Chapter 98 So many flowers
It was shameless enough to just open his mouth. Jun Chao and the other two rolled their eyes in their hearts.
Bo Lou muttered, "What's so good about it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Cen beside him pulled his sleeve and nodded seriously, "It looks good!"
Bei Qi laughed, "Look! Listen! Is it difficult for you to admit my beauty?"
"We are He He, we are very good, not pretentious at all. Come quickly, baby, Master is full of spiritual energy, you can absorb as much as you want!"
He Cen's body was more honest than his mouth. As soon as Bei Qi opened his hands, he quickly ran over and hugged him. "Master, you are so sweet. I am crying. How come you are so soft and fragrant? It is so comfortable to hold you~"
Bei Qi looked proud and complacent, "That's right, I am also very confident."
"Why don't you stay in my Xiyan Palace for a while when you go back this time? My place is close to the Hehuan Sect, so it will be more convenient for you to get information there."
He Cen thought about it, then turned around and looked at Jun Chao a little embarrassedly. How could the latter not understand his little thoughts? He smiled very gently and said, "Go if you want to. Your teacher won't restrict you, nor will he be angry or worry about you."
After all, he had gotten used to living in the Suoyue Pavilion. Jun Chao had always taken care of He Cen's food, clothing, housing, transportation, and other expenses. This time, since he ran away with Bei Qi, He Cen was of course worried that Jun Chao would be unhappy.
Seeing him so generous, she was immediately delighted, and happily went over to hug him sincerely, "Good Master, I love you the most~"
Jun Chao pinched the back of his neck and said, "You are the only one who talks sweetly."
After the agreement was reached, no one wasted any time. The Western Wilds was too far away and it would take a long time to get back. The large-scale teleportation formations in the cultivation world required a huge consumption of spiritual resources. Mainly, they had never been to the Western Wilds before. If they left traces this time, they would be able to draw a formation that could shrink the area by a thousand miles next time.
Beiqi's Hundred Demons Alliance is in the spiritual world, connected to the mortal world, and also integrated with the fairy world. On the way back, taking the road over there, He Cen saw many magnificent scenery that he had never seen before, which was much more beautiful than the Western Wilderness.
He didn't even have the mood to practice, and was as excited as if he was traveling every day.
He also asked Jun Chao, "Is the spirit world more beautiful than the fairy world?"
Jun Chao smiled and said, "I don't know about other places, but the Xiyan Palace in Beiqi is pretty good. I think you will like it."
He Cen smiled. Fearing that he might be unhappy, he took the initiative to pull Jun Chao's hand and said, "I like the Yueyue Pavilion, too. It's very beautiful and comfortable to live in."
He was still thinking about abandoning Jun Chao, and would stick close to him and say a few nice words to him every day, which made Jun Chao lose his temper, and it was very funny.
"Yes, Master knows. We He He are the most conscientious. Don't be unhappy. Didn't Master accompany you all the way? It's not like I left. Why are you so worried?"
He Cen waved his hands and said, "You don't understand. Relationships need to be managed well. I don't have many friends, and I cherish those who care about me."
"It's rare to meet such good backers like you guys, so it's reasonable for me to be nervous. It's because you guys are so good that I'm worried about losing you~"
"What do you think? Does my analysis make sense?"
He is very smart and although he looks innocent and easy to deceive, he is always sincere to others.
Jun Chao looked at the little sword spirit's bright and bright eyes, and he felt just the right comfort in his heart.
There are so many gentle and kind people in this world, but He Cen is the only treasure that loves others.
Beiqi's Xiyan Palace is located within the borders of Yongning State, adjacent to Chao State. It is located in the north and south of Junchao's Jueyue Pavilion, respectively, so their styles are completely different. One is cool and elegant, with frost and snow as the noblest features, while the other is warm as spring, with long-lasting romance and love.
Xiyan Palace is beautifully built, and various flowers fill the mountains and fields, which looks really romantic.
As soon as He Cen got off the fairy boat, he couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow!" "So many flowers~"
"Bei Qi! Your house is so beautiful!"
Bei Qi waved his fan, looking very proud, "That's right~ I told you a long time ago that my Xiyan Palace is beautiful. If you had come earlier, you would definitely stay here and not want to leave."
He Cen quickly smiled and covered his mouth, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Everything is fine. It doesn't matter where I live."
"If you say anything more provocative, Jun Chao will draw his sword and beat you."
Bei Qi raised his eyebrows, "Am I afraid of him?"
Jun Chaocai was too lazy to argue with the fox, so He Cen just had to remember him in his heart and not care about Bei Qi's bad words.
They had just stepped off the immortal ship and hadn't even had time to sit down in the Xiyan Palace when spiritual information from the world of cultivation reached Jun Chao. It turned out that the sect competition that was held every fifty years was about to begin.
This year, the sect that will host the duel is the Immortal Dao's Juling Sect, which is very close to the spirit world, so they can be said to be in the same place.
This kind of trivial matter is no longer within the consideration of the four of them. Could a cultivator in the fusion stage destroy the world in the past?
Discuss? How?
Aren't there only four of them in the fusion stage in this world of cultivation? They fight every day. Is it necessary for them to start a fight during the sect competition?
Jun Chao took a look and replied that he should move forward on his own and was about to send a message back. However, He Cen was extremely curious and ran over to ask, "Master, what is the sect competition for?"
"It's a place where people with nothing to do just fight and blow the trumpet."
"It is held every fifty years. All the major sects send out their youngsters at the Yuan Infant stage and below to compete with each other. Some independent cultivators can also sign up to participate. The War Alliance will offer rich resources as rewards. If you can get a good ranking, you can get a lot of cultivation resources."
"It's a grand event in the world of cultivation, but we haven't participated in it for a long time. Are you interested?"
He Cen found this interesting and asked, "Can I go?"
"Of course, but the sect competition may not be as fun as you think. If you want to compete with others, it would be a good opportunity."
"In the sect competition, each sect will send out its best disciples. Many talented cultivators became famous in the sect competition. If He He wants to become famous, it won't hurt to go there."
Seeing that he was in high spirits, the four men had already planned to take He Cen over to play.
He Cen was at a loss for words when he saw how quickly these people implemented their plans. "No, don't be so excited."
"I was thinking, this sect competition, Ouyang Yinyin will definitely participate, right?"
"Her way of earning points is to capture others and improve her level of satisfaction. The genius young leader of the Hehuan Sect is both beautiful and powerful. She has stunned everyone since her birth. Such a gimmick is enough to tempt her. She and the system will not miss such a good opportunity."
Wen Qing's eyes fell on him, with a little more inquiry, "So - what does He He want to do?"
"Do you want to fight her?"
He Cen did not hide his bellicose desire in his heart, "Yeah, I want to give it a try."
He didn't say he wanted to rebel against his master, but the opportunity of this competition was so good that it would be nice if he could take the chance to find out the truth.