In the capital of Yaoguang Kingdom.
Under the bustling night, the brightly lit night scene reveals a hint of danger and the decadent beauty of a collapsing building.
At midnight, in the west city of the capital.
The people who had been gradually resting in peace suddenly heard a sharp sound.
“Murder!”
This sharp and shrill roar was extremely obvious and deafening in the silent night.
Many people who had already gone to bed were startled, especially in the capital, where many dignitaries lived. The wind blew the grass and trees, and immediately woke up the officers, soldiers, and guards.
"Someone, come here! There's a demon! Lord Zhang, the Jingzhao Yin, has had his heart dug out!"
This news spread quickly in West City. When everyone heard that there was a demon causing trouble, their faces turned pale.
The officers and soldiers quickly set out.
In a corner that no one noticed, a black shadow suddenly disappeared, and soon another shadow followed.
The shadow in front seemed to have noticed something and quickened its pace, heading towards the still bustling red-light district.
And the shadow behind was also chasing relentlessly.
"Where are you going, little lady?"
"Haha, sir, why are you blushing?"
In a fireworks building.
All kinds of obscene sounds that were unbearable to the ears gradually arose, but the figure chasing behind did not stop at all, and was still chasing the bloody shadow.
"Ah, what is that?"
The shadowy figure rushed into some rooms, causing a commotion.
But just like a cat, it calmed down after a slight disturbance.
until.
"Bang!" A slight sound.
The chasing figure was about to catch the tail of the shadow, but he didn't remember to worry about anything and just followed the shadow and jumped into a window.
Entered a compartment on the third floor.
The person chasing him followed him behind the screen. As soon as he raised his eyes and stood up to take a look, his face suddenly darkened and he turned around immediately.
"Feel sorry!"
Inside the room, there was a picture of a beautiful woman bathing, surrounded by mist and with dazzling white skin.
The beauty had her back to him, her back had slender butterfly bones, her shoulders were round and thin as cicada wings, and her loose hair fell on the edge of the bathtub, revealing the arc of the moist mist, which was very captivating.
Fortunately, there were bright red rose petals floating on the water, blocking out some of the spring light.
"Oh, you are really amazing. You have reached the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation in just five years."
Just when the intruder was in a stalemate, he suddenly heard a royal sister's voice that was cold yet slightly enchanting.
Hearing this voice, the standing boy suddenly stiffened, and he subconsciously turned around and looked up.
“Master!”
“Crash!”
But when he looked up, Sheng Wu stood up with her back to him. The sound of water suddenly became agitated, forming a curtain of water that half covered and half concealed him.
The red silk dress on the shelf next to her suddenly flew over. The beauty raised her jade fingers and the dress was automatically put on her. Her three thousand black hair suddenly flew up, and the red sleeves drew an arc in the air.
"Master..." The young man's eyes were a little dazed, and he was obviously surprised and delighted to meet her.
Sheng Wu gathered her clothes, leaving only a section of her fair calf exposed. She slowly fell into the air and then walked towards the young man.
"You stopped being my disciple five years ago. What's the matter? You practiced too fast and your brain is damaged."
The person who came was Yu Chenming, who had been away for five years.
Hearing this, he immediately frowned and spoke in a low voice.
"I dare not! Even though I have left the fold of Saint Wuxianzun, I am still a disciple of Xianyun Sect. If you do not like the title of Master, I will no longer call you that."
Even though it was blocked by the water curtain just now, the scene behind the translucent light still vaguely fell into the boy's eyes, making his heart skip a beat and he immediately lowered his head.
After not seeing her for five years, she is still as beautiful as ever, and has never changed.
"So, you've changed your disciples to someone else."
Sheng Wu came in front of him, and with the gentle breeze, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of peach blossoms entering his nostrils, which made Yu Chenming suddenly recall the time when everyone in Piaomiao Mountain raised their glasses and drank together under the peach forest.
"I guess you should become the sect master's disciple."
Hearing her words, Yu Chenming paused slightly, then raised his hands and clasped his fists without any hesitation.
"Yes, this disciple is now the sect master's closed disciple."
Just like that year, after he won first place in the new disciple competition, the sect leader summoned him for guidance and indirectly promised him that if he changed his sect, he would be the next sect leader.
Hearing this, Sheng Wu looked at the young man who had opened his eyes in front of her, raised her cold eyes slightly, and her face was cold.
"Then have you ever thought about what you would do if the Sect Master asked you to attack me one day?"
“…”
Yu Chenming's eyes moved, and he slowly raised his eyes. The clear eyes of the boy in the past had now learned to hide his emotions, and the deep meaning in them could not be seen.
"I will never attack anyone from Piaomiao Mountain. Never."
He didn't say much, just said this sentence firmly.
"I don't believe in promises. I can only believe what they say when they are spoken."
Sheng Wu sneered and slowly landed, stepped on the ground and took a step forward, raised her slender right hand, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing her arm as white as jade.
Yu Chenming was about to say something, but suddenly saw her hand stroking his head. There was no ripple in his cold eyes, but he inexplicably sensed a hint of sadness.
"It's been five years. You're taller than me now."
Yu Chenming paused just as he was about to speak. He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes unconsciously filled with nostalgia. It was she who gave him freedom.
"No matter how high your rank is, you are not as powerful as Immortal Saint Wu. A disciple... will always be a disciple." He curled his lips and looked at Saint Wu with his starry eyes. This sentence was full of double meaning.
The moment he finished speaking, he seemed to see Sheng Wu smile, and there was a hint of spring tenderness in her narrow and beautiful eyes, but when he looked more closely, he found that she looked cold and ruthless again.
This made Yu Chenming feel an illusion. Which one was the real her?
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