"Whether you take the Heart-Eating Pill and have to obey my orders for the rest of your life, or stab yourself three times and change your life, choose."
In the black forest where even the moonlight could not shine in, there were more than a dozen piles of blazing flames. In the red flames were the senior brothers and sisters who had long been reduced to ashes.
Fang Xue raised her head, and in front of her was a face covered with a red veil.
This face is covered, but people can still feel its thrilling beauty.
Especially the pair of eyes, shaped like peach blossoms, which should obviously be charming, but instead are cold and indifferent, with a kind of soul-stirring magic power.
Facing the question from the owner of these eyes, Fang Xue burst into tears, looked at her blankly, and murmured:
"I don't want to die, I want to become stronger, me"
The next moment, she grabbed the short knife, stabbed it into her shoulder, pulled it out, and blood spurted out!
Without stopping, Fang Xue pierced her chest with another knife, pulled it out, and then pierced her abdomen.
The red-haired demon girl put away the Heart-Eating Pill and turned around indifferently to leave.
"etc!"
Fang Xue shouted in a hissing voice, and the red-haired banshee 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 sect, but you want to worship me as your master?"
Fang Xue's forehead touched the ground: "Senior, they died because their cultivation level was too low. I don't want to be like them one day."
"Ah"
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 a member of the Demon Sect!" Fang Xue replied without hesitation.
The red-haired woman laughed again. Her voice was ethereal and clear, like an orchid in an empty valley. If it weren't for the dozens of piles of human body ashes surrounding her, people would think she was a fairy from the Moon Palace.
"Since you know that I am a member of the Demon Sect, you still want to worship me as your teacher? Are you not afraid that people from the Zhenyang Sect will kill you? Aren't you afraid that the practitioners in the world will kill you?"
Fang Xue's face was stained with blood and mud, but her eyes seemed to be shining with light:
"If senior hadn't saved me just now, I would have been killed by the Zhenyang Sect's people."
The red-haired woman laughed and said, "With your character, you actually entered the Zhenyang Sect?"
Fang Xue held her chest, blood slowly flowing out from between her fingers, but her tone became more firm:
"Senior, I want to seek the Great Dao within a hundred years, so that my parents can live forever together with me. The Zhenyang Sect's skills are not that fast. If you can help me, I am willing to take the Heart-Eating Pill and live forever in this life. Be a slave and a maid!”
What Sister Qiu said to her that day at Uncle Qin's house planted a seed in her heart.
At that time, Fang Xue was thinking that as long as she could become stronger as soon as possible, gain a glimpse of the way of heaven, change the way of heaven, and make her parents immortal, she didn't care what kind of technique it was.
At that time, all she could see was the Zhenyang Sect's techniques.
Naturally, I feel that practicing hard in Zhenyang Mountain is what this life is all about.
But now, she witnessed with her own eyes that Luo Zhenfeng, who was in the Foundation Establishment realm, 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 technique is stronger and which is weaker.
At least, the speed at which this Demonic Cultivation Technique can be completed is several times faster than that of the Zhenyang Sect.
Her parents are old and frail, and she has no time to wait.
She didn't want to work 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 the court as soon as possible.
As long as you can become stronger quickly, it doesn't matter which sect you join.
"Oh, with such a mind, you really should enter my Qinglian Sect."
Hearing the red-haired woman's words, Fang Xue's eyes widened suddenly:
"Senior, are you really from the Qinglian Sect?!"
The red-haired woman stood up and said in an indifferent voice: "If you want to worship me as your teacher, you have to enter the Qinglian Sect. From now on, everyone in the world will be your enemy. If your identity is known to anyone, you will die without a burial." Earth! Have you thought about it?"
Fang Xue kowtowed again: "Master, my disciple Fang Xue is willing to enter the Qinglian Sect, and I will never regret it!"
The red-haired woman threw a black crystal stone: "This is the Tanglian Jue of Qinglian Sect. You can practice it on your own. If you can reach the first level, I will teach you."
"Yes, Master!"
Fang Xue trembled and took the black crystal into her arms with great care.
The Qinglian Sect's Tanglian Jue was famous, so she had naturally heard of it.
The senior sister of the Qinglian Sect, Chun Hongtang, is a practitioner of the Tanglian Jue. This woman has such a high level of cultivation that no one among the elders of the three major sects can match her in a single fight.
It was the three elders of the Thunder Sword Sect who set up a trap to sneak up on her and kill her.
In this way, all three elders of Lei Jian Sect were seriously injured.
If I could master such a peerless skill.
Fang Xue's whole body was trembling, and there was another stack of transmission notes in front of her, but she heard the red-haired woman say:
"You should go back to Zhenyang Sect first and inquire about the news. If they make any changes, please inform me 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 spiritual crystal drilled out of her palm.
That day, after the master handed her the spiritual crystal that stored "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 spiritual crystal immediately got into Fang Xue's palm. A male cultivator came in with medicine. Seeing her sitting up, he hurriedly stepped forward:
"Junior sister, you are seriously injured, lie down and rest!"
Fang Xue grabbed his hand, her eyes red: "Senior brother, I want to avenge Senior Brother Luo and the others! Will Senior Sister take action personally?"
The male cultivator looked at Fang Xue's pale and soft cheeks, with pity flashing in his eyes, and said softly:
"Junior Sister Fang, please rest in peace. Senior Sister has just summoned Senior Sister Si Minglan. After you recover from your injuries, you and Senior Sister Si Minglan will go to track down the murderer."
"Senior Sister Si Minglan?"
Fang Xue was startled and whispered: "But the one who practices charm"
The male disciple showed embarrassment on his face, nodded and said:
"That's her, Junior Sister Fang, don't worry, Senior Sister Si Minglan's cultivation is ranked among the top five in Xiyue Peak, and her charm skills are superb. She will definitely be able to find the three murderers!"
After saying that, he looked even more embarrassed, told Fang Xue to take a good rest, and hurried out.
Obviously, there are many inconvenient details about Senior Sister Si Minglan's charm skills.
When the male disciple left, the weak smile on Fang Xue's face disappeared. After a moment of silence, she took out a transmission note, moved her fingers, and wrote a line of words.
"Si Minglan is proficient in the art of charm."
Yunling Town.
Narrow Rain Alley.
In the kitchen, Qiu Zhihe was chopping meat.
She suddenly stopped moving, put down the kitchen knife, took out a transmission note from her arms, took a look at it, and a sneer appeared on her face.
Bang, bang, bang, the deafening sound of meat cutting sounded again in the kitchen.
"The art of charm."
(End of chapter)
