arts, becoming famous and upright sects.

However, the world is so big that apart from the Central Plains, there are many large and small sects. Among them, the Lingxiao Divine Sect in the Western Regions is the most powerful. Its founder, Xu Yuanzi, has coveted the Central Plains for a long time and is determined to annex all sects and unify the world.

In order to achieve his goal, Xu Yuanzi did not hesitate to practice evil skills in secret. In just a few years, his skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

He followed the Central Plains people's rules and sent challenge letters to the leaders of various martial arts sects. In just two months, he defeated all the leaders of the Central Plains sects, which attracted the attention of the martial arts world.

From then on, Xu Yuanzi became the number one in the martial arts world and never met an opponent. The Lingxiao Divine Sect also began to expand into the Central Plains. After annexing several small sects, its followers became more and more arrogant, often harassing the people, killing, burning, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

The people who suffered greatly from the Lingxiao Sect called it the "Devil Sect" and came to the mountain gates of various sects in the Central Plains to ask them to help save the people from the dire situation.

The leaders of various factions could not bear to see the people being oppressed, but Xu Yuanzi's evil power had already been perfected, and facing the frequent attacks of the Demon Cult, they could hardly protect themselves.

For decades, the dark cloud of the Demon Cult has always hung over the various factions and people in the Central Plains, and it has not been dispelled.

It was not until Xu Yuanzi went astray in his practice and exploded to death that the Demon Cult was leaderless and the various sects in the Central Plains were able to catch their breath.

Finally, fifteen years ago, the five most powerful sects in the martial arts world at that time swore an oath of blood alliance outside Xiling Pass and jointly attacked Qingluan Palace. After seven days of bloody fighting, with corpses piled up like mountains, they finally annihilated the leader of the Demon Cult and a group of elders, and seriously damaged the foundation of the Demon Cult.

The Lingxiao Divine Sect, which once threatened everyone and was so arrogant, has now fallen into decline.

The Ziwei Pavilion, which contributed the most and had the most profound skills in this battle, deservedly became the largest sect in the martial arts world. The other sects also had their own rankings, namely Linfeng Villa, Cangwu Gate, Piaomiao Peak and Xiaotian Fist Sect.

The five major sects are of the same origin and have settled disputes in the martial arts world together many times. The martial arts world is peaceful and there has been no disturbance for a long time.

In the golden autumn of September, Quanqing Mountain is crowded with people. This is where Ziwei Pavilion is located.

As soon as dawn broke, Ning Huaiqing took his Qingyun Sword and arrived at the Xiaguang Terrace on the top of the mountain early.

It is said that this is the best viewing point for the sunset glow of Quanqing Mountain. Every evening, the sky is filled with gorgeous sunset glow, hence the name.

Today is the Ziwei Pavilion's triennial opening ceremony and disciple recruitment meeting. In the center of the square, there is a two-meter-high trial platform, with the four corners fixed with the unique ice-black iron chains of Jinyun Mountain. There is no one on the high platform at the back, and the headmaster and elders have not arrived yet.

As the largest sect in the martial arts world, Ziwei Pavilion has attracted many martial arts masters and talented disciples to come and learn from them. The Pavilion Master has set up a "Sword Test Conference" every three years to test the martial arts and moral character of the participants. Only those who pass the test can officially become disciples of Ziwei Pavilion.

Ning Huaiqing, dressed in white, leaned against the fence, holding his sword, quietly observing the situation around him. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his back. Without turning around, he called out the name of the person who came:

"Ning Huaixiu, have you forgotten what you promised your uncle before leaving?"

A young man in yellow jumped out from behind and hooked Ning Huaiqing's neck like a boneless person: "Cousin, we finally escaped from the villa, so don't be so rigid."

Ning Huaiqing shook off his hand, his expression solemn: "We are here for serious business—"

Before he could finish his words, Ning Huaixiu interrupted him: "What's the business? Today is their sect's disciple recruitment meeting. We are just here for the occasion. We will stay for half a year and then go back to our own families."

