Wang Qisheng and several companions made routine inspections at various peaks, and returned to Punishment Peak with mixed emotions.
At first, I felt a little aggrieved and resentful at being looked at in a strange way by fellow disciples from other peaks, but after knowing the truth, I felt like I couldn't hold my head up, as if they had all deceived other fellow disciples together.
Today's inspection mission was performed very sloppily, and everyone was listless, but no one at the other peaks felt anything was wrong.
It's so normal. Anyone who suddenly hears that the peak master they respect and worship is an out-and-out demon cultivator can't their brains be sluggish for a few days?
It is not easy for people like them to get up and go on patrol.
I sat in the same place for a long time, thinking that living like this all day long was not an option, so I got up and wanted to go back to practice. Suddenly I remembered that several brothers had not shown up since the morning, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried.
He returned to the courtyard where he stayed and wanted to see them, but he heard noisy sounds coming from Bingzhengtang.
He sighed softly, turned around and walked over. He froze when he reached the door.
Even outside the door, you can hear a junior brother inside banging the table and shouting loudly.
"Peak Master, you are a demon cultivator! The master of your majestic Punishment Peak is actually a demon cultivator! Who will believe this!"
"Why? Why are there demon cultivators in our world?" Another disciple also shouted.
Wang Qisheng couldn't help but look around, making sure that no one was listening. He shook his head involuntarily, raised his hand and prepared to push the door open to remind them that even if there were thousands of horses galloping in his heart and his faith collapsed, he still had to be careful that the walls had ears.
This idea just came up, and I suddenly thought it was funny. Aren't I the "ear in the wall" in this situation?
At such a moment, he said again: "Yes! A few years ago, Peak Master Rong personally uncovered many demonic cultivators hidden in Xuanmen! Why is this? We are both demonic cultivators, so why are we fighting each other?
It’s too urgent!”
Wang Qisheng sighed, these kids couldn't hold back their words. They were so careless, how could they be like the people from Punishment Peak!
Finally opening the door, I saw several people gathered around a round table in the hall, and I could vaguely see the mess of cups and plates on the table.
Suddenly Wang Qisheng sniffed, with a surprised look on his face: "Are you drinking?"
Several disciples said with playful smiles: "Just...drank a little bit!"
Wang Qisheng looked at them in disappointment and shook his head: "As disciples of Punishment Peak, gathering people to drink in broad daylight...you are really good at it!"
"Senior Brother Wang..." A disciple stumbled over and hugged his shoulders, saying seriously: "Don't be angry! My brothers wanted to call you, but aren't you on duty today..."
Wang Qisheng pushed him away: "Go! I'm not angry because you drank and didn't yell at me. Look what you've become now! You don't have the slightest bit of vigilance to do this kind of thing. If the peak master finds out,
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He raised his arms and pointed at each one, but suddenly stopped because the crowd dispersed and he saw Rong Che sitting at the table with a blushing face!
He moved his hands and wanted to rub his eyes, but he heard Rong Che say: "Let's stop here today and go to Qisheng's place to receive the punishment."
Rong Che stood up and shook his head inconspicuously, but the others bowed and said goodbye without any surprise, and even swore to go and receive the punishment immediately.
Wang Qisheng stared blankly at Rong Che walking past him, and the smell of alcohol hit his face.
Isn’t Peak Master Rong a teetotaler?
This question appeared directly on his face...
"Haha, Senior Brother Wang is stupid..." The disciples also made fun of him.
"What punishment?" Wang Qisheng came back to his senses with questions on his head.
Rong Che wandered outside the door. The room was like a wine vat. Although he had been using his spiritual power to resolve the alcohol, he was still dizzy. If Wang Qisheng hadn't suddenly barged in, he would have refused to stay there.
The disciples fell down in front of them.
Leaving with lingering fear, he vowed never to be brave again and was willing to give in when it came to drinking.
In order to fully understand the thoughts of his disciples and truly open up their hearts, he had been forcing himself to listen to them attentively, and tried his best to guide them to express their true innermost thoughts.
Holding his hands behind his back, he slowly walked back to his yard. Rong Che couldn't help but chuckle.
For the first time in my life, I know an adjective that can be applied to myself: "personal charm".
I actually have such a thing in my body... I never thought about it.
At a time when the traditional idea of hostility between immortals and demons is deeply ingrained, I can actually use this inexplicable personal charm to make my disciples blur the difference between immortals and demons... I really don't know why I should blame myself for having such a trait that makes them change their stance.
Fortunately, I still have to worry about how easily they can be influenced to change their stance.
But the further he walked, the lighter his heart became, and the more he thought about it, the more he fell in love with these disciples.
Only then did he truly understand the greatness of the Guiyi Sect and the greatness of his wife who established the Guiyi Sect.
He didn't know if there were any other disciples at Punishment Peak who still had knots in their hearts, but today the knots in these disciples' hearts were completely opened.
He is already very contented and truly feels that he is already very lucky.
Tomorrow he will announce his identity as a demon cultivator in front of all his disciples. He is now confident because the acceptance of the disciples at Punishment Peak allows him to face tomorrow calmly.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened in Moying, and the news was not delivered to Guiyi Gate in time because the mountain gate was sealed.
Although the Demon Slayer Alliance is standing still, Mo Ying recently discovered that another Xuanmen force is eyeing them.
