"Hey, it's up to Fairy Leng whether you want to marry or not."

The monk surnamed Qin became so angry that he slapped his storage bag, and two golden elixir stage puppet maids flew out from the storage bag.

The two maids couldn't help but restrain Leng Qingyue and said: "I will wash and dress up for the fairy. Tonight, I will go to the hall with the head of Qin to get married."

The two puppet ladies spoke human words, but their voices were very mechanical and they spoke word by word.

Just as Leng Qingyue was about to resist, a white rope flew out from the monk surnamed Qin. As soon as the white rope touched Leng Qingyue, it flew into her body and disappeared.

Then Leng Qingyue was unable to move, and could only look at the monk surnamed Qin coldly with her eyes.

"Qin will come to marry Fairy Leng tonight. You should wash and dress up for Fairy Leng and prepare the wedding room. Tonight, Qin will have a bridal chamber with Fairy Leng."

The monk surnamed Qin said expressionlessly.

Su Yi was startled when he heard this. He saw all the domineering behavior of the monk surnamed Qin.

But he could only watch helplessly as the two puppet maids took Leng Qingyue away.

"Tonight is Mr. Qin's happy day, all fellow Taoists must come and have a glass of wedding wine."

The monk surnamed Qin finished speaking and walked away.

Su Yi walked silently to a disciple's room next to the main hall.

He knew that his abilities were low and he was far from a match for the monk surnamed Qin, a monk with great supernatural powers in the late Nascent Soul stage.

But he couldn't do it if he had to watch the deserted moon sheep enter the tiger's mouth.

At this time, Su Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to connect the purple-green thunder sword in his body.

This sword had just recovered and destroyed a top-level magic weapon belonging to the monk surnamed Qin.

If Su Yi can control this purple-green thunder sword, even for just a quarter of an hour, then he will have a chance to leave this place with Leng Qingyue.

Relying on Leng Qingyue's spiritual boat obtained from Kunwu Immortal Mountain, she may not be able to escape from the clutches of the monk surnamed Qin.

Thinking like this, Su Yi closed his eyes and began to use his mind to connect the purple and blue thunder sword in his body.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a knock on the door outside.

Su Yi sighed and said, "Who is it? I have something important to do with Su."

"It's the old man. The old man is specially ordered by the future head's wife to take Mr. Su to see Miss Leng."

The monk surnamed Wang shouted outside the door.

"Oh? Miss Leng wants to see me?"

Su Yi murmured and sighed at the same time.

The Purple Green Thunder Sword in his body was ethereal, and no matter what method he used, he could not communicate with it.

I'm afraid that as the monk surnamed Qin said, this sword is only temporarily stored in his body.

"Hey, Fairy Leng wanted to see her little lover again before getting married, so she asked Wang to come to Mr. Su."

The monk surnamed Wang said with a smile outside the house.

"Little lover..."

Su Yi touched his nose and thought: "It's probably Miss Leng who has placed her hope in me, hoping that I can lead her to save her from the fire and water! It's a pity... I have to let her down."

Having said that, Su Yi decided to go see Leng Qingyue.

"Su will open the door right now. Please wait for a moment, Senior Wang."

Su Yi stood up slowly, opened the door, and followed the monk surnamed Wang out.

The two came to a small palace.

This small palace seemed to have been tidied up just now. Not only was the bronze door polished until it sparkled.

There are even two pairs of red lanterns hanging in front of the door.

On the red lantern, there is a big word "happiness" written on it.

Su Yi glanced at the word "happiness" and walked into the palace.

The palace was unexpectedly lively. Countless servants and maids were cleaning the palace. Everywhere in the palace was decorated with lanterns and red lanterns with happy words written on them.

These servants and maids are all puppets.

It seems that the monk named Qin is quite proficient in the art of puppetry.

"Here we are, this is the room."

When Su Yi was about to enter the room, the monk surnamed Wang said with a smile: "Wang, please warn Mr. Su. The head of Qin only let Mr. Su in to talk to Fairy Leng."

"Master Su, please don't do anything that goes beyond your limits. Otherwise, the head of Qin will not let Master Su off easily."

Su Yi did not answer, but opened the door with the word "happy" written on it and walked in.

As soon as you enter the house, you will be greeted by a faint fragrance.

I saw two big red candles burning on the table in the middle of the room.

The silver mirror on the dressing table in front of the window reflected Leng Qingyue's beautiful face.

