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"No, no matter what causes my aptitude to become so poor, I cannot give up cultivating immortality," Yan Qingyang firmly muttered as she stood inside the pavilion and looked down at the rippling waves.

She had been back for several days and quickly accepted the reality, but she did not give up.

In her previous life, Luo Hsing also had this talent, but in the end, didn't she also look down on the deities?

However, in his previous life, Luo Hsing had led him to Yunhua Sect but now, he had not guided her at all.

Since that was the case, he would think of a way.

Suddenly, an idea came to Yan Qingyang's mind. If she guessed correctly, Yu Ping should be nearby at this time.

In his previous life, a Devil Cultivator appeared near the Moyang City and took away many children for cultivation in the Devil Arts.

This world was originally a world of demons and immortals, but five hundred years ago, during the Great Immortal War, almost all the Devil Cultivator were slaughtered, and the rest of the Devil Cultivator retreated to the Demon Area, not daring to come out.

The Devil Clan was already at a disadvantage. If the Devil Cultivator s were to be discovered, the Yunhua Sect as well as the various large sects would all take action and kill them.

Yu Ping had chased this Devil Cultivator for a long time but lost him near the Moyang City. In the end, she had found many geniuses, but by that time, many children had already been killed.

Yan Qingyang had heard of it from someone before, so she knew where the Devil Cultivator was hiding. She was already quite familiar with the vicinity of the Moyang City. Now, all he had to do was find Master Yu Ping and tell her this information.

It shouldn't be a problem for her to help Yu Ping and let her bring him back to the Yunhua Sect.

When Yu Ping chased after Devil Cultivator, she had once appeared in the vicinity of the biggest restaurant in the Moyang City.

After she thought this through, Yan Qingyang did not delay any longer. She simply packed up and arrived at the restaurant with the largest Moyang City — — Informative Tavern.

The Yan Family was in the east side of the city while the Wise Tower was in the west side.

Yan Qingyang was sitting under a small tree in front of the Hall of Knowledge, her eyes scanning the area from time to time.

It was midsummer and there was no wind, so Yan Qingyang didn't feel anything in the morning. By noon, the heat was unbearable and there were fewer pedestrians on the streets. Yan Qingyang was already sweating and forgot to bring water.

Once again, she raised her head and scanned her surroundings. Suddenly, she discovered a white-clothed youth sitting on the roof of a restaurant opposite her. He was looking at her with a smile.

The young man was extremely handsome. He had a small jade gourd in one hand, and a chicken leg in the other. He drank a mouthful of wine and ate a mouthful of chicken leg. He looked extremely satisfied.

It was clearly noon, but there was not a trace of sweat on the youth's face. His bearing was relaxed, as if he was not under the blazing sun, but instead in the green bamboo forest, under the gentle breeze.

When the youth saw Yan Qingshuang look at him, he took another sip of wine and waved the gourd towards her with a smile.

As he raised the gourd, he waved his sleeve, revealing a jade token at his waist.

Yan Qingshuang's face immediately darkened. She recognized who this person was.

His name was Ling Jiuxiao, and he was the senior direct disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect Sect Master, as well as the leader of the new generation of Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples.

In his previous life, Luo Hsing got to know Ling Jiuxiao during her experiential learning, and the two became very good friends.

Saying that she could topple a city with one look, it wouldn't be too excessive for Gu Qing Ren at all. After her aptitude improved, her cultivation increased by leaps and bounds, and she also understood the path of a person. There were even many disciples from the Yunhua Sect and other sects who admired her.

Ling Jiuxiao didn't admire her, but he took her as a close friend.

Therefore, the moment Yan Qingyang saw him, her face darkened. She couldn't help but gouge out his eyes a few times before turning around.

Ling Jiuxiao almost laughed out loud as he became more interested in the girl under the tree.

From the looks of it, she was clearly a person of luxurious clothing, but now, she was wearing a beggar's uniform, staying under the sun. From the look of it, she was clearly a person of luxurious clothing, but now, she was wearing a beggar's uniform, staying under the sun, she was not begging at all.

The little girl had been there since early morning. It was almost noon, and she was probably hungry by now.

Ling Jiuxiao looked at it for a while longer and chuckled. He flew out of the restaurant and arrived in front of Yan Qingyang.

"Little girl, why don't you eat a chicken leg?" Ling Jiuxiao smiled as he reached out the drumstick in his hand in front of Yan Qingyang.

Yan Qingyang raised her head and looked at Ling Jiuxiao, who had a strange smile on his face, and then looked at the golden yellow chicken drumstick that was filled with fat.

The chicken leg was still warm and the fragrance immediately rushed into his nose.

Yan Qingyang glared at Ling Jiuxiao without any hesitation, snatched the chicken leg away and started chewing it.

Although Ling Jiuxiao was Luo Hsing's confidant, he was a cool and open person. At this time, he was probably bored and was a little interested in her. Chicken leg, he had to eat it for free before he could continue waiting after he was full.

Yan Qingyang took a few big bites of the chicken leg and finally raised her head to look at Ling Jiuxiao.

"Do you have water?" Yan Qingyang said bluntly.

Ling Jiuxiao smiled as he took out a water bag and handed it to Yan Qingyang. He handed it to her and suddenly took it back and said mockingly, "Hey, little girl, I've drunk this water before, do you mind?"

Yan Qingyang choked, she grabbed the water bag and gulped down a few mouthfuls, rolled her eyes at Ling Jiuxiao and said, "Uncle, are you teasing me? I am only ten years old! "

Ling Jiuxiao was shocked for a moment and then laughed out loud.

Although he looked like a teenager, he was still in his twenties due to his early Foundation Establishment.

"Little girl, I think you're quite interesting. How about you follow me back to the mountain?" Ling Jiuxiao's eyes flashed as he asked.

Returning to the mountain, returning to Lingxiao Sword Sect? He was teasing her, but if he had the idea, she would have been able to follow him.

It wouldn't be bad if she could reach Lingxiao Sword Sect, but there were still many people in Yunhua Sect that she missed, such as Senior Sister Ruan Yuan or …

Yu Ping should be here today, as long as he can help her find the Devil Cultivator, he would be able to enter the Cloudflower Sword Sect.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingyang shook her head.

Ling Jiuxiao looked at Yan Qingyang again with a profound look. Yan Qingyang had clearly been tempted just now, but she shook her head instead. Could it be... Was she waiting for someone?

Could it be … She knew what it meant to return to the mountain.

Ling Jiuxiao teased Yan Qingyang for a while longer, but Yan Qingyang ignored him. Ling Jiuxiao was bored to death, so he returned to the roof to drink for a while. Not long after, he left.

Yan Qingyang ate the chicken leg and drank the water before continuing to wait.

However, until the sun had set, she still had not seen Sage Yu Ping.

Yan Qingyang panicked a little. After her rebirth, her aptitude had deteriorated. Could there be other variables?

What if Spiritual Master Yu Ping doesn't come? How could I go to the Yunhua Sect? Now that Ling Jiuxiao had left, even Lingxiao Sword Sect would not be able to go.

Yan Qingyang wiped off her sweat and stood up, stamping her numb feet.

"Swish!" With a light sound, a beautiful girl dressed in green clothes appeared on top of the Witch Cooperation Tower.

"Have any of you seen this person before?" With a swoosh, the green-clad woman neatly opened a painting.