Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

When Ning Xiyuan said he wanted to take the painter away, the madam's jaw dropped.

She looked at the heavy spirit stone in her hand, and then looked at the painter who was staggering in a puddle of drink.

Finally, his eyes fell on the young man in white.

Madam: “…”

It feels weird.

But I can’t say what’s strange about it.

Want to live.

But...I also want money.

Finally, she suddenly grabbed Ning Xiyuan's hand and said in a deep voice: "Great love from the immortal."

"It's better for the three of you to live well than anything else."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Yan Qi'an: "......"

Painter: "Good! Good! Good!"

The painter said "good" three times in a row, and the expression on Yan Qian'an's face became increasingly gloomy.

As for the painter's last comment about "good wine", no one heard it and no one cared.

The madam looked at the backs of the three people, felt the heavy love in her hands, and shed tears of emotion.

These days, there are too many smart people and not enough fools.

Fortunately... Fortunately! God had mercy on her and she met a few of them.

-

When Ning Xiyuan was about to make a seal, Yan Qian suggested flying with a sword.

"Young Sect Master, I have never actually used the Slaughter Abyss since I got it."

"The mountains and rivers around the world also have their own unique scenery."

"Why not fly on a sword and enjoy the experience."

The boy's voice is gentle, soft and clear, making people feel like a spring breeze.

This well-reasoned argument was completely overturned when Ning Xiyuan saw the young man pick up the painter with one hand, step on the Lu Yuan, cross the clouds and fly to a height of ten thousand meters.

The painter's scream is really...

The stream flew straight down three thousand feet.

[Tsk, that's terrible] The system shook its head. If you offend the villain, you really will die.

Ning Xiyuan followed and was able to see the painter's face disheveled in the wind, his black hair flying, and his work changing from delicate to sloppy.

In the end, Ning Xiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he flew on his sword simultaneously with Yan Qian'an, and a teleportation array teleported all three of them to the Futu Sect.

Artist: “…”

He was lying on the grass in a spread-eagle position.

There seemed to be a whistling sound of wind in my ears.

But he still heard Yan Qian'an's voice, piercing through all barriers.

"Young Master, is the scenery along the way beautiful?"

Yan Qian'an ignored the painter who was lying on the ground and continued to smile at Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Artist: "....#@%^&*......"

Oh shit.

What did he do wrong to deserve this crazy lunatic?

Ning Xiyuan saw through it but didn't say anything. She turned to face the painter.

The painter had already jumped up from the ground, bent down slightly, and bowed with a smile: "Please give me your orders."

Ning Xiyuan stuffed a bunch of books about talisman cultivation into the painter's hands and said, "In nine days, we will have a preliminary competition."

"Come on, I believe you."

Artist: “…”

He had a life of ups and downs.

He was once a brilliant genius, but the Nine Days Quick Talisman Cultivation...

This is not something that an ordinary genius can do.

You have to be a pervert!

While he was silent, the two had already walked away.

The painter was lying on the ground again. He loved to play badly and suddenly felt a little regretful about the deal.

Just when I was becoming more conscious and about to fall asleep.

The girl's cold and gloomy voice rang in her ears: "If you dare to run, I'll break your legs."

The painter's eyes widened, his brain working in overload.

The value of this sentence...

Those few harmless words made him feel a chill on his back.

He watched the girl give him a crooked smile before leaving again, and tremblingly opened the book on talisman cultivation in his hand.

Somehow...the thought of giving up suddenly stopped.

And, there is a very important question...

Didn't this crazy woman even ask him what his name was?!

-

Ning Xiyuan's lips curled up slightly as he hummed a little tune, and he was very satisfied with the painter's final expression.

"You're still one person short."

Yan Qian'an's voice suddenly rang out.

He seemed to be unable to bear seeing Ning Xiyuan so happy.

What use can a useless swordsman be!?

Ning Xiyuan nodded.

Correct.

One more to go.

"Do you need help?" Yan Qian'an grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist and blurted out this sentence.

In fact, it was only after he said it that he realized what he had said.

hesitate.

Yan Qian was of course hesitant.

Then he stopped and neither moved forward nor spoke a word.

What does Ning Xiyuan’s predicament have to do with him?

This was the first question that popped into his mind.

Why should he be so active and attentive to what she is facing, worrying about, and dealing with?

But in just a moment, Yan Qian'an had the answer himself.

They are allies.

Only Ning Xiyuan is stronger, and his support in the world of cultivation is also stronger.

Only if Ning Xiyuan becomes stronger, he will be able to find out the whereabouts of the Nuwa Stone more quickly.

What's more, it's not a difficult task.

Go to the Endless Sea to find a puppeteer, and then find a genius that no one knows from somewhere.

Then...

Control him.

Yan Qian'an's restless heart calmed down and he began to think about this problem seriously.

"You?"

Ning Xiyuan raised his eyebrows and sounded surprised.

Yan Qi'an...

A genius indeed!

But the spiritual veins in his body have been severed by himself...If it's demonic energy...he should not be able to participate in the competition.

The surprise in the girl's tone made Yan Qian'an unhappy.

Even...those eyes that were always listless were now filled with disbelief.

"Why not?"

Yan Qian gritted his teeth.

Even if it's him...so what!

What does this tone and look mean? Am I being looked down upon?

Ning Xiyuan: "....That's not necessary."

Helping Yan Qianan repair his spiritual veins is too crazy...

Still very troublesome.

forget it.

"I already have a suitable candidate." Ning Xiyuan looked at the boy's gradually gloomy face and took the initiative to explain.

In her heart...

I have already made plans.

-

Qiushan, most of the outer disciples live here.

Their courses are simple, they receive minimal resources, and they even have to find ways to solve survival problems on their own.

Their dull aptitude prevented them from entering the inner sect, but they did not want to give up on the path to immortality.

In this way, Shen Shiwei, who has already reached the foundation-building stage at such a young age, is particularly eye-catching.

He has the qualifications of an inner sect disciple, but is an outer sect disciple.

It’s because Shen Shiwei’s spiritual energy is too weak and not pure.

The most important thing is that the swordsman she chose was terrible at swordsmanship.

She wanted to become stronger...so she had to work twice as hard as others.

"Hey, our great genius Shen is still practicing swordsmanship!"

"I don't have the qualifications, so forget it...Practicing a hundred times is a waste of resources."

"Foolish people always try to catch up with the early bird."

Some of the outer disciples who came back from the back mountain in groups stopped in front of Shen Shiwei.

The first thing he said was sarcasm.

So more and more people gathered.

Everyone wants to see people laugh at their jokes.

Shen Shiwei gripped the sword, looked at the girl in the yellow skirt who was leading the group, and bit her lip.

She encounters such provocations every day.

She also wants to prove herself...

Can...

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Chapter One