The host is always attacked [Quick Transmigration]

It's not that everyone in the Wuji Sect has never seen a well-qualified practitioner, such as Li Xiuwen, the senior brother of the sect, or the junior sister who was brought back by the head of the sect not long ago.

But for someone like Wen Renyun who was originally mediocre or even unqualified to be an outside disciple, but is now able to make rapid progress, it would be a lie to say that he is not jealous.

After all, this person was a four-spirit root when he first started, and it took ten years to build a foundation, but not only did he become a three-spirit root three years ago, but now it only took three years to complete the foundation. It has become a single-element Golden Spirit Root again, and it is still in the late Nascent Soul!

And looking at his age, he is only 27 years old, but he is already a great talent who is about to enter the stage of transformation.

In contrast, Li Xiuwen and Junior Sister Xueyuan, who had been holding each other in the door, seemed ordinary.

It is precisely because of Wen Renyun's living name that the Wuji Sect, which was originally ignored by no one, has now become a very popular sect, and the sect general election every three years has been changed to every five years.

People who had offended him in the past even went to his Yunmu Peak to make amends and apologize when they found the opportunity, and the head of the sect even sent new treasures from time to time. Let Wen Renyun forget the previous unhappiness.

Seeing that the person who was trampled by him in the past was so flattered by everyone at this moment, even the head of the sect even beat himself up for him.

The unwillingness and anger in Li Xiuwen's heart became more and more raging.

"Why! He is just a bastard that everyone doesn't recognize! What right does he have to step on my head?!"

As the anger continued to rise, another voice suddenly came out from the bottom of my heart, "You are the young master of the Li family in Xiaocheng, the elder brother of the Wuji sect, all of this should be yours!"

"As long as you kill him, all this will be yours!"

"But I can't kill him now, and he won't go on missions with me..."

The more he thought about it, the more distorted Li Xiuwen's face became, and the more murderous intent he felt in his heart.

Cultivators are most taboo to give birth to inner demons, especially the demonic energy condensed from jealousy.

But Li Xiuwen didn't want to control his demons, or in other words, he couldn't control it now.

"Do you want to kill him? I'll help you~" A melodious female voice sounded, breaking the dispute between Li Xiuwen and the demon.

Li Xiuwen, who was meditating, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked vigilantly at the inn room where there was obviously no one else.

The sword on the side was quickly unsheathed, and the sharp sword energy cut off the mosquito net on the left side of the bed, "Who?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can help you." The voice seemed to come from outside the inn, but also seemed to come from the depths of his heart. Li Xiuwen suddenly covered his heart, his face covered with cold sweat.

Another voice in his mind reappeared, directly hitting Li Xiuwen's secret and dark thoughts, "As long as Wen Renyun dies, everything will belong to you."

"Isn't it just right for someone to help you now?"

"How can I believe you?!" Even though he knew he shouldn't, Li Xiuwen couldn't help but open his mouth.

The surrounding air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and a tightly-closed carved wooden box suddenly appeared on the empty table. The whole body of the wooden box was pitch black, and many monsters of different shapes were carved on it.

At the same moment when the box fell into Li Xiuwen's sight, the female voice said softly, "Hehe~ I will help you eradicate the demon cultivator who did evil this time. You just need to find a way to make this box as close as possible to Wen Renyun."

"As for when to kill him, I will naturally contact you."

The voice disappeared all of a sudden, no matter how Li Xiuwen called the other party, it never appeared again.

As for the wooden box on the table, he tried several times and found that he couldn't open it, so he put it into a storage bag separately.

When he saw the top-grade storage bag in his hand, he suddenly remembered the top-grade storage ring given to Wen Renyun by the master not long ago.

It is said that the master found it in a spiritual realm after the fall of the ancient power. Not only can it preserve items, but it can even make friends with the other party directly in the fairy palace after having a Taoist companion. Ten times that of other places in the outside world!

Thinking of this, Li Xiuwen's originally slightly shaken mind became firmer.

When he saw how grateful the people in the town were to him the next day, he began to think about how to properly place the wooden box.

Different from Li Xiuwen's dark thoughts, Wen Renyun did not forget to feed the little grass in his bedroom with blood while practicing every day.

Yes, since Wen Renyun successfully entered the Nascent Soul stage three years ago, he cut his own wrist to feed Mu Feng with blood every day.

It is said that this is the method he found in the Library Pavilion - by feeding the powerful blood that has entered the Nascent Soul stage, the time for the spiritual plant to transform can be greatly shortened.