What Ning Huaixiu said was something that had been agreed upon by the five major sects over the years.

Ziwei Pavilion has a unique mental method that is extremely exquisite and very effective for the introductory practice of disciples from other sects, especially the sword sect. The head of Ziwei Pavilion, He Wenqing, took the initiative to contribute this mental method, which can be used for disciples from various sects to practice in Ziwei Pavilion. The elders in the pavilion will also give these disciples guidance from time to time. Gradually, the other four major sects will send their heirs and favorite disciples to Ziwei Pavilion to study every year.

However, the purpose of this move is not to improve martial arts. Each sect has its own unique skills and does not bother to steal martial arts from other sects. Listening to learn is just a name, and it is more about deepening the exchanges and connections between young disciples of each sect.

It just so happened that the sword test conference happened on the second day after the disciples of Linfeng Villa arrived this year. As the direct descendants of Linfeng Villa, Ning Huaiqing and Ning Huaixiu naturally had to show up.

Looking at the crowd in front of the mountain gate not far away, Ning Huaiqing frowned: "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Ning Huaixiu patted his shoulder and said, "Huaixiu knows what you mean, but your expression is so revealing, isn't it going to alert the enemy?"

Ning Huaiqing calmed down when he heard this.

"Come on, let's sit over there." Ning Huaixiu hooked his arm around Ning Huaiqing's neck again and shook his head. His cousin was obviously one year older than him, but he was very prone to acting impulsively. No wonder his uncle repeatedly told him to take good care of his cousin before he left.

“Bang—”

A bell rang through the sky, and the sword test competition officially began.

There are three rounds of tests in the Sword Trial Conference. The first two rounds require fighting against two disciples of different ranks from Ziwei Pavilion respectively. Those who pass these two rounds will go to Dengtian Pavilion tomorrow, where the head of the sect, He Wenqing, will personally assess their conduct and character.

After the sword test began, only a few could pass the first level. Ning Huaixiu had already traveled into the sky and met Zhou Gong.

Ning Huaiqing couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he raised his hand to straighten his tilted head, while he himself still sat upright, tall and handsome.

He watched the fight on the stage intently, and in the blink of an eye he had memorized everyone's sword moves.

Suddenly, the battle on the stage became tense. The Ziwei Pavilion disciple who had been at ease before gradually became unable to hold on. After ten moves, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he had already lost the game.

Ning Huaiqing looked at the gray-robed swordsman on the stage. He was the first person to pass the first level.

The swordsman was composed, without a trace of impatience or joy on his face. He stepped forward to help the fallen disciple up and looked quietly up at the platform.

He Wenqing and three elders sat on the stage. One of the elders whispered a few words to the disciple next to him, and the disciple flew down with a sword in his hand and landed lightly on the trial stage.

Her white clothes are whiter than snow, pure and beautiful.

"It's actually a woman." There were bursts of discussions around him, and Ning Huaiqing heard every word without missing a word.

The woman on the stage seemed to be oblivious to what was said. She was dressed in the attire of a disciple of Ziwei Pavilion, with long hair like a waterfall and a graceful demeanor like an angel.

"Please." She spoke softly, her voice as cold and clear as a jade pendant on a silver plate, and the long sword in her hand flew out.

The figures of the two people intertwined on the stage. The woman's body shape was agile and unpredictable. Her clothes fluttered and the sword was extremely sharp.

Ning Huaixiu could see that the woman's martial arts skills were much better than the swordsman's. She knew the outcome without even drawing her sword, so there was really no need to exchange so many moves. However, she still looked serious, her eyes as bright as cold stars.

The woman used the Xuanshuang sword technique of Ziwei Pavilion smoothly and her internal strength was also very high. In just a few moves, she knocked the sword out of the swordsman's hand.

There was an uproar in the audience.

The woman didn't look at the person on the ground, but she put the sword back into the sheath: "I'm sorry."

