"What's going on? Hiss, I have a headache."
Ghost Blade rubbed his head and came to his senses. When he realized his situation, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.
Damn it, what happened during the Demon Fairy’s sermon? Why doesn’t he remember anything?
Ghost Blade's expression was uncertain for a while, and finally fell on the other saints who were also unconscious.
After taking a look at everyone and seeing that they showed no signs of waking up, Ghost Blade's eyes flashed slightly.
The next moment, he actually took out a pitch-black long sword and slashed towards Xue Wuya.
There was a faint flash of blood, and Xue Wuya's figure disappeared from the spot. He stood in mid-air, looking back at Gui Ren coldly, his eyes as deep as the abyss.
"Oh, so you've been awake for a long time, and you're just pretending to be unconscious."
Ghost Blade played with the long sword in his hand and sighed with some regret, not taking the murderous intent in Xue Wuya's eyes to heart at all.
Xue Wuya didn't bother to pay attention to him. He looked down at the saints who had "woken up" one after another after hearing the noise, as well as the others who were still unconscious, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
It seems that the fourth round of assessment was a complete failure...
But no one knows what happened during the time when he lost his memory?
After the other saints woke up, they also had sinister expressions on their faces.
As the high and mighty Sons of God, they can tolerate failure but cannot accept ignorance.
The silent atmosphere did not last long. Yao Heng, the Holy Son of the Demon Dao, was the first to sigh and break the silence.
"My demon soul has heard something interesting. I wonder if you are interested?"
Jincan frowned, "Just say whatever you want to say, don't keep me in suspense."
Yao Heng gave him a sidelong glance, "Are you sure you want me to say this here?"
The golden silkworm remained silent.
Yao Heng launched a flying boat and stepped onto the bow. "Let's leave here first. If you want to hear the news, just follow us."
Ghost Blade snorted and followed.
Jincan and Li Potian followed closely behind and boarded the flying boat.
Xue Wuya and Lu Shao looked at each other and were hesitating when Yao Heng chuckled and directly urged the flying boat to go away.
Seeing this, Xue Wuya and Lu Shao's faces darkened, and then they rushed in the direction where the flying boat left.
After the six saints left, after a while, the quasi-saints woke up from their coma one after another.
"What happened? Weren't we listening to the Demon Fairy's sermon? Why did you suddenly appear here? Did you fail the fourth level assessment?"
"Where is the Holy Son? Where did they go? Could it be... they are still in the secret realm?"
Everyone looked at each other warily, as if they were about to fight if they disagreed, but no one dared to take the initiative to break the deadlock.
Finally, Fat Bear snorted coldly, "Alright, what are we still gathering here for? Since the Holy Son is not here, let's disperse."
Upon hearing this, everyone dispersed.
The Holy Son of the Desire Path still maintained the appearance of a middle-aged male cultivator. He was about to leave among the crowd, but as he walked, he realized that something was wrong.
Someone is following him.
The person who was following him didn't even bother to hide his whereabouts. He only needed to pay a little attention to discover the other person's traces.
Blood flows, Meng Wan.
The corner of Yudaoliu Shengzi's mouth twitched slightly. Although the assessment was over, he was used to hiding and didn't like the feeling of being targeted.
After crossing a mountain, he landed in front of a waterfall on his own initiative, turned around and looked at the person who came quietly.
"I wonder why you are following me?"
Still pretending?
Meng Wan raised her eyebrows, a hint of interest in the corners of her eyes.
"It is said that the Saint of the Desire Path, Lord Qingyu, is a master of the art of bewitching. After seeing it today, it is indeed true."
Qingyu's expression did not change at all when he heard this, but Meng Wan suddenly felt that it was an overstepping of her powers to catch up so rashly.
After all, Qingyu is one of the seven saints, and she is just a quasi-saint...
Stop, stop.
Meng Wan's mind was in turmoil, and she confused the inexplicable thoughts that popped up in her mind. Then she looked at the ordinary-looking male cultivator in front of her, and let out a helpless "tsk".
"Let me put it bluntly. I want to deal with Xue Wuya. You help me."
Seeing Meng Wan break free from his spell so easily, Qingyu curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile, but the words he uttered were cold and ruthless.
"Why?"
Meng Wan said calmly, "I think Guiren, Yaoheng and the others would be very interested in the content of the Demon Fairy's sermon.
If they knew that the Desire Path Saint had heard the entire Demon Fairy's sermon, I wonder what they would think."
When Qingyu heard this, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a silent and invisible illusionary force quietly spread around him.
Meng Wan had seen Qingyu's methods and had been on guard against them for a long time.
Before the power of the illusion could spread to her, Meng Wan directly used the power of the blood sea dream to construct a barrier with illusion.
Qingyu's illusion power immediately stagnated after touching this barrier.
Qingyu frowned slightly, increased the power of the illusion, and spoke in a tone full of bewitching atmosphere.
"Meng Wan, since they are interested in the content of the Demon Fairy's sermon, how do you know they won't turn their attention to you?
After all, dealing with a quasi-Saint Son is much easier than dealing with an actual Saint Son."
As Qingyu finished speaking, confusion and struggle flashed across Meng Wan's eyes. It was only after three full breaths that she regained her clarity.
"Master Qingyu is right, but why do you think that I, a quasi-Saint Son, know more than you, a Saint Son?
If you want me to die, I'll drag you down with me. We can be companions on the road to the underworld, so you won't be alone."
Hearing this, Qingyu's expression changed for the first time.
It was not just because of Meng Wan's threatening words, but more importantly, Meng Wan broke free from his spell!
Qingyu finally began to look at the female cultivator in front of him seriously. He should have thought that anyone who could persist longer than him when the Demon Fairy was preaching would definitely not be an ordinary person.
He withdrew his means and seriously considered Meng Wan's proposal.
"It's too risky to attack Xue Wuya. What are you going to offer me?"
Meng Wan spoke slowly and put forward the conditions she had already thought of.
"How about this, if you help me deal with Xue Wuya, I will help you once in the future.
And I can guarantee that after I become the Holy Son of the Blood Path, I will not take the initiative to attack you unless there is a vested interest involved. How about that?"
One move, coupled with the sincerity and goodwill of a Holy Son, might be enough to make him make an exception and take action.
Qingyu's eyes flickered, "Deal."
Seeing that he agreed, Meng Wan grabbed a piece of paper with a light golden luster from the storage space.
"To ensure a fair and just transaction, I specially sought out this 'Contract Talisman'."
Meng Wan shook the paper in her hand. "As long as you and I leave our spiritual power marks on it, the contract will take effect immediately, and no one can violate its terms."
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