Chapter 298 The Art of Brewing Tea
The compass in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the needle spun wildly.
The monks around changed color when they heard this, and some of them had already crushed the jade slip of communication.
Gao Huohuo curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the throne slowly landed in the main hall of the alliance.
The ghost blood vine stretched out its branches and leaves, casting spider-web-like shadows on the ground.
She tapped the handrail with her fingertips, and the entire hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
All the monks' swords trembled in their sheaths, as if they were bowing to some supreme being.
Gao Huohuo tapped the throne armrest with his fingertips, and the crisp sound echoed in the hall:
"As far as I know, there are already organizations that can control the Yin spirits. How come the alliance has been established for so long and this issue hasn't been resolved yet?"
There was an uproar in the hall.
An old monk with white hair and beard slammed the table and stood up:
"Ridiculous! The Yin spirits are formed from the resentment of heaven and earth, how can they be controlled by human power?
Even though you have great cultivation, you shouldn't be spreading lies and misleading the public!"
"oh?"
Gao Huohuo curled her red lips slightly, and the throne suddenly grew three feet tall, with blood-red vines entwining around the hall pillars like a giant python.
"Why don't you ask your wise and powerful leader to come out and explain?"
Just at this moment, the sound of jingling bells was heard from the door.
Chen Wanzhen came slowly over in a moonlit dress, and the hairpin in her hair swayed slightly the moment she saw Zhong Hanshang.
"Sister..." Her voice was so soft that it could drip water, "Do you have any suggestions for Wanzhen's election as the leader?"
Lou Chongxiao rolled his eyes impatiently from behind. A centuries-old monster was calling him Junior Sister?
Gao Huohuo looked down at this former number one lady on the list.
The cultivation level of the Void Refining Stage is based on the aura created by the spiritual energy beads.
And that outfit that almost says "I am weak"...
She suddenly laughed out loud: "It's not really about teaching, I'm just curious——"
The throne fell to the ground with a loud bang, shocking Chen Wanzhen so much that she took a half step back.
Gao Huohuo walked down slowly, and the hem of her skirt embroidered with dark flame patterns swept across the jade floor.
"How can a person in the Void Refinement Stage who needs to rely on others for protection protect the people of the world?"
She suddenly leaned close to Chen Wanzhen's ear and asked, "Depending on your tea-making skills?"
"you!"
Chen Wanzhen's eyes instantly turned red, but when she turned to face everyone, she looked as if she was trying hard to suppress her grievance.
"The position of alliance leader is what everyone wants. Even if you have reached the highest level of cultivation..."
"The popular choice?"
Gao Huohuo suddenly chuckled, hooked his fingertips, and the ghost blood vine suddenly wrapped around the ankle of the nearest monk.
"Tell me, how did you elect the leader?"
The monk was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stammered, not daring to answer.
Gao Huohuo leaned back carelessly, and the ghost blood vines immediately intertwined and entwined like a living thing, instantly condensing into a vine throne behind her.
The sharp barbs softened the moment they touched her sleeves, turning into delicate dark patterns that held her up firmly.
A strange flower suddenly bloomed on the armrest of the throne, just catching her falling wrist.
"I've been in seclusion for several days. I heard about the evil spirits wreaking havoc on the world, and I wanted to do my bit to help. Who knew the leader of this alliance was actually..."
She suddenly appeared beside the Saint, leaned close to Chen Wanzhen's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"An embroidered pillow who gained fame through storybooks."
Chen Wanzhen stepped back suddenly, and the poison needle hidden in her sleeve almost slipped out of her hand.
Suddenly catching a glimpse of Zhong Hanshang looking at her, Chen Wanzhen's eyes immediately filled with tears.
"Brother Han Shang, do you also think Wanzhen is unworthy?"
Zhong Hanshang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the coldness around his body instantly condensed into frost.
He did not move, but a sharp sword energy appeared in front of Chen Wanzhen, forcing her back three steps.
His voice seemed to be icy, "Saint, please respect yourself and call me by my full name."
Chen Wanzhen's tears were still hanging on her eyelashes, but her whole body was frozen in place.
The sword energy was only half an inch away from her throat, and the cold murderous intent pierced her skin so hard that it hurt.
Zhong Hanshang didn't even give her a glance. When he turned and walked towards Gao Huohuo, his black robe fluttered like night fog.
He flicked his fingertips, and a gentle spiritual power brushed across Gao Huohuo's cuff that had just been cut by the poison needle.
After confirming that everything was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The throne is rough." He suddenly said, and took out a piece of snow-white fox skin from his storage ring, "Use it as a cushion."
(Ghost Blood Vine:??? You are slandering me! How did I hurt you?)
(Spirit Fox:??? That’s not what I said when you were chasing me!)
Gao Huohuo raised his eyebrows and took it. When their fingertips touched, Zhong Hanshang quickly withdrew his hand, but the tip of his ears turned red.
He retreated back into the shadows, standing with his sword in his arms, as if nothing had happened.
There was an uproar in the hall.
Except for the people from the Shadow Moon Sect who looked normal, the other cultivators all had expressions of disbelief.
Wasn't it said that Zhong Hanshang and the Saintess of Liuli Sect were in love? What was going on with this tense situation?
"Zhong Hanshang!"
A male cultivator dressed in Liuli Sect clothing suddenly rushed out of the crowd, pointed at Zhong Hanshang and said sternly:
"When your half-demon identity was exposed, all the cultivators in the world wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible.
Only the Saint Lady was willing to make an enemy of the entire cultivation world to protect you! Is this how you repay her now? "
Gao Huohuo tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingertips and sneered in his heart.
Maybe it was this "loving and loyal" saint who leaked the news back then.
However, she did not say anything, but just observed Zhong Hanshang's reaction with interest.
Seeing that Zhong Hanshang was indifferent, the monk turned his attention to Gao Huohuo:
"And this demon girl who appeared out of nowhere, relying on her advanced cultivation..."
“Swish——”
Four sword lights flashed at the same time, and the sword tips were precisely placed at the man's throat.
At the same time, a blood-red vine as thin as a hair silently wrapped around his wrist.
The monk's Adam's apple rolled, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and shattered into several petals on the tip of the sword.
Gao Huohuo supported his chin lazily, and the Ghost Blood Vine Throne slowly lowered to the same height as the monk.
"I forgot to introduce myself." She curled her red lips slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes.
"My name is Gao Huohuo, and I have a bad temper."
The vine suddenly tightened, leaving a bloody mark.
"Even the people around me, my vines... can't stand anyone saying anything bad about me."
She raised her fingertips slightly, and the four swords moved forward half a centimeter at the same time.
The throne rose again, and she looked down at the entire audience.
"Next time you want to talk about me..."
The ghost blood vine suddenly grew rapidly, and a hideous blood-red giant flower bloomed on the dome of the hall.
"Remember to find a place where I can't hear you."
The moment the petals fell, the blood-colored vines suddenly tightened.
With a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking, the monk's right arm broke.
Before the blood could even splash, it was greedily absorbed by the ghost blood vine, and strange dark patterns appeared on the vine.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. What kind of monster was this? How could it actually devour the blood and essence of monks?
And the name Gao Huohuo, I have never heard of it before?
Zhong Hanshang's voice was like the breaking of ice in a cold pond, bringing everyone back to their senses.
"My identity has nothing to do with you, and even less so with the Saint."
His gaze was fixed on the red-clad figure on the throne. "Whether he is a human or a demon, it is never your decision."
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