Without waiting for others to say anything, she flew back to the platform, leaving only a fleeting glimpse.

Although the people who took the sword test later had their own abilities, no one could pass the first level.

The trial on the stage continued, but Ning Huaiqing suddenly became absent-minded.

He kept thinking about the graceful figure just now, and couldn't help but look at the woman sitting on the high platform, his heart moved slightly.

I wonder which senior sister from Ziwei Pavilion this is. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask for her advice.

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Night falls.

Ning Huaixiu went to the dining hall to fill his stomach, and chatted with several disciples of Cangwu Sect. Then he carried the food he brought for Ning Huaiqing and slowly returned to the room where they lived. When he opened the door, he found that there was no one inside.

"Where are they going?" Ning Huaizheng was puzzled, but there were some unusual movements on Quanqing Mountain. He listened attentively for a while and realized that it was a secret message from Ziwei Pavilion.

A thief broke into the Dengtian Pavilion, which is filled with the secret books of the Ziwei Pavilion, tonight.

Ning Huaixiu thought to himself, "Oh no!" and immediately put down the food box and ran out with the sword in hand: Cousin, cousin, you didn't do this, did you?

Ning Huaiqing, who was scolded by Ning Huaixiu, was indeed near Dengtian Pavilion at this moment. He carefully concealed his figure and shuttled through the dark night, dodging the pursuit of Ziwei Pavilion disciples.

But Ziwei Pavilion obviously did not intend to let go of anyone who broke into the pavilion tonight. The lights on Quanqing Mountain were suddenly bright, and almost all the disciples were dispatched.

The footsteps behind him were chasing closely, and there was a dead end in front of him. Ning Huaiqing could only hide in an unlit room nearby, but he didn't expect that there was another person inside.

"who?!"

"who?!"

A female voice and a male voice sounded at the same time. Ning Huaiqing immediately covered the woman's mouth, put his arms around her waist, and took her to the inner room.

"Junior sister, I'm not a thief," he said in a low voice after seeing the disciple's attire on the woman. "Don't shout."

The two men were very close to each other. If it were the Ning Huaiqing of the past, he would definitely not be so rude, but he was nervous at the moment, and he had to pay attention to the movements outside the door at the same time, so he had no time to care.

In the darkness, the woman's usually cold eyes seemed to flicker and she nodded.

Ning Huaiqing had just relaxed when the searchers arrived outside the door. He was startled, and before he could move, the woman who had been quiet just now pushed him down on the small couch behind her.

The back of his head hit the couch with a dull sound. Before Ning Huaiqing could react, the woman had already reached out to untie his belt.

"Junior Sister Shishishishi, what are you doing? Get up first!" Ning Huaiqing quickly grabbed her wrist, shocked and angry.

The woman suddenly leaned closer, her long hair cascading down on his chest and neck, and a light, cold breath instantly enveloped him.

She whispered in Ning Huaiqing's ear: "If you want to hide, just shut up and don't move."

The woman loosened her collar and hair bun again. Ning Huaiqing was so frightened that he didn't know where to put his hands, feet and eyes. He wanted to push the woman away, but he didn't know when she had touched his acupoint.

"you!"

Ning Huaiqing's face flushed red all of a sudden. He watched the woman getting closer and closer to him and could only close his eyes in humiliation.

He was trained as the future headmaster of Linfeng Villa. His martial arts skills were already a rare leader among his peers. Although he never boasted about it, he was always proud of it. But now, he was secretly taught a lesson by the little girl in front of him.

If this gets out, I'm afraid everyone will laugh at me. It's better to die here right now.

Seeing Ning Huaiqing suddenly give up struggling and look ready to die, the woman who was stripping his clothes was stunned for a moment, her clear eyes slightly widened.

As the door was opened, the woman moved closer again. From a distance, the two of them looked as intimate as mandarin ducks embracing each other. The woman leaned on his heaving chest and said something that only the two of them could hear.

"But……"

"You should call me, Senior Sister."