He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 94 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 17)

So how do we get in?

Wen Yan hesitated. Should she fly in?

She looked at the towering city walls, where lightning occasionally struck, sending up plumes of dark dust...

Forget it, let's just go through the main entrance.

So he walked towards the ancient, dark black gate, and very politely knocked on it. The knock was hard, and his knuckles turned red.

She gently rubbed her reddened knuckles, her mind racing.

How do most aristocratic families and sects usually get in? I think they use special teleportation arrays.

Does entering the Demon Realm also require entering a formation?

Thinking this, she mounted her sword and flew around the city gate, searching inside and out, but found nothing.

That's strange, such a big place has only one gate.

Wen Yan returned to where she had been standing, glanced at the solemn city gate, and, still not believing in the superstition, stepped forward and reached out to knock.

As a result, the dense demonic energy sprouted dozens of dark fingers, which slowly moved to form a rudimentary palm that enveloped Wen Yan's hand.

The greedy demonic energy, like jackals drawn by the aroma of meat, struggled to get a share.

"Hehehe, it smells so good, it's the scent of righteous cultivators!"

"Meat, pure and unblemished spiritual meat, my mouth is watering."

The old voice sounded like a stone was stuck in his throat, each word spitting out in a vulgar and disgusting way.

Wen Yan was caught off guard when a foul-smelling black odor clung to her fingertips. It was slippery and disgusting, even more so than a dead fish. Her hair stood on end, and she felt her stomach churning.

"Hiss!"

A sharp sound shattered from the doorway, and the demonic energy surrounding Wen Yan was provoked, instantly transforming into a towering giant hand that bared its fangs and claws.

The hand trembled, and only when the shadow of the giant hand approached did it transform into individual finger bones that scattered and fled, but all to no avail. The giant hand quickly fell, suppressing the foul-smelling black mist and crushing it into pieces.

After dealing with the unruly black energy, the giant hand expanded again, reaching the height of the city gate. Its large hand was slightly tilted, making a slapping gesture, baring its teeth.

If you don't open up, I'll expose you.

The massive city gate trembled slightly, then opened its doors with utter obsequious fawning, humbly inviting the great Buddha inside.

Wen Yan:?

This city gate is so opportunistic! Why do I feel inexplicably embarrassed?

She raised her finger and watched as her fingertip was carefully covered by demonic energy, rubbing away the scent of the black energy bit by bit.

It gives off a jealous vibe.

An illusion must be an illusion.

The mischievous devil licked Wen Yan's fingers bit by bit, squeezing out the strange smell that didn't belong to him, until his entire fingertip was stained with his own scent.

I hate, I hate the smell of other people.

La la la, my owner didn't stop me, how wonderful!

"Come back," Mo Zhu said in a deep voice, "You good-for-nothing."

A blush crept across his face, and he flicked away the demonic energy that had clung to Wen Yan's fingers. The demonic energy flew hundreds of miles away, only to be retrieved by a hypocrite and carefully carried close to his body.

Mo, the number one hypocrite, coughed awkwardly: "You are all my demonic energy, don't waste it."

The demonic energy whispered, "We are all manifestations of your will, it is clearly you, Master..."

Mo Zhu glanced at it sideways; if its sharp gaze had any substance, it would have already been sliced ​​into several thin pieces of magic. So it shook its head to indicate that it dared not say anything more.

Wen Yan was completely unaware of the various battles of wits and courage between the demonic energy and her master—well, it seemed to be a one-sided crushing victory for Mo Zhu. Her figure flashed by so fast that she became a black shadow, darting through the streets not far away.

Only the city gate turned into a dark cloud of mist. Carefully, it reached the spot where Wen Yan was standing, picked up a few flattened pieces of black mist, and its misty body trembled almost imperceptibly, as if it were about to cry.

Waaaaah, so scary, so scary! It scared the living daylights out of us!

Just as Wen Yan found an inn to stay temporarily and was picking up a pastry to fill her stomach, suddenly everyone around her knelt down.

? ? ?

What does it mean?

Wen Yan was completely bewildered, sitting blankly in her chair with a peach blossom cake in her hand, at a loss for what to do.

Why don't you kneel before me?

A bloody and extremely oppressive voice came, and the cold wind it stirred up overturned all the pastries, along with all the tables and chairs in the inn. Wen Yan got up in time and dodged, but the people kneeling were not so lucky and were knocked over.

But they remained silent, like sullen, bullied figures, still kneeling obediently.

"Dare to hide? Interesting."

A sinister voice suddenly rang out again, accompanied by gusts of fierce, eerie wind that nearly destroyed the inn. Falling planks struck the kneeling man, who let out a muffled groan before quickly covering his mouth.

From the moment Wen Yan picked up the pastry until now, she had been so busy dodging that she hadn't said a word, while the owner of the voice kept talking to himself.

Wen Yan was speechless. Why was it another one-woman show?

However, that voice sounds somewhat familiar...

She dodged the last plank, drew her sword, and slashed through the eerie black mist at the shop door, revealing a devilishly beautiful face.

Wen Yan gasped!

Good heavens, this is Bai Lingling's wonderful husband!?

It was so easy to find him; I was just worried about not being able to find him, and he just delivered himself to my doorstep.

That couldn't be better.

An excited look flashed across Wen Yan's face. The snow-white blade emitted a crystal-blue light, occasionally wreathed in demonic energy.

"Is this a sword of a righteous cultivator?" Zhao Yu curled his lips and his eyes flashed with interest: "I have never seen a demon using a sword of a righteous cultivator as an object before. Interesting."

"Woman, you've successfully piqued my interest."

The familiar lines, the familiar confidence, the familiar sidelong glance—a look that seemed to bestow a favor…

Wen Yan admitted that she was disgusted again.

She raised her hand, leaped forward, and struck a few times. A barrage of sword energy swept across the wooden planks and slashed towards Zhao Yu. A fierce wind arose with overwhelming force, and this move, which could be described as a natural disaster, successfully crippled him.

Wen Yan sheathed his sword and stood there, stunned.

Seriously, buddy, are you that weak?

"Good, interesting. No wonder she is a woman with such demonic power."

Zhao Yu wiped away the blood with an air of dominance. His sharply defined jawline seemed capable of cleaving through the air currents of another dimension. His reddish eagle eyes seemed to be locked on the scent of his prey, not to mention his dazzling red robe and pale red lips.

Um?

He seemed to be a different person from Bai Lingling's husband. Although they were similar, the other man didn't have the arrogant and conceited air about him, as if he thought he was the best in the world.

Bai Lingling's husband is someone the whole world must revolve around, while the person in front of her is someone who is the only one in the world.

Wen Yan sheathed her sword, hovering in mid-air and looking down at the red-clad man on the ground. Her lips twitched slightly; he hadn't even managed to catch a single move from her.

That's incredibly bad...

"Woman, I allow you to be mine."

Zhao Yu tilted her head back and revealed a perfect smile.