A useless start: seducing the demon king, controlling the divine beast, and torturing the crazy vill

Before leaving, Yan Shuyue was forced to pack a lot of food that was good for her.

Even the flowers, plants, vegetables and rice planted in the fenced courtyard were not left behind.

When she returned, she was sent back by the spirit crane specially sent by the Holy Lord, and she lived on the mountainside of the Holy Lord's mountain.

It is a very exquisite elegant garden with pleasant scenery.

Yan Shuyue asked Xiao Kunpeng to check the surroundings to make sure there were no strange formations or other things before she settled down with peace of mind.

'I can't tell that your master is quite interested in you. Doesn't he have anything to do with your mother?Or is he your biological father you have never met? '

Little Kunpeng didn't know yet that he hit the nail on the head.

After slowly floating out, it fell into the teacup on the table, and she directed Yan Shuyue to pour a cup of spiritual spring water for it to soak in.

"I don't know. Anyway, I will soon break through to the Spirit King realm. After passing the test on the 12th floor of the Chaos Demon Suppression Tower, I will naturally know who my biological father is."

It's not that Yan Shuyue has not guessed it, but the situation is unclear now, and the strength of the Holy Lord and the power of the temple are not something she can deal with casually.

If you guess wrong, the consequences are unknown.

So what she has to do now is to secretly figure out what the Holy Lord's intentions are for her, and also to improve her strength as soon as possible.

"By the way, Master, can you speak now?"

Yan Shuyue suddenly remembered her master in the coffin and quickly greeted him.

The man's lazy voice sounded in her mind: 'It's just a sound transmission from the spiritual consciousness, the body is dead and cannot speak. '

Yan Shuyue asked doubtfully: "Master, why didn't you use spiritual consciousness to transmit sounds before?"

The man said ruthlessly: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." '

Yan Shuyue's mouth twitched: "..."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

The man paused, seeming to finally realize that what he just said seemed too straightforward.

Then the bell in the coffin rang loudly, and a lot of spiritual stones were thrown out.

"My master thinks that it doesn't matter whether you speak or not. It's important to talk to you the way you like. Disciple, do you think that's right?"

"Correct!"

Yan Shuyue immediately smiled: "Master really understands me, my disciple!"

She neatly put away the pile of spiritual stones, changed the subject and said, "By the way, Master, it's the matter of the Holy Lord accepting me as his disciple..."

'It doesn't matter, he and you are not master-disciple. '

Yan Shuyue was surprised: "Then what kind of fate does he have with me?"

The man said: 'You will know about this later, but it will do you no good to know now. '

When Yan Shuyue heard this, she was too sensible and didn't ask any further questions.

But there was one thing she still wanted to confirm first.

"Master, you told me before that the Holy Lord's strength is in the realm of divine transformation. How strong is this realm? Judging from all the cards I have now, if he wants to attack me, I can somewhat escape. possible?"

The man said calmly: '[-] percent possible. '

Yan Shuyue was suddenly a little surprised, "So high? Is it possible for me to escape even if my strength is at the level of the Transformation God?"

She originally thought it might only be two or three points.

Unexpectedly, the man said unceremoniously: "You are zero, being a teacher is the five points." '

Yan Shuyue: "...Okay." This result seemed to be expected.

But she didn't expect that the master's strength seemed to be a bit unusual.

There is actually a [-]% chance of facing the strongest man in Tianlan Continent.

Although it is possible to escape, if it were another Spirit King or someone below the Spirit King realm, let alone escape, he would probably die with one move.

As if he had seen through what she was thinking, the man snorted coldly and said disdainfully: 'If he hadn't died early for his teacher and thought of his strength before he was alive, even if you stepped on his head and shit, he wouldn't be able to move you at all. '

Yan Shuyue: "..."

I know you are very powerful, but there is no need to use metaphors like this.

While soaking in the spiritual spring water, little Kunpeng, who was a little swaying, couldn't help but interject: "But your current strength is probably not even one-tenth of what it was when you were alive, right?" '

Snapped!
The tea cup under Xiao Kunpeng suddenly broke into pieces.

Then, a man's voice came: "Disciple, don't worry, even if my master's current strength is not even one-tenth of what he was when he was alive, he can still protect you. It's not like a certain person whose body has grown." A small bird fish. '

Xiao Kunpeng: '? ? ? '

Depend on!
Who is the little bird fish? !

Who says he can’t grow up? !
Why is this hateful man so petty? !
Didn't it just tell the truth? Why did it go out of its way to poke the fish's sore spot?
What an annoyance to the fish!

Little Kunpeng was so angry that his body almost bulged.

Yan Shuyue quickly got a tea cup for it, made another cup of spiritual spring water, put it in and soaked it to relieve the fire.

'Alright disciple, your spiritual power has now become a reality. What you practiced before was just an introduction. Now my master will teach you a unique skill. You should become familiar with it as soon as possible. '

After the man finished speaking, a burst of spiritual power instantly entered Yan Shuyue's mind.

Yan Shuyue was still conscious, but under the control of the man, the mental power in her body quickly turned into countless existences as thin as spider threads, and then shot out to everything in the room like a goddess scattering flowers.

Yan Shuyue could clearly feel that anything touched by her spiritual threads could be destroyed with a single movement of her mind.

What's even more amazing is that when her spiritual power threads touch living creatures, such as flowers, plants and fish, they can even inject spiritual power to control their growth.

Doesn't this mean that as long as it is controlled by the thread of her mental power, life or death can be determined by her thoughts? !
Amazing!
Yan Shuyue's breathing even became a little rapid.

"Master, what's the name of this move?"

The man was obviously very satisfied with her reaction after seeing this move, and said proudly: "This is my master's own unique skill, called Shensi. How about it? Do you like this move?" '

"I like it! Thank you Master for giving me the skills."

Yan Shuyue smiled and nodded repeatedly.

The man hummed and said, "After you learn this trick, no one else in this temple except the elders and the Holy Lord will be your opponent, and you don't have to be too scrupulous about your actions." '

Such thoughtful consideration naturally warmed Yan Shuyue's heart.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely learn this trick as soon as possible."

'Well, after you learn it, you may have to sleep for a while as a teacher. '

Yan Shuyue was stunned by this sudden news and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with Master?" '

The man's tone was a little solemn, and he said: "For some reason, my master has lost control of his soul recently. Perhaps it was because he fell for so long that his soul was damaged." '

Soul damaged?

These somewhat similar symptoms reminded Yan Shuyue of Feng Wuhen inexplicably. (End of chapter)