Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

"…What are you doing here?"

Tian Yusi stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed, with a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

Ye Jue's personality is strange and unpredictable, and he is also ruthless in his actions. If Leng Bu Mian is discovered, he will definitely be punished, so it is better to leave quickly...

"Can't you?"

The young man interrupted Tian Yusi's thoughts with a cold voice, and there was a hint of oppression in that voice from beginning to end.

Tian Yusi’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he could only whisper weakly: “No…”

Wang Zi didn't have time to care about his current mood. He held Feng Ming in his hand and continued, "Let's talk about business."

Tian Yusi nodded and listened carefully to the young man's words.

"In two months' time, during the Immortal Trace Conference, Ye Jue will definitely let you represent Yuxiu Peak and enter the secret realm trial."

"Ye Jue is in urgent need of a medicinal ingredient with strong magical power, so he wants to use the Fairyland Convention to train your body. By then, your seal will be unlocked by 30%."

"Thirty percent..." Tian Yusi's dark red eyes turned, and he murmured, his thoughts suddenly surging.

If it is true as the young man said, that the seal is unlocked by 30%, then adding the current 10% it will be 40%.

With the seal 40% broken, he entered the secret realm. While Ye Jue is away, he might be able to forcibly break through the remaining 60% of the seal.

By then he will be able to leave Tianfu Sect...

but……

Tian Yusi raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zi.

"You and I are both demons. Will you come with me?"

He asked in a low voice, with a bit of unclear emotion.

In the field of vision, the young man held the sword with his arms across his chest, and said in a tone that couldn't be any calmer: "I don't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Yusi clenched his fists and immediately concealed all his expression.

He replied in a muffled voice: "Hmm..."

"understood."

"I will help you after we enter the secret realm." Wang Zi continued, "So you are not allowed to act rashly in these two months."

“……” Tian Yusi fell silent after a long absence.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Zi's eyes became colder, and he said word by word:

"Understood?"

The night breeze blew in from the window, and the only sound left in the night without the chirping of insects was the rustling of leaves.

The moonlight came in and shone on the two of them.

Tian Yusi's eyes were looking at the person in front of him, with a dark red light flowing in them.

He pursed his lips and responded softly: "Yes."

……

Time continues to fly

Wang Zi practiced and tried to draw the formation day after day, until...

Two months later

The gathering place of the Xianzong Conference: Tianfu Sect Central Square

Chenshi

"The Immortal Trace Conference is the largest collective action of sects on the Cultivation Continent. Only disciples from the Foundation Establishment to Core Formation stages are allowed to enter, and the rules are extremely strict."

"There are hundreds of sects of varying sizes in the world of immortal cultivation, but only a dozen of them have the right to enter. I heard that our Tianfu Sect is only ranked ninth!"

"Doesn't our Tianfu Sect have a patriarch who is in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in the back mountain? How come he is only ranked ninth?"

"Ninth is already pretty good! At least I'm qualified. Look at those weaker sects... They can't even lick me!"

"The reason why our Tianfu Sect has this qualification is that our ancestor who was in the Tribulation Stage before before snatched it from others. Many people died in that battle, and an entire sect was destroyed..."

"Hey, hey! Don't be afraid if I say so! Our Tianfu Sect has produced a genius that only appears once in a thousand years—a 15-year-old who is in the late Jindan stage! You don't know how many people in those small sects are still stuck in the Jindan stage after being hundreds of years old!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Leng Bu Mian is the trump card of our Tianfu Sect! He is so powerful that he will protect us."

"Oh, protection?"

Amid the chatter, Yan Mingchuan strolled over with a sword in his hand.

He stood in the middle of the team, and everyone stopped talking and made way for him and saluted:

"Elder brother..."

"Big brother."

"..."

Yan Mingchuan smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm, and glanced at the disciples who had just been discussing fiercely, and then said:

"Do you still want to count on Leng Bumian's protection? There are always people who are better than you... Maybe the first person to be besieged will be Leng Bumian."

This Fairyland Conference sounds good, but in reality it is just a gladiatorial arena in the world of immortal cultivation.

The weak eat the weak and become stronger, and the strong eat the weak and become stronger.

I wonder if Leng Bushian will be targeted by the disciples of the number one sect after he goes in... and not even ashes will be left of him.

"Big Brother, this is wrong."

A cold female voice came, refuting him.

Bai Qi was holding a jade sword in his hand, dressed in white, with an indifferent look and outstanding temperament. After several months of practice, he had reached the great perfection of the initial stage of Jindan.

She stood aside, turned her head and looked at Yan Mingchuan and continued: "Senior Brother Bu Mian has a very high level of cultivation. Looking at the cultivation world, there are not many people in the same class of immortal cultivators who can match him."

"Junior Sister Bai Qi..."

Bai Qi spoke for Wang Zi, and Yan Mingchuan looked gloomy and unhappy.

He laughed dryly and nodded, "Yes, Junior Sister Bai is right, but what I said also makes sense."

Yan Mingchuan frowned tightly, still unable to swallow the humiliation of losing to Wang Zi in the sect competition.

If it weren’t for him, Junior Sister Bai Qi would have already...!