It turned out that although Elder Cui had stabilized the Demon Slayer Alliance and prevented them from taking action, he was focused on waiting for news about Guiyi Sect and the supplies promised by each sect. However, some people could not wait and could not see Elder Cui gaining power, so they also entangled some Xuanmen members.
People and casual cultivators come to "eliminate demons"!
Although Elder Cui heard the news, he thought that the opponent's reputation was not indicative of his strength and that he could not crack the hard nut of Moying, so he left it alone.
That group of people got the opportunity to advance quickly, controlled the cultivators arranged by the Demon Slayer Alliance to monitor the area around Mo Camp, and directly intercepted their intelligence. After several days of research, they decisively launched a strong attack on Mo Camp!
At that time, Zhou Kehong didn't take these people seriously. Not to mention how strong the protective shield was, he said that he was surrounded by demonic soldiers. What else could go wrong?
What happened later fully proved the truth: hitting an egg with a stone will not happen to an active attacker.
Now that we know that Mo Camp has a strong protective shield, magic soldiers, and a teleportation array, how could these people be so unprepared?
Zhou Kehong believes that his strength is comparable to that of several immortals, not to mention that it seems that all the immortals in this world are closely related to Yan Qingzheng, so it is impossible to find trouble.
If they can really break through the protective shield, they can turn the tide on their own.
Taking ten thousand steps back, I am really outmatched. Isn't there still a way out like the teleportation array?
So he, the old god, went into seclusion.
Only when the protective shield outside the Mo camp was broken and the enemies quickly rushed in and surrounded the demon cultivators did Zhou Kehong wake up.
He found it incredible and hurried out to check, but unexpectedly he didn't find any immortal product! He was annoyed. When Rong Che left, he patted his chest to ensure that he could guard Mo Camp. However, it didn't take long before someone hit him in the eye.
What a slap in the face!
Zhou Kehong was so angry that he quickly shot and injured several people. At this time, a person flew towards him from outside. Although he had not seen his appearance clearly and did not know his cultivation level, Zhou Kehong suddenly changed his expression and was paying attention seriously.
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The visitor waved a golden seal, so Zhou Kehong could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
"Immortal weapon!" Zhou Kehong looked solemn and stared at the visitor.
"Humph!" The person who came was a middle-aged monk. He looked very honest and upright, but he could not hide his disgust towards the demon cultivators in Moying.
Zhou Kehong stopped his hand and looked at Fang Yin, a middle-aged monk, with his brows furrowed and his eyes twinkling.
"This master, is the third-grade immortal weapon Xuanyuan Fang Seal in his hand?" He suddenly asked.
The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows: "You devil, you have good eyesight!"
Zhou Kehong narrowed his eyes and said: "Back then, during the Tianyi Sect Mu Immortal Conference, Yan Feiying, a casual cultivator, became a destined person of Xuanyuan Fangyin and became famous all over the world. I am not an ignorant person, how could I not know about it."
"Haha!" The middle-aged monk burst into laughter, "Yan Feiying was indeed the only person who was destined for Xuanyuan Fangyin back then! But since the ascension passage was restarted, Xuanyuan Fangyin gradually recovered its vitality and was supplemented by immortal energy. It is no longer the same.
Yan Feiying can control it, so when he discovers this problem, he can only come to Yan Zhengzong to seek refuge!"
"So you stole his Xuanyuan Fang Seal?"
"He has joined our Yan Zheng Sect, and this immortal weapon is naturally owned by our Yan Zheng Sect!" The middle-aged monk turned coldly and said: "The Xuanyuan Square Seal contains infinite righteousness. It is the nemesis of demons like you, surnamed Zhou.
, you’d better just surrender without mercy!”
Zhou Kehong already had a bad feeling in his heart. As the middle-aged monk said, the aura of Xuanyuan Fangyin made him very afraid. Before the middle-aged monk took action against him, he had already felt the pressure coming from his face.
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"Yan Zhengzong has never participated in the disputes between Taoism and Xuanmen, and has sealed the gate for thousands of years. How can he come forward now!" Zhou Kehong was very depressed. Yan Zhengzong is not well-known and not strong, but he is the natural enemy of demon cultivators, even among immortals.
On the demonic battlefield, Buddhist cultivators are also the most troublesome existence for demonic cultivators.
It’s just that there have always been few Buddhist practitioners, and even fewer have ascended.
"Exterminating demons and defending the Tao is the duty of my Yan Zhengzong. It is our duty to destroy Mo Ying!" The middle-aged monk spoke righteously.
Zhou Kehong knew something was wrong, and quickly prepared to let the demon cultivator enter the house. There was a teleportation array inside, and he planned to hold the monk back.
Seeing the demon cultivators hiding in the house, the middle-aged monk showed no reaction. The only one he cared about was Zhou Kehong, while the others showed disdain.
Zhou Kehong felt a thump in his heart. The unhurried look of these people didn't seem like they didn't know there was a teleportation array here, but more like they were waiting to see a joke.
Could it be... Zhou Kehong looked back anxiously, and sure enough, those demonic cultivators came out again, dejected, with anxious and confused expressions on their faces.
"Why don't you leave?" Zhou Kehong shouted.
Even though they knew they couldn't leave, they still asked with a bit of luck.
The middle-aged monk turned the square seal in his hand with a look of compassion on his face: "Zhou Kehong, let's capture him without mercy!"