The woman moved, her whole body curled up even more, pressing her face against his chest.

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Why, are you particularly shy tonight?"

He pinched the other person's pointed chin, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Subconsciously, he opened the bed curtain, and the moonlight from outside the window came in. He lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms and saw a face that did not belong to Xue Qing at all.

Suddenly he jumped off the bed, walked to the table, and supported himself on the table with both hands, in shock.

"How could this happen?" he asked himself.

He hadn't walked into the wrong room, but where was Xue Qing, the woman he had spent the entire night with...

She is Le Qing'er!

This shock was so great that he didn't dare look towards the bed. He just said hurriedly: "Qing'er, you, you, why are you here, you little girl, you, you..."

It's completely incoherent.

At this moment, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his still exposed slender waist, and he felt Le Qing'er's face against his back.

"Brother Chen Yang, don't reject me, don't blame Sister Xue Qing. I asked him to help me with all this." Le Qing'er's soft and weak voice came from behind.

Chen Yang's body suddenly stiffened, his back straightened, and after a while he spoke, "Why did you do this, little girl?"

"I'm afraid that after you leave, you will forget me and the Qinglian Holy Land." Le Qing'er said softly.

"Silly girl, how could this be? I promised Mr. Ni that you, you don't have to do this..." Chen Yang sighed softly.

Although he looks like a 25-year-old, he has lived for more than a hundred years. Whether in terms of character or generation, he and Qing'er are not suitable.

But...what shouldn't have happened has already happened.

Le Qing'er tightened her arms around his waist.

Then, Chen Yang felt a tingling sensation on his back. The dense and detailed kisses made him very unbearable.

Le Qing'er kissed his back and said, "Actually, I want to be Brother Chen Yang's woman... The old sect leader also acquiesced. Brother Chen Yang, don't you want me..."

Chen Yang gritted his teeth and turned around, only to see Le Qing'er wearing a gauze, her snow-white skin faintly visible underneath.

She lowered her eyes and her cloud-like hair fell on her shoulders.

This girl is obviously well-developed, but in the end, it is hard to get over it. He swallowed hard and turned away resolutely: "Don't do it next time. Go away."

Le Qing'er never expected that Chen Yang still rejected her.

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, tears streaming down my face.

Chen Yang sighed softly.

"If you are worried that I will forget you and never return to the Qinglian Holy Land, then you can rest assured." He raised his eyes to look at Le Qing'er, trying to remain calm.

But the other person's tearful look still touched him. Subconsciously, he walked over and hugged Le Qing'er in his arms.

"Do you really want to be my woman..." he asked in a hoarse voice.

Le Qing'er nodded vigorously, a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

It was dawn at some point, and two female disciples came to help the sect leader get up, only to find that the sect leader was not in the house.

"Where is the sect leader?" The two looked at each other.

Su Fengchen happened to pass by and asked the two female disciples, "What's wrong?"

"Senior Brother Su, the sect leader is missing!" said one of the female disciples.

Qingyao frowned: "How could it be?"

At this moment, Chen Yang's door was heard opening not far away, and Le Qing'er walked out with a rosy face.

Su Fengchen widened his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

The two female disciples were also extremely shocked.

Le Qing'er looked up and saw them. She put away the shyness on her face and said coldly, "You didn't even know how to greet me when you saw me, the Sect Master!"

"Hello, hello, Sect Master." Su Fengchen immediately lowered his head.

The two female disciples also lowered their heads hurriedly, not daring to speak.

"Go and help the Sect Master get up. You don't have to worry about me here." Le Qing'er said and walked into her room.

As he watched Le Qing'er disappear, Su Fengchen's face became extremely ugly.

What the hell happened? Why did the Sect Master come out of Chen Yang's room? Could it be...

This Chen Yang actually gained the favor of the sect leader!

Su Fengchen was indeed a little jealous.

Although Chen Yang was already the new leader of the Qinglian Holy Land, he couldn't accept the fact that the other party was as young as him for a while.

Two female disciples helped Chen Yang get up and wash. After he finished washing, he saw a snow-white figure standing at the door of his room. It was Xue Qing.

Chen Yang sneered and shook his head, saying nothing, and walked out.

Today is the day they leave.

"Chen Yang..." Xue Qing followed.

Chen Yang stopped on the path.

Xue Qing said with a look of grievance, "What's wrong with Le Qing'er? She's beautiful, the leader of the Qinglian Holy Land, and she's so infatuated with you?"

Chen Yang frowned and looked at her: "Since you don't want to, why did you agree to cooperate with her?"

"I, I'm not unwilling at all. I'm willing to do so very much." Xue Qing immediately turned her face away.

Chen Yang sighed softly: "Now whether you like it or not, it has become a fact."

Xue Qing immediately looked at him: "Okay, Chen Yang, you are enjoying it, aren't you!"

Chen Yang rolled his eyes at her: "I don't want to bother with you!"

As he spoke, he strode forward.

In the hall, Le Qing'er personally admitted their relationship and said that this was tacitly approved by the old sect leader.

Le Qing'er, who had turned back into the sect leader, was extremely majestic. There was no trace of the coquettish demeanor of the little girl last night. Chen Yang couldn't help but feel dazed.

"This is a very good thing!"

Although the inner disciples were somewhat unhappy, the Great Elder was satisfied.

In this way, even if Chen Yang leaves the Qinglian Holy Land, he will come back.

After setting up a simple banquet, Chen Yang and Xue Qing set out on their journey to leave the Qinglian Holy Land.

In a cultivation cave in the Floating Cloud Sect, Jiang Mang was sitting upright on a stone slab.

I saw his palms spread out, and black air kept coming out of them.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The air waves around were surging.

Knowing that Chen Yang could practice cultivation made Jiang Mang extremely uneasy, and he practiced even more diligently.

But unfortunately, his talent is limited, and even though he practices very diligently, his progress is minimal.

"Look at you!" Jiang Yunlan sighed softly and wiped Jiang Mang's sweat with a handkerchief: "I told you, you can't rush into cultivation."

"Sister!" Jiang Mang opened his eyes impatiently and said, "Chen Yang can reach the Golden Core stage from the Foundation Establishment stage in just one month, but how come I haven't even advanced one level in a month!"

He waved his hand to push Jiang Yunlan's hand away and stood up suddenly.

"Why!" he shouted.

A hint of excitement flashed in Jiang Yunlan's eyes. Chen Yang used to be a genius in sword cultivation.

"Compared with him, you are destined to lose." Jiang Yunlan said.