"Take the Heart-Eating Pill and obey me for the rest of your life, or stab yourself three times in exchange for a life. Make your choice."

In the black woods where not even the moonlight could penetrate, there were more than a dozen blazing flames all around. In the red flames were the brothers and sisters who had long since turned to ashes.

Fang Xue raised her head and saw a face covered with a red veil in front of her.

Even though this face is covered, one can still feel its breathtaking beauty.

Especially those eyes, which were peach blossom shaped and should be full of charm, but were cold and indifferent, with a kind of captivating magic.

Facing the question from the owner of these eyes, Fang Xue's face was covered with tears. She stared at her blankly and murmured:

"I don't want to die, I want to become stronger, I..."

The next moment, she grabbed the dagger, thrust it fiercely into her shoulder, pulled it out, and blood spurted out!

Fang Xue did not stop, she stabbed into her chest again, pulled out the knife, and stabbed into her lower abdomen again.

The red-haired witch put away the Heart-Eating Pill, turned around indifferently and prepared to leave.

"etc!"

Fang Xue screamed. The red-haired witch turned around. Fang Xue, covered in blood, crawled in front of her and kowtowed three times:

"Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

The red-haired demon girl was slightly startled, and seemed a little surprised. "I killed your fellow disciple, but you want to take me as your master?"

Fang Xue touched her forehead to the ground: "Senior, they died because their cultivation was too low. I don't want to be like them one day."

"Oh……"

The red-haired woman smiled, squatted down, stretched out her hand to lift Fang Xue's chin, and looked at her blood-stained face:

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are from the Demonic Sect!" Fang Xue answered without hesitation.

The red-haired woman laughed again. Her voice was ethereal and clear, like the sound of an orchid in a valley. If there had not been more than a dozen piles of human ashes around her, one would have thought she was a fairy from the Moon Palace.

"Since you know that I am from the Demon Sect, why do you still want to take me as your master? Aren't you afraid that the people of Zhenyang Sect will kill you? Aren't you afraid that the practitioners in the world will kill you?"

Fang Xue's face was covered in blood and dirt, but her eyes seemed to be sparkling:

"If you hadn't saved me just now, I would have been killed by the people of Zhenyang Sect."

The red-haired woman laughed and said, "With your character, how could you enter the Zhenyang Sect?"

Fang Xue covered her chest, blood slowly flowing out from between her fingers, but her tone became more and more firm:

"Senior, I want to seek the great Dao within a hundred years, so that my parents and I can live forever together. The Zhenyang Sect's skills are not that fast. If you can help me, I am willing to eat the Heart-Eating Pill and be your slave for the rest of my life!"

What Sister Qiu said to her at Uncle Qin's house that day planted a seed in her heart.

At that time, Fang Xue was thinking that as long as it could make her stronger as soon as possible, glimpse the way of heaven, change the way of heaven, and make her parents immortal, she didn't care which school of martial arts it was.

At that time, all she saw was the Zhenyang Sect's martial arts.

Naturally, I feel that practicing hard in Zhenyang Mountain is everything in this life.

And now, she witnessed with her own eyes that Luo Zhenfeng, who was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, was unable to even fight back in front of this red-haired female cultivator who was only at the seventh level of Qi Training.

It is clear at a glance which martial arts method is stronger or weaker.

At least, the speed at which this demonic technique is cultivated is several times stronger than the Zhenyang Sect's technique.

Her parents were old and frail, and she didn't have time to wait.

She also didn't want to practice hard for decades and finally build a foundation, only to be easily killed by an opponent whose cultivation level was much lower than hers.

If this is the case, it would be better to change jobs as soon as possible.

As long as you can become stronger quickly, it doesn’t matter which sect you join.

"Oh, with such a character, you should definitely join my Qinglian Sect."

Hearing the red-haired woman's words, Fang Xue's eyes suddenly widened:

"Senior, are you really from Qinglian Sect?!"

The red-haired woman stood up and said indifferently, "If you want to become my disciple, you must enter the Qinglian Sect. From now on, everyone in the world will be your enemy. If your identity is known to others, you will die without a burial place! Have you thought about it?"

Fang Xue kowtowed again: "Master, I, your disciple Fang Xue, am willing to join the Qinglian Sect and will never regret it even if I die!"

The red-haired woman threw out a black crystal stone: "This is the Tanglian Jue of the Qinglian Sect. You can practice it on your own. If you can reach the first level, I will teach you."

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Xue's body trembled, and she held the black crystal in her arms with great care.

The Tanglian Jue of Qinglian Sect is very famous, so of course she had heard of it.

The eldest senior sister Chun Hongtang of Qinglian Sect practiced the Tanglian Jue. This woman had extremely high cultivation level and none of the elders from the three major sects could be her match in a one-on-one fight.

It was the three elders of the Thunder Sword Sect who set a trap and ambushed her, which led to her death.

In this way, the three elders of the Thunder Sword Sect were all seriously injured.

If I could master this peerless skill...

Fang Xue's whole body was trembling. There was another stack of sound transmission notes in front of her, but she heard the red-haired woman say:

"Go back to Zhenyang Sect first and get information. If they make any unusual moves, let me know immediately."

…

"Ah!" Fang Xue opened her eyes, her forehead covered with cold sweat.

She sat up from the bed with difficulty, slowly stretched out her palm, and a black spirit crystal emerged from her palm.

That day, after her master handed her the spiritual crystal that stored the "Tanglian Jue", she discovered that the spiritual crystal could actually penetrate into her body, so she was not afraid of being discovered.

At this time, there was a noise outside the door, and the black spirit crystal immediately drilled into Fang Xue's palm. A male cultivator came in with medicine, and when he saw her sitting up, he hurried forward:

"Junior sister, you are seriously injured, lie down and rest!"

Fang Xue grabbed his hand, her eyes reddened: "Brother, I want to avenge Brother Luo and the others! Will the eldest sister do it herself?"

The male cultivator looked at Fang Xue's pale and soft face, pity flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Junior Sister Fang, you should rest and recuperate. Senior Sister has just summoned Senior Sister Si Minglan. After your injury is healed, you and Senior Sister Si Minglan will go together to track down the murderer."

"Senior Sister Si Minglan?"

Fang Xue was startled and whispered, "But the one who practices seduction..."

The male disciple showed an embarrassed look on his face and nodded:

"It's her, Junior Sister Fang, don't worry, Senior Sister Si Minglan's cultivation is among the top five in Xiyue Peak, and her charm technique is extraordinary, she will definitely be able to find the three murderers!"

After saying this, his expression became even more embarrassed. He told Fang Xue to have a good rest and hurried out.

Apparently, there are many details about Senior Sister Si Minglan's charm techniques that are difficult to describe in detail.

After the male disciple left, the gentle smile on Fang Xue's face disappeared. After a moment's silence, she took out a sound transmission talisman and wrote a line of words with her fingers.

"Si Minglan, an expert in seduction techniques."

Yunling Town.

Narrow rainy alley.

In the kitchen, Qiu Zhihe was cutting meat with a clanging sound.

She suddenly stopped, put down the kitchen knife, took out a sound transmission note from her bosom, took a look at it, and a sneer appeared on her face.

Bang, bang, bang. The deafening sound of cutting meat rang out in the kitchen again.

"Charm technique..."