Buyao deliberately whetted his appetite, and then put his charming handsome face in front of Feng Wan's eyes.

Being used to seeing Bu Ran's fairy-like face, Bu Ran's face has no lethality to Feng Wan.

The kind that doesn't even beat half a minute faster.

Buyao was bored and returned to his chair to sit down.

"Little girl, do you think I am not good-looking?"

"I'm face blind."

These three short words made Buyao choke on his own saliva.

"Ahem, you are... very good."

Bu Yao has never been so out of character, this Feng Wan is really quite capable.

Buyao stopped coughing and continued to answer the previous question.

"I like skulls because they are cute.

Hahaha, you didn’t expect this answer, did you?”

Feng Wan looked at Bu Yao seriously and shook his head, "I thought of it."

Bu Yao was a little discouraged. Feng Wan, this girl, didn't play according to the routine at all, which made him feel very unfulfilled.

No, he has to be serious and let Feng Wan know how powerful he is as a ghost cultivator.

Before Bu Yao planned to bring out a group of skulls to scare Feng Wan, someone came outside the cave.

"Holy Lord Buyao, the Holy Ancestor heard that you are back and asked you to go see him."

The beaten Unparalleled Ghost Lord came back with all his strength.

Bu Yao's smiling face immediately became frosty, never ending.

Feng Wan also noticed that Bu Yao seemed to dislike this Holy Ancestor very much.

"I'm tired and will go tomorrow."

"Holy Lord Bu Yao, the Holy Ancestor probably wants to see Feng Wan quickly. Why don't I take Feng Wan there first."

"You deserve it too."

If you are not a demon, you will not give Wushuang Guizun any face at all, and you will start to criticize him.

"If he doesn't, does your teacher have one?"

An old voice came into Buyao's cave.

Bu Yao even frowned this time.

"Don't talk nonsense." Bu Yao lowered his voice and warned Feng Wan.

Feng Wan nodded. Among these ghost cultivators, those who are not demons should be considered good. Some of his words can still be believed for the time being.

Bu Yao can tell Wushuang Guizun to go away, but he dare not ask his master to go away.

Standing at the door is not only the non-demon master, but also the holy ancestor of the ghost cultivator sect, the most powerful ghost cultivator in the ghost cultivator sect.

Buyao's status in the Ghost Cultivator sect is so high and he is so arrogant, all because his backing is strong enough.

Buyao got up and personally went to take his master into the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, an old man in black clothes stood beside Wushuang Ghost Lord.

The old man was very short. Standing next to others, he was only slightly taller than his waist. His appearance was very flat and could not be described as ordinary. It could be said to be very ugly.

But the powerful ghostly aura pulsating around him makes people absolutely unable to underestimate him.

The arrogant Bu Yao had to bow his head and salute before the Holy Ancestor.

"The disciple has met the master."

Ever since Buyao appeared, Saint Ancestor's eyes had never left his body.

He looked up and down carefully for half a quarter of an hour before nodding.

"No need to be polite, did you bring it back?"

When the Holy Ancestor spoke, he had already stepped forward and held Bu Yao's hand.

Buyao's body stiffened and he wanted to pull his hand back, but the Holy Ancestor was not something he could resist.

Take his hand and walk inside.

"Take my teacher to see it."

"Yes." Buyao said in an extremely stiff voice.

Wushuang Ghost Lord also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the Holy Ancestor.

"You stay outside and are not allowed to enter the demon-free cave without my order from the Holy Ancestor. Have you forgotten?"

The Holy Ancestor's voice changed from being gentle and caring towards Buyao, and became completely cold.

The Wushuang Ghost Lord froze in his steps and said humbly, "Yes."

The door of the cave was closed again, and Feng Wan followed the sound and looked towards the door.

I saw Bu Yao and a short old man walking in.

That old man is really short, walking next to Bu Yao, he looks like a child.

Presumably this is the non-demon master and the holy ancestor of the ghost cultivator sect.

The Holy Ancestor saw Feng Wan sitting on the chair at a glance, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

But he soon became dissatisfied.

"She is a prisoner, why are you so polite to her?"

Feng Wan is now trapped in the barrier, but has not received any punishment.

"Master, we still need her to refine the elixir, not torture her."

Bu Yao speaks for Feng Wan.

In the entire ghost cultivator sect, no demon dared to resist the Holy Ancestor.

If it were anyone else, it would be whatever the Holy Ancestor said, no one dared to say no.

"You have a crush on her?"

The Holy Ancestor's small eyes were fixed on Buyao, and he was alert in his heart.

"Master, you are thinking too much."

Even to the master who had the gift of reincarnation, Buyao's tone was still cold.

Seeing the coldness on Bu Yao Charming's beautiful face, the Holy Ancestor smiled.

"Okay, it's up to you."

[Why do I feel that this Saint Ancestor is so weird?] Bai Yu poked the goosebumps on his body. This is not how a normal master treats his disciples.

Peak Master Zongzheng also loves their master, but as a daughter-in-law.

The way the Holy Ancestor looks at monsters is not like looking at his son.

[Shh, let’s all be quiet. The Holy Ancestor’s cultivation level is too high, so don’t discover our existence.]

Huohuang said cautiously.

【good.】

The cubs watched quietly, for fear of bringing danger to Feng Wan.

When the Holy Ancestor arrived, Buyao gave up the most distinguished chair on the high platform to her master.

The Holy Ancestor glanced at the skull on the chair, with pampering and helplessness in his eyes.

"Yaoyao, you really won't change your hobby."

Feng Wan, who had always been calm, felt a little awkward when he heard the word Yaoyao.

Bu Yao pressed her beautiful petal lips tightly, "Master, I have grown up, you still call me Bu Yao or your disciple."

"Haha, okay, I'll just bark privately as a teacher. Don't worry, I won't bark at other times.

Okay, let’s interrogate this Fengwan first.”

The word interrogation made Buyao a little uncomfortable, but he understood his master's character.

If he speaks for Feng Wan, Feng Wan will only suffer worse. The best way is to follow him.

"yes."

"Feng Wan, do you remember what my master will ask you to do?"

When Bu Yao said these words, he blinked his eyes slightly, signaling Feng Wan to cooperate.

"good."

The Holy Ancestor was a little dissatisfied with Feng Wan's attitude of not being afraid at all.

"Feng Wan, I need a seventh-level rejuvenation pill now. When can you refine it at the earliest?"

The Holy Ancestor carefully investigated Feng Wan, and found out that she cultivated both alchemy and magic very quickly, and even caused a calamity of elixir and thunder during the alchemy competition in Zhonghuang.

The reason why she is still a sixth-level alchemy master now is because she is limited by her cultivation.

As long as her cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, she should be able to refine seventh-level elixirs very quickly.

Even if you don't upgrade to the Nascent Soul stage, you can still succeed by forcibly refining seventh-level elixirs.

As for what would happen to Feng Wan, he wouldn't care.

The ghost cultivator and the cultivator faction are inherently opposed to each other, so there is no need for him to be polite to Feng Wan.

Moreover, this Feng Wan has only two choices, one is to stay here willingly to help their ghost cultivators refine elixirs, and the other is to die.

Dear babies, please keep asking for all kinds of feedings!

(End of chapter)


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