Originally, it was recorded that the spiritual consciousness had been born, and the spiritual plant could successfully transform into form only after three years of daily feeding, but Wen Renyun couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the little guy with buds on his table.

I thought it was just an ordinary spiritual plant with spiritual consciousness, but I didn't expect it to be the extremely precious wind spirit grass.

"You, I also attributed the reason why I was able to wash my tendons, cut my marrow and form an alchemy back then to the reason of that secret realm, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Although it was meant to be a bit of a complaint, Wen Renyun was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and his whole person was gentle and soft visible to the naked eye.

As if responding to the other party, Mu Feng shook the slightly blooming flower bud, stretched out a leaf to hook Wen Renyun's hand, and then gently touched the other party's wrist.

Compared with the previous "look" which could only use the spiritual sense to detect the shape of the object, now Mu Feng can directly see the other party's soul in addition to the specific appearance.

Just like the Wen Renyun in front of him now, in Mu Feng's eyes, it was a human figure about 1.9 meters tall exuding pale golden soul power.

After all, there are restrictions of laws. Before the wind spirit grass has successfully bloomed and transformed into form, the clearest thing that can be seen is to see the other party's soul directly like this now.

Of course, dead objects without the slightest aura, such as tables and chairs, or ordinary vegetation can be seen directly as ordinary people.

That's why at this moment it can easily see Wen Renyun, and the way the other party's soul power on his wrist has faded because of feeding him blood.

"My lord, why did you waste so much blood on this unknown weed?"

The new disciple on Yunmu Peak has dual spiritual roots, and he is also a guy who extremely worships Wen Renyun.

So he volunteered to give up the opportunity to become a disciple of other inner sects in other peaks, willing to come to Yunmu Peak to be a Sansao disciple, just to serve Wen Renyun.

Originally, Wen Renyun was a very talented but hard-working image in his heart, but after he came, he realized that the other party actually spent a lot of time on taking care of this weed!

Especially when he saw that His Majesty fed the weed with essence and blood every day regardless of his physical condition, he couldn't wait to throw it away.

But it's a pity, let alone throwing it away, His Majesty won't even let him touch this thing.

It was not the first time that the other party said this. Although Wen Renyun knew that he did not mean anything malicious, he still couldn't help feeling annoyed.

But it's not easy to find such an attendant who suits his heart and doesn't have other careful considerations. What's more, he will be invited to participate in the Xianmen Grand Competition in a few days, and there will be no one to take care of Mu Feng.

After thinking for a while, Wen Renyun stretched out his hand to remove the blindfold he had put on Mu Feng's surroundings, and the true face of Feng Lingcao was revealed in front of Wen Lin's eyes.

"This..." He was surprised for a long time, and then he said in a daze about the effect of the wind spirit grass that he saw in the library.

Seeing that His Majesty didn't point out anything inappropriate, he asked in a daze, "Is there someone who wants to be resurrected, Your Majesty?"

At first he thought the words were nothing, but he clearly saw His Majesty frowned, and the Wind Spirit Grass wrapped its buds with leaves all at once.

Just as he was about to apologize, his lord waved his hand to signal him to go out. Wen Linzhi had no choice but to take back the words that came to his lips, and bowed to leave.

"Mu Feng, Mu Feng, you need to transform quickly... After all, I don't know how long I can wait for you..."

Wen Renyun's voice sounded like a sigh or a murmur in the silent room. After hearing this, Mu Feng let go of the leaves that were tightly wrapped around the buds, and then grabbed Wen Renyun's fingers.

He knew that the other party was not treating him so well just to revive someone.

After all, no matter whether he was rescued because of a slight fluctuation of the survival spiritual sense at the beginning, or he was looking for a way to make him transform as soon as possible, it was not based on his Fenglingcaozhen.

And, more importantly, Wen Renyun discovered that he was not an ordinary weed on the side of the road, but Fenglingcao after he drank the opponent's blood essence and formed flower buds.

So, I was really lucky to meet him!

Thinking in this way, the blade stretched out by Mu Feng gently slid across Wen Renyun's fingertips, reaching into the other's palm, and then Wen Renyun held it.

Obviously neither of them opened their mouths, but they seemed to understand what the other was trying to express.

One made up his mind to speed up his cultivation and strive to transform into form as soon as possible, and the other secretly decided to go to Lingyun Lake again.