I saw her wearing a bright red wedding dress, a phoenix crown on her head, and a beautiful and refined face that looked even more bright and charming under the faint candlelight.

After Su Yi entered the room, he was not polite and sat directly on the stool next to the red candle.

"Mr. Su, I didn't expect that I would face Mr. Su like this."

Leng Qingyue smiled bitterly.

"Miss Leng, Su Mou feels very strange. Why does the monk surnamed Qin insist on marrying Miss Leng, and why must he marry her at this time and here?"

"I know that Miss Leng is unparalleled in beauty, but Kunwu Immortal Mountain is full of dangers. I thought that the monk surnamed Qin would not know this."

"Getting married in such a dangerous place, I think if Master Qin was sane, he would definitely not do such a stupid thing."

Su Yi said calmly.

This was said so that the monk surnamed Wang who was watching outside could hear it, and even more so that the monk surnamed Qin could hear it.

Su Yi could feel that since he entered the room, the entire room was enveloped in the huge spiritual consciousness of the monk surnamed Qin.

"I wonder if Mr. Su has ever heard of the Dianfeng Peiyuan Gong?"

Leng Qingyue suddenly asked.

"Dianfeng Peiyuan Gong? I apologize for Su's limited knowledge, but Su has never heard of this technique."

Su Yi replied.

"Dianfeng Peiyuan Gong is a method that can be practiced by female cultivators who are still virgins. When the female cultivator becomes more powerful, the male cultivator can use the secret technique to seize the female cultivator's Yuan Yin.

The secret to breaking through bottlenecks.”

Leng Qingyue said with a blushing face.

Saying this, it solved Su Yi's doubts.

No wonder the monk surnamed Qin just said that he wanted to break through the divine transformation stage, but at the same time he was eager to forcefully marry Leng Qingyue.

It turns out that the techniques practiced by Leng Qingyue can allow male cultivators to break through their bottlenecks, but they must seize Leng Qingyue's Yuan Yin.

Needless to say, this technique must have been practiced by King Fu so that Leng Qingyue could easily break through the bottleneck when he breaks through the stage of becoming a god.

"Then that day..."

Su Yi asked.

Before he finished speaking, Leng Qingyue interrupted Su Yi and said, "It was just King Fu's whim that day and he just wanted to tease Mr. Su."

"Although the outside world knows that I am the number one courtesan in Kyoto during the Jin Dynasty, I am still in perfect condition. If you don't believe me, you can take a look at something like this."

Saying that, Leng Qingyue rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and slender wrists.

There, there is a red dot. This red dot is the legendary Gonggong Sand.

Su Yi was quite disappointed when he saw this palace guard sand.

I originally thought something had happened between me and Miss Leng, but in the end nothing happened.

Leng Qingyue sighed and said: "To be honest with Mr. Su, what I practice is a technique called Tianfeng Peiyuan Gong."

"This technique must be practiced by virgin female cultivators with wind spirit roots. The practice starts from the Qi refining period. Of course, the effect of helping male cultivators break through bottlenecks is far superior to the Dianfeng Peiyuan Gong."

Speaking of this, Leng Qingyue sighed again: "I don't know why, Head Qin saw that I have practiced this skill."

"The important thing is that I have lost my Yuan Yin body. If Prince Fu blames me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save the lives of the hundreds of female cultivators in my sect."

Su Yi was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that the relationship between Leng Qingyue and King Fu was so complicated.

King Fu seemed to have grasped some of Leng Qingyue's weaknesses and made Leng Qingyue obey his orders.

"Miss Leng, Mr. Su has shared weal and woe with Ms. Leng. As long as Ms. Leng opens her mouth, Mr. Su will not hesitate to do anything."

Su Yi heard the cry for help in Leng Qingyue's words, pondered for a moment and then spoke.

Originally, he wouldn't be able to live long because of the ghostly energy entering his body.

Thanks to Leng Qingyue's discovery of the Ghost Spirit Sect's cultivation secrets, she was lucky enough to survive and practice all the way to the late Golden Elixir stage.

Along the way, several times thanks to Leng Qingyue's help, if it weren't for Leng Qingyue, Su Yi would have died long ago.

Hearing this, Leng Qingyue's eyes lit up and she said: "I called Mr. Su here this time because I want Mr. Su to take me and escape from here and fly far away."

Before Su Yi could respond, a human face suddenly appeared on the marble floor in the room.
Chapter completed!