Fast Transmute: The Fickle Villain is Su and Pampered

Chapter 153 Master Mozun Lightly Bite (2)

But fortunately, there are not many people in the Demon Race, and only a dozen or so have been seen in hundreds of years.Correspondingly, there are not many people who have cultivated to become immortals, and only a dozen or so have emerged in hundreds of years.

But this does not prevent those monks from flocking to the matter of cultivating immortals.There are many practitioners in the world. Over time, each of them developed their own methods of cultivation, and then reported to the group to keep warm, and formed their own sects.

Thousands of years ago, there were five sects in the world that divided the world equally, and the sect of the ancestor Ling Lian was one of them.

At the same time, thousands of years ago, there also appeared a Demon Lord who slaughtered countless monks!
That demon king was the leader of many demon clans, and many innocent creatures died in his hands.His ability is so great that no one can subdue him in a hundred years. People and even gods are all frightened when they hear his name.

Later, people from the five sects gathered together and teamed up with many monks and immortals to seal the Demon Lord.

They couldn't even kill him!
Ling Lian's sect was particularly injured in the great battle that shook the world, and had no choice but to retreat to the mountains and forests, while other sects grasped the booing head of the "sealed demon king" and called for wise men from all over the world .As a result, no one cares about her retreat to the mountains and forests, but her reputation for recruiting talents is getting bigger and bigger.

The heads of Linglian's ancestors are still indifferent to fame and fortune, and if those people don't come to look for him, he is happy and at ease.So when they came to Linglian's parents, the number of people who were willing to stay in the sect became less and less, and finally there was not even a single one.

"There's none left?!" Ling Lian was speechless, "At any rate, it was brilliant in the past, how could it be so miserable?"

"The school needs money to operate, three meals a day, basic necessities, housing, and transportation. If no one comes to the school, there is no entry fee. Without a source of income, the school is getting poorer and poorer. Radishes and cabbage can't keep those young people. The old people look at the situation. Although he didn’t leave on the surface, he can only be a nominal disciple if he doesn’t have enough to eat. In fact, he has already left the mountain to start a family and start a career. This is a very realistic problem.”

Cultivators also have to eat. The so-called fullness of spiritual energy and not eating a drop of rice for a thousand years is all after cultivating to become an immortal.What's more, cultivating immortals requires talent, and those who don't have talent should be a mortal or a mortal for the rest of their life.

Now that this tattered sect is in the hands of Ling Lian, it's up to her to turn around against the wind.

The system continued: "The girl next to the bed is Wang Lan. She was an abandoned baby that your father picked up when he was looking for mountains. When he picked it up, there was a jade card surnamed Wang hanging in the swaddle, and because he was wearing a blue bellyband, he was very strange. Especially, that’s why I gave her such a name. And that young man’s name is Liu Zhao, and it was also picked up by your father when he was searching for mountains many years ago..."

That is to say, this sect has completely failed to recruit people, and only two disciples were picked up by her father.After that, she couldn't pick it up any more... In addition to Ling Lian and the three of them, in order to raise these three children, her father and mother sold all the valuable things in the sect to raise money for the milk powder.

Later, both father and mother went west, and Ling Lian, the original host, also the head of the sect, decided to change the current predicament and recruit new ones again!
But who would want to come to this poor jingling sect?Those seeking entry from other sects almost stepped on the threshold of those sects.She went down the mountain by herself to set up a stall to recruit new recruits, and no one cared about it for more than a month.

The sect has no money, no power, no masters, no spirit beasts, and no pills... It is already a miracle that it can survive till now.

In three months' time, it will be the ten-year martial arts competition, and all martial arts will participate in it. If they can win the first place in this competition, they will become famous overnight.

The original host felt that this was an opportunity, so he had to seize it!But there are only three people inside and outside the whole sect, how could it be possible to win the sect with tens of thousands of disciples from other people's families.So she set her mind on the Demon Lord who had been sealed for thousands of years...

When the demon king was sealed, he used some of the remaining aura to make a promise. If anyone would help him break the seal, he would sign a contract with that person and be loyal to that person for life and life.

How much of what the demons say is true?But for thousands of years, those who have believed have come to help break the seal, and there are definitely not many people.

What a tempting condition, as long as the seal is released, the demon king's destructive power will be under his control!Even if it's fake, it's worth those people's risk of death!
But the sealing formation jointly deployed by the five major sects, could those who have a crooked mind be able to crack it?For so many years, I saw that thousands of people went up that mountain and never came down again.

Ling Lian, the original host, was forced to make such a move. He gave it a go, but he died on the road...

But she was lucky. Others went up the mountain without any bones left. She went down the mountain again and fell at the foot of the mountain. Only then could the two disciples of her own sect pick her up and leave a whole body.

Ling Lian silently wiped the cold sweat dripping from her head: "The task you gave me, the system, is too difficult..."

"Is it difficult?" The system thought for a while, "Actually, it's not difficult... As long as you sign a contract with the Demon Lord, don't you win the martial arts competition?"

"But the problem now is that I can't break the seal..."

"If you can't solve it, try a few more times. Now that you have me, you are considered immortal. It doesn't matter if you try a few more times."

Linglian: "..."

Seeing that Ling Lian had been in a daze since he woke up from the very beginning, Wang Lan couldn't help feeling a little worried: "Is the master still thinking about the sect competition?"

"Ah... um." Ling Lian nodded along the way.

"Actually, this is pretty good, isn't it?" Seeing this, Wang Lan couldn't help being relieved, "Haven't our sect survived like this for so many years? It's impossible to rush to the sky now, so let's just let nature take its course." Isn't the sect's precepts just: let nature take its course, and man and nature are one?"

"Although that's what I said..." But she definitely didn't have the patience to wait ten years after missing the opportunity after three months.

Sure enough, I still have to find a way to inherit the last wish of the original owner...

When Ling Lian took a bath, she felt unbearable pain in her back, as if someone had cut countless bloodstains on her skin with a knife, cutting her back to pieces.

What's even more strange is that some painful places can't be felt by touching them, and when others touch Linglian, they grin their teeth in pain and gasp again and again.

"There's nothing on the head's back." Wang Lan, who wiped Ling Lian's back after seeing Ling Lian's reaction, was a little flustered.

Ling Lian's back is smooth and flawless, under the candlelight it is as eye-catching as the finest mutton fat jade, making her a girl who can't help but want to take a few more glances, and she can't see the so-called "scars" that Ling Lian worries about.

"Could it be that...the head of the sect suffered internal injuries?!" Seeing this, Wang Lan became nervous, "Then what should I do! There is no medicine in the sect that can treat internal injuries, and there is no extra medicine for it." Money to buy medicine..."

"No need." Linglian frowned slightly, "I guess it's just my psychology."

Because from the moment she took off her clothes, Ling Lian suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room had become a little strange...

(End of this chapter)