Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Among them was a petite woman with skin as white as cream and delicate features, who seemed to still have a hint of childishness.

The other woman was tall and charming, and her eyes showed all kinds of charm.

The last woman had a slender figure, smooth black hair, and a pretty and elegant face, but her expression was extremely cold.

At first glance, these three women are equally matched in terms of appearance and cultivation, and it is difficult to tell who is better.

However, the tall woman had extraordinary beautiful features and exuded an indescribable charm in her every move, but her expression was cold as ice.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and the mixture of charm and coldness actually formed a unique charm.

Anyone who looks at her for a few more seconds will be involuntarily attracted to her and unable to look away for a long time.

However, Yan Yun, who had been smiling and silent all the time, trembled violently and his face turned extremely pale after seeing the woman in white palace dress!

"Come on, the three of you, hurry up and offer a glass of wine to all of you Taoist friends. They are honored guests who have come from afar to congratulate us on our wedding."

"Zi Ling, come up there and personally offer a toast to Brother Xiang, Brother Feng, and Fellow Daoist Yan."

When the old man with the wooden crown saw the three women, a bright smile appeared on his face.

He gestured for the tall, stunning woman to come forward and said so.

When the other two women heard the old man's order, they immediately smiled and agreed happily. Then a maid slowly came over with three jade plates in their hands. On each jade plate was a wine pot and several wine glasses.

The two women walked to both sides and started toasting with smiles on their faces.

The monks who were toasted by them naturally did not dare to be negligent and stood up quickly, expressing their gratitude frequently.

The stunning woman named "Zi Ling" did not step forward immediately, but frowned slightly and glanced lightly at Xiang Zhili, Feng Laoguai and others above her.

When her eyes fell on Yan Yun who was sitting nearby, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Mu Ran's eyes. He stared at Yan Yun, unable to move at all.

The beautiful woman's jade-like face was instantly filled with excitement and changed unpredictably. First, she was filled with incredible shock, then turned into ecstasy, and finally seemed a little at a loss...

Seeing this woman's strange reaction, anyone could probably tell that she and Yan Yun were acquaintances and that their relationship was unusual.

The face of the old man in the wooden crown suddenly turned gloomy.

The atmosphere in the hall had unknowingly fallen into silence, and most people looked at this woman and Yan Yun with extremely strange expressions!

"What's going on? Fairy Zi Ling and Fellow Daoist Yan are old friends?"

Hu Qinglei asked, and although his words were soft, they sounded like thunder in Zi Ling's ears.

"That's true. Brother Yan and I are old acquaintances!"

Zi Ling's hazy eyes seemed to wake up at this moment. She quickly withdrew her gaze from Yan Yun and responded with a forced smile.

However, her rising and falling breasts showed that she was extremely excited and could hardly control herself.

"Fairy Zi Ling, it is such a pleasant surprise to meet you here."

Yan Yun touched the tip of his nose, pondered for a moment, and said with a wry smile.

After all, he was an extraordinary person, and he regained his composure in an instant.

"It turns out that Fairy Zi Ling and Fellow Daoist Yan are old friends. That's great."

"Zi Ling, please offer a glass of wine to fellow Daoist Yan Yun first. Once you join my Demon Palace, you must sever all ties with the past. This glass of wine will put an end to the past."

After a moment's silence, Hu Qinglei spoke calmly, as if he didn't care at all about Yan Yun and Zi Ling's past.

Hearing this, Zi Ling's forced smile froze on her face in an instant.

The maid from the Demon Palace immediately handed a tray to Zi Ling. On the tray there was a pot of fine wine and an emerald green wine glass.

Zi Ling lowered her head and glanced at the items on the plate. Her jet-black hair covered most of her face, making it impossible for others to see her expression at the moment.

However, her graceful body was stiff for only a moment before she slowly stretched out a white wrist and gently grasped the handle of the wine jug.

The originally tense atmosphere in the hall was eased by Zi Ling's actions.

The vicious look on the wooden-crowned old man's face also eased.

Yan Yun quietly watched Zi Ling fill a glass with wine that looked as red as rouge, then gently lifted the glass with her slender jade fingers, raised her head slightly, and walked towards him without saying a word.

The strange look on Zi Ling's face had disappeared without a trace, and she returned to her cold and indifferent expression. The way she looked at Yan