Feng Jueyu was quite happy to be valued by Yun Moxian and invited to join Xiaoxiang Academy.
After all, I have no foundation in the Ming Ling Secret Realm, and there is Yan Zhen who keeps causing trouble for me.
Yun Moxian is in charge of the Xiaoxiang Academy. This person seems to be cold and inhumane, but he is actually very kind to his subordinates. Junzixuan is a precedent.
Having such a master is much better than the Ming Ling Secret Realm without any foundation.
Moreover, the Xiaoxiang Secret Realm and the Mingling Secret Realm where the Xiaoxiang Academy is located are both Heavenly Sword Immortal Realm secret realms. You can also learn the Sword Intent Realm in the Xiaoxiang Secret Realm, so joining the Xiaoxiang Academy is currently the best choice.
Feng Jueyu agreed, and Yun Moxian also smiled, secretly saying that he was sensible enough.
Feng Jueyu thought that Yun Moxian couldn't smile, but suddenly saw the corner of her cherry lips rising slightly and the corners of her eyes slightly curved, and she was immediately fascinated by that beautiful smile again.
If this guy didn't look coldly at everyone with a serious look every day, let alone, she really has the potential to be a fairy.
No, she looks a hundred times more charming than a goblin, and I don’t know that the men in Xiaoxiang courtyard can endure it.
The two of them walked and chatted, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in the Ming Ling Secret Realm. After Yun Moxian sent him to the place, he suddenly warned: "By the way, you must not tell anyone about your trip to the Night Demon Realm to kill Pei Yang.
, even if anyone asks, just pretend not to know."
After hearing this, Feng Jueyu was suspicious and said, "Why?"
Yun Moxian said angrily: "I just finished praising you for being smart and clever, how could you lose your mind for such a short time?"
"Then what is Pei Yang's identity? Have you forgotten?"
Feng Jueyu was enlightened, yes, Pei Yang is the only son of the Seven Finger Demon King and Li Miaoxian of the Red Smoke Sect. The Seven Finger Demon King is in the Night Demon Realm, so he will not cause trouble for him in the Spirit Realm.
But is there another Li Miaoxian in the spirit world?
Although Li Miaoxian had an affair with a demon thief and was shameless in the spirit world, his cultivation was unfathomable and he was still valued by the Red Smoke Sect.
If anyone knew that he had killed Pei Yang, Li Miaoxian would have to kill him.
Li Miaoxian, who can be a Taoist companion with the Seven Finger Demon King, is believed to be no worse than Yun Moxian in terms of strength.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu patted his forehead and said: "I'm confused, I'm really confused, I will bear this in my heart."
He didn't see it, and when he was about to bow down to express his gratitude, the corners of Yun Moxian's mouth slightly raised.
When he stood up, Yun Moxian said: "You go back first, I will come back later."
Feng Jueyu responded, suddenly thought of something, and stopped him: "Uncle Yun, wait a moment."
"What else?"
Feng Jueyu said: "Master Qiyun, this disciple was assigned to go to the Night Demon Realm with a mission, but he never thought that he would encounter Pei Yang on the way. Disciple...disciple..."
It was a little hard for him to say it. The reason was that Yan Zhen asked him to go to the Night Demon Realm to kill a hundred thousand demon souls and bring them back. But he had been there for ten thousand years and spent almost all of his time cultivating the True Sword Intent Realm. How could he have the time to kill the Night Demon Realm?
Demon.
As of now, I only have less than 10,000 demon souls in my hand, so how can I go back and do business?
If he can't pay the job, Yan Zhen will probably have to make things difficult for him.
Although his strength is not bad now, the Tiangang Sect has strict rules, and he will not ignore his mission just because he spends all his time practicing swordsmanship.
Yun Moxian Bingxue was smart and understood immediately. She took out a demon soul bag and said, "There are 110,000 demon souls here. You can take it."
After saying that, Yun Moxian sacrificed Rainbow Lingluo and flew away on tiptoe.
