"Looking at the little demon's expression now, he might have already fallen in love with you. As long as the Lord keeps up the good work, maybe the little demon will be reluctant to kill you in the future out of nostalgia."
Xiao Ba said this as if he was painting a pie in the sky for Shen Qianyue.
If it were in the past, Shen Qianyue felt that she might still have a chance to fight against the Demon Lord, but since she had seen the Ten Thousand Year Demon Lord in the Demon Gorge last time, she knew how big the gap between the two was.
Shen Qianyue sighed softly. If it wasn't for completing the mission, who would be willing to hang their head on their belt to make a living?
The Hehuan Sect has been having a really miserable time these past two days.
Because the outside world was spreading the news that Shen Qianyue was dead, all the major sects wanted to eradicate the Hehuan Sect.
In the past few days, people have been coming to provoke and injure many disciples of the Hehuan Sect, including Ling Xuewei.
It can be said that apart from Shen Qianyue and Si Jiuming, there are almost no capable fighters in the entire Hehuan Sect.
Fortunately, Shaoyangji would not sit idly by and watch the Hehuan Sect being wiped out. After all, she was his fiancée.
If his fiancée's lair was destroyed, Shao Yang would lose face.
Therefore, people were sent to maintain the safety of the Hehuan Sect. Fortunately, Shen Qianyue woke up before the Ten Thousand Sects Conference.
On the day of the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, almost all the sects gathered together in Huanzong. It was an annual event with great fanfare and grand occasion.
Almost all of them sent out the best and brightest people in their own sects.
In the past, Yun Shuang, Shaoyangji's chief disciple, would always represent Xuantian Sect in battles, but this year she was nowhere to be seen.
There is only Luo Xuanyin's disciple, Shen Xinghuai.
But Shen Xinghuai alone is enough to kill 90% of people in seconds.
All the sects gathered in Xuantian Sect. In addition to competing in abilities, they also showed off their wealth.
It's nothing more than taking the most impressive magical instruments and artifacts of one's own sect, anything that can be named, and wanting to hang them all on oneself.
The scene was so luxurious, and it exuded arrogance everywhere.
Let’s take a look at the Hehuan Sect. Apart from Si Jiuming and Ling Xuewei who are relatively presentable, the rest of the sect is so shabby.
However, Si Jiuming, with his face, attracted many female disciples in the sect.
Ling Xuewei cautiously tugged at Si Jiuming's sleeve, lowered her voice, and said awkwardly, "Junior Brother Jiuming, should we go back and change clothes?"
It has been a long time since Master bought new clothes for the sect's disciples.
Even the clothes she and Junior Brother Jiu Ming were wearing now were from many years ago. They had been washed so much that they turned white and even had several patches on them.
She counted and found that there were nineteen patches on her clothes alone.
If you don’t know, you might think he is a beggar from somewhere.
Si Jiuming had a cold expression. He never cared about these things and acted as if he didn't hear the laughter around him.
"Cultivate the mind and cultivate the soul, why should you care about these material things?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Ling Xuewei's face, and she felt a little embarrassed: "Yes, Junior Brother Jiu Ming is still the one who thinks things through."
"No matter what, everything I have now was given by Master. How could I still be greedy and want more? In fact, it's not easy for Master either."
Whenever she talked about Shen Qianyue, Ling Xuewei always looked admiring.
Si Jiuming withdrew his gaze coldly.
It was the same in her previous life. Ling Xuewei worshipped her master until her death.
But he still died in her hands.
He had seen all kinds of people, but this was the first time he had seen someone with such a severe master-brain like Ling Xuewei.
"Junior Brother Jiu Ming, you also think that Master is very good, right?"
Si Jiuming didn't say anything.
I don't know whether to deny or agree.
There is almost nothing interesting in the previous competition, the excitement is yet to come.
Shen Xinghuai swept through the geniuses from all the major sects with an unstoppable momentum.
"Junior Brother Jiu Ming, after this competition is over, the next match will be between me and Shen Xinghuai. I definitely can't beat him. If I lose, Master will be very disappointed."
Ling Xuewei's tone was slightly lost and nervous. She looked up at the sky. Her master had not arrived yet.
Every year, Master doesn’t have high hopes for her, but she has really tried her best. Maybe she already knows the result, so Master simply doesn’t come this time?
"She will come."
Si Jiuming probably knew what she was thinking and said, "Actually, Master doesn't care about winning or losing."
"Why?"
Ling Xuewei asked.
"Because there is nothing in the Hehuan Sect that she cares about."
Si Jiuming's words were somewhat cruel, which directly broke Ling Xuewei's fragile little heart.
But he was right, Shen Qianyue really didn’t care about anything.
Even though she has become different now, even though she has started to treat all disciples in the sect equally, it is just her duty.
She is the leader of a sect. Since she has established the sect, she must assume corresponding responsibilities.
Si Jiuming had never seen any emotion in her eyes.
It was as if she was on a mission.
"Xuantian Sect vs. Qingyun Sect, Xuantian Sect's Shen Xinghuai wins!"
As a loud shout came down, thunderous cheers and applause rang out in Xuantian Sect.
Everyone was cheering for Shen Xinghuai's victory.
He is so invincible that he still has no rivals.
"Elder Xuanyin is truly blessed to have accepted such a gifted disciple. In time, Shen Xinghuai will surely become someone who surpasses the Shaoyang Sect Master!"
"Yes, it is thanks to Elder Xuanyin's guidance that this boy has achieved such success."
“…”
There were voices of congratulations all around, and they had even begun to congratulate Shen Xinghuai in advance for taking the lead and winning the victory in this year's Wanzong Conference.
Luo Xuanyin was imprisoned for nearly a month before being released, and at this moment, he couldn't help but look proud and boastful on his face.
Yet he still pretends to be humble.
"Thank you all for your kindness. It's all because Xing Huai is so talented. We, as his teachers, can only serve as a guide."
"Next stop, Ling Xuewei from the Hehuan Sect versus Shen Xinghuai from the Xuantian Sect!"
It's Ling Xuewei's turn.
Shen Xinghuai seemed a little tired. He pointed his sword at Ling Xuewei with a cold and arrogant expression.
"Senior Sister Xuewei, I'm honored."
"If Senior Sister abstains from power and steps down, she can be spared some physical pain."
Shen Xinghuai spoke without waiting for Ling Xuewei to speak.
There was a burst of laughter all around, and Ling Xuewei's face turned red instantly.
She drew her sword and said, "Since this is a competition, why should I give up? I know I am not as good as Junior Brother Xing Huai, but I will not lose my backbone."
"Junior Brother Xinghuai, please!"
Shen Xinghuai frowned.
She had been given a chance, but she just didn't want it.
Master said that as long as the disciples of the Hehuan Sect come on the field, there is no need to consider the friendship of the sect and they will be killed directly.
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