In the side room, red candles flickered, and the woman knelt on the ground, trembling slightly.
Not scared, but excited.
Song Heqing crossed her and was about to sit on the soft couch, but remembered that the other party had just laid down on her, so he still stood and said:
"Get up!"
"Thank you, ancestor."
"Judging from your bone age, you are only over three hundred years old. How did you recognize me?"
"Ancestor, when I started, I heard from my master that there was an ancestor who transformed into gods in the sect. He had been away for more than a hundred years and had not returned. I was lucky enough to see the ancestor's portrait, and I just remembered it."
Song Heqing nodded:
"I see, who is the sect master now?"
"It's my senior sister Feng Meier."
"Have not heard."
Hu Yuncui smiled lightly:
"That's natural. More than five hundred years ago, my senior sister and I were not born yet, and we are now in the Golden Core stage. The two Yuan Ying uncles of the sect must know about you."
"That's right, it took too long, and those people probably died."
Thanks to being a demon cultivator, the original body was able to persist in the formation for more than five hundred years. You must know that the life span of the golden elixir stage is only five hundred years longer.
I'm afraid not many people in the Hehuan Sect know him now.
"Ancestor, wherever you have been in the past five hundred years, everyone in the sect thinks..."
"It's okay, I was just trapped in a place and just came out not long ago."
"That's it." Hu Yuncui nodded, suddenly thought of something, his face changed, and he asked tentatively:
"Ancestor, that Tantra..."
Song Heqing could guess what was coming next, and it was nothing more than a reminder of the Tantric sect's extermination.
Song Heqing readily admitted:
"Yes, I did it."
Hu Yuncui’s beautiful eyebrows wrinkled together:
"Ancestor, this is Xizhou, the territory of those bald donkeys. If you are like this...if they find out, how will they join forces to deal with us?"
"You don't have to worry about that, just be rest assured. If they look for trouble, the worst they can do is eat them all."
Hu Yuncui: “…………”
"By the way, let me ask you, how has the sect been in these years?"
Hu Yuncui's answer was hesitant: "Not very good."
"Huh? Let's talk about it."
"That's right. Many of the spiritual mines under the sect's jurisdiction have been snatched away by other sects. In recent years... they can hardly even afford the spiritual stones."
"Can't beat it?"
"Yes, because several sects are attacking our Hehuan Sect. There are seven Nascent Souls on the other side, and we have no way to deal with it." When talking about the difficulty, Hu Yuncui looked sad and couldn't help but say more:
"And because of the shortage of spiritual stones, many disciples practice Yin and Yang indiscriminately in order to increase their magic power. As a result, they often join the demon sect, which makes other sects even more unwelcome and hostile to us."
Song Heqing was curious: "What is this demon sect?"
"The ones that arose two hundred years ago were filled with evil cultivators, and various sects organized campaigns to suppress them, but to no avail."
"9527, is this established by the male protagonist?"
"Yes, the host. The Demon Cult is the main planning entity of the male. It helps him collect intelligence and conduct assassinations."
After briefly understanding the current situation of Hehuan Sect, Song Heqing also knew what he would face next.
The next day, accompanied by Hu Yuncui, he came to the competition ground together.
His appearance attracted the attention of many people.
Many people in the audience were talking about it:
"This man has extraordinary appearance and handsome appearance. I didn't expect him to be a pretty boy who relies on women."
"This girl from the Hehuan Sect is wild by nature, so this guy probably won't be able to run away if he's taken a liking to her."
"I want to be liked too, hehehe."
"That's true. Even if you die under peonies, you will be a ghost even if you die."
But what Hu Yuncui did next shocked everyone, including the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
She actually let Song Heqing sit in the main seat, while she was at the side, with a low eyebrow and a submissive look.
Everyone was curious as to who this man in white was, who actually made the Golden Core cultivator so humble.
Nangong Qingke also wanted to ask, but a female disciple rushed ahead of him:
"Uncle Master, who is he? Why can he sit on the throne?"
Hu Yuncui glanced at her:
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you will know later."
"All right."
Soon, the game attracted everyone's attention.
The competition in the ring is particularly exciting. These people are the elites of the young generation of elites in the entire continent.
Everyone has special skills, and the fighting scenes are extremely thrilling, even cooler than watching action movies.
After several rounds of competition and screening, Nangong Qingke finally faced off against Mo Nan.
"Look, I just said that the two of us are destined."
Nangong Qingke still looked carefree.
Mo Nan felt even more disgusted with him when he thought of yesterday's contempt:
"I will definitely defeat you today."
"Game start."
The golden gong sounded and the two fought again.
This time Nangong Qingke did not let go.
From Song Heqing's point of view, this kid at least has some bottom line and knows when not to be stupid.
However, he still fought with a teasing attitude, just like a cat stretching out its paws to tease a little mouse.
Obviously the battle can be ended directly.
Of course, if he does this, some people can't just sit idly by.
In terms of combat ability, the protagonist couldn't reach this point, but he made it to the final round. Naturally, it was the good old attacker behind him who helped him.
Song Heqing could feel the lingering demonic energy from him.
"9527, what's going on with Mo Nan's devilish energy?"
"It was the protagonist who gave him a drop of demon blood, which can improve his combat effectiveness at critical moments."
No wonder he can fight back in every crisis.
Song Heqing also noticed that the protagonist Gong hiding in the crowd was activating the demon blood.
Mo Nan suddenly rose up and stabbed Nangong Qingke with a sword like light.
Where no one was paying attention, Song Heqing moved his fingers, and the sword tip near his neck immediately changed direction.
But the sword energy still cut through Nangong Qingke's collar.
His expression immediately became serious.
If the sword hadn't deflected suddenly, my life would have been...
The audience also noticed this:
"Returning to Xu Zong, the disciple surnamed Mo, is too much. There is no way he would kill someone in a competition."
"Since it's a competition, it's hard to avoid injuries."
"But this move is too cruel..."
The protagonist in the crowd, Gong, was naturally extremely surprised.
He didn't expect that his spell was unsuccessful.
Impossible, not many people can crack it.
He hated Nangong Qingke very much. In his eyes, this person who molested Mo Nan over and over again should die.
People who dare to touch themselves are so tired of living!
During this gap, Nangong Qingke no longer wanted to fight, and directly decided the winner with two moves.
Mo Nan's defeat made the protagonist Gong look at Nangong Qingke even more sinisterly.
Very good, not only thinking about my people, but also not letting him win.
Damn it.
"Hehuan Sect, it's time for us to forget our old and new grudges."
What Song Heqing didn't know was that because of his little change, the subsequent story would change so quickly.
The results of the Dao Discussion Conference were finally released, and Hehuan Sect rarely made it into the top ten, and even achieved a good result of third place.
The second place is the sword cultivator disciple, and the first place is naturally the young monk of the host Zen sect.
The Hehuan Sect team did not stay much longer. On the next day, they got on the flying boat and flew towards the east.
A few days later, just after leaving the realm of Zen, I encountered a new situation.
Hu Yuncui: "Ancestor, this is..."
The crows and magpies in the sky were like dark clouds that rolled them up in the sky, constantly hitting the barrier of the flying boat.
Song Heqing:
"It looks like someone is causing trouble for us."