"What a great Uncle Yun, so heroic."
With this magic soul bag, Feng Jueyu was afraid that he would not be able to make a good deal.
He happily took out the extra demon souls inside and threw them to Danlu for him to practice with. He put the rest in a bag and went to look for Yan Zhen.
Half an hour later, Feng Jueyu found Yan Zhen and handed over one hundred thousand demon souls.
Feng Jueyu was still worried whether Yan Zhen would make things difficult for him again, but in fact he was overthinking it.
After thousands of years, Yan Zhen has long forgotten who he is.
In fact, not only him, but all the low-level disciples of the Tiangang Sect are usually sent to fight in the Night Demon Realm, and each person's mission is to obtain one hundred thousand demon souls.
During this period, very few people survived.
As a steward of the Ming Ling Secret Realm, how could Yan Zhen remember everyone? He had already forgotten Feng Jueyu.
Seeing that Feng Jueyu had handed over the demon soul bag and that the quantity in it was still sufficient, Yan Zhen took out a jade slip and recorded: "Where are you from the Ming Ling Secret Realm? Please tell me your name."
When Feng Jueyu heard this, he actually forgot about him. If he took the initiative to report his name, would it make him think of it?
At this time, the idea of giving a false name came to his mind, but when he thought that giving a false name would affect his achievements, he gave up the idea.
"Back to senior brother, disciple Feng Jueyu!"
"What three words?"
Yan Zhen asked smoothly, but after asking, he suddenly felt that the name was a bit familiar: "Why do you seem to have heard it somewhere?"
Feng Jueyu sweated on his forehead and said quickly: "The disciple is just a small low-level disciple in the secret realm. It has been less than 20,000 years since he joined the Tiangang Sect. How does the senior brother actually remember the disciple?"
Yan Zhen thought for a while: "Oh, could it be that the mission of going to the Night Demon Realm to collect demon souls came from here?"
He still didn't remember it.
Feng Jueyu was overjoyed, and thought in his mind to finish the task as quickly as possible and stay as far away as possible. As long as he stayed up until tomorrow, Yun Moxian would probably be able to take him away.
So he nodded and said, "Senior brother, you really have a good memory."
This little flattery was very helpful to Yan Zhen, and he immediately recorded his achievements with a wave of his finger.
Then, just as he was about to say something, he saw a pretty girl walking out of the teleportation pavilion in front of her. She was wearing a moon-white dress, and her appearance was as beautiful as a fairy.
Feng Jueyu had a good memory and recognized the person at a glance as Sheng Yue from Xiaoxiangyuan, because Junzixuan had entrusted her to send him to the secret realm of Ming Ling.
"Yan Zhen!"
"Uncle Shengyue!"
Yan Zhen saw Sheng Yue and quickly handed over her hand.
Sheng Yue hummed and said: "Xiaoxiang Courtyard is in short supply of Bright Spirit Immortal Grass recently. Let me tell you to prepare some and send them to Xiaoxiang Courtyard tomorrow. My Realm Master returns today and I think I can use them later.
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After hearing this, Yan Zhen nodded quickly: "Uncle Master asked me, Yan Zhen doesn't dare to be vague, I will order people to prepare."
As he spoke, Yan Zhen waved his hand towards Feng Jueyu and said, "You go first, I still have important things to do."
"yes."
Feng Jueyu turned around.
At this moment, Sheng Yue, who had not seen him at first, exclaimed: "Huh? Is it you?"
In the past, Junzixuan asked Sheng Yue to send Feng Jueyu to the Mingling Secret Realm. Sheng Yue knew that Feng Jueyu was from the Western Realm and treated him coldly.
Now that Sheng Yue recognized him, Feng Jueyu suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Sure enough, Yan Zhen saw that Sheng Yue recognized him and asked, "Uncle Master, do you know this person?"
Sheng Yue snorted: "Have you forgotten? Ten thousand years ago, after Uncle Jun came back from an encounter, it was Uncle Jun who asked me to hand him over to you."
"But this person is from the Western Realm. In order to curry favor with Master Jun Jun, you still sent him to a secret realm to practice swordsmanship without any achievements?"
"You came to see me later and forgot about me so quickly?"
Yan Zhen originally didn't remember who Feng Jueyu was, but after Sheng Yue reminded him, he remembered that he had treated this boy like a nobleman back then, and later made Sheng Yue scold him when he went to ask for credit.
This time, Yan Zhen finally recalled it.
He immediately became furious: "I said your name sounds so familiar to me? So it's you?"
"No, the last time I asked you to go to the Night Demon Realm was probably ten thousand years ago. It actually took you ten thousand years to collect one hundred thousand demon souls. You, you still dare to come here to claim credit?"
"Bold and crazy, you can deceive those above and below."
Yan Zhen's chest heaved with anger, and it looked like he almost hated Feng Jueyu.
Feng Jueyu, on the other hand, wanted to kick Shengyue in the face. Yan Zhen had completely forgotten about him, but this little bitch reminded Yan Zhen of her. How unlucky was she to step on the horse?
Yan Zhen shouted: "Tell me, what have you been doing these ten thousand years? If you don't kill the enemy properly, you will wander outside for ten thousand years before coming back."
"One hundred thousand demon souls. It took you ten thousand years to kill ten night demons in one year. It's simply shameful."
Killing ten people a year is really not... much for the soldiers on the battlefield where the two worlds are fighting.
Not only is there not much, there is no work at all.
After hearing this, Feng Jueyu was very angry and said without even thinking about it: "Back to senior brother, when you accepted the mission in the past, you never said there was a time limit. You only said that the disciples could collect one hundred thousand demon souls. I have already
I have collected 100,000 demon souls, why do I still need to be blamed?"
"You... still dare to quibble!"
Yan Zhen was stunned after hearing this. He did not say that there was a time limit at the beginning. So Feng Jueyu was right to say that it would take him not only ten thousand years to collect one hundred thousand demon souls, but one hundred thousand years to collect them.
But the fact is that people who go to the Night Demon Realm will try their best to collect demon souls as quickly as possible in order to leave there.
There is no one like Feng Jueyu who collected 100,000 demon souls in 10,000 years, which is too few.
This is the first of its kind.
Yan Zhen was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. Sheng Yue also looked down upon him and hummed: "Yan Zhen, you disciples of the Ming Ling Secret Realm are so unruly that you actually contradicted your senior brother. What kind of crime should be punished?"
Yan Zhen's eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you, uncle, for reminding me."
Then he turned around and said: "If you contradict your senior brother, you will be demoted to a miscellaneous disciple according to the sect's rules and go to the Abandoned Spirit Realm to do hard labor for 30,000 years."
"What? Hard labor?"
Feng Jueyu didn't think anything at first, but at first glance, he was a little confused.
This bastard is a bit too bullying.
Just as he was thinking about it, Yan Zhen waved his hand, and a pair of cuffs appeared on Feng Jueyu's hands.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became excited, and wanted to break the cuffs, but for some reason, his true power disappeared, and he tried his best to break the cuffs, but he couldn't break it.
What kind of artifact is this?
Yan Zhen saw his grinning look and said with a sinister smile: "This is a magic cuff used for hard labor. It was refined by the Tiangang weapon master of the Abandoned Spirit Realm. It is specially designed to deal with you disobedient and naughty disciples. What else do you want?"
Break away, dream, someone will come."
Yan Zhen waved his hand, and two low-level disciples ran over, and then took him away from the teleportation booth.
Half an hour later, Feng Jueyu came to a valley where broken artifacts, debris, and collapsed heavenly materials and earthly treasures were piled up everywhere.
The two disciples left him there and left.
Feng Jueyu looked around and found that there were only dozens of disciples nearby who were moving and picking up the rags and rubbish all over the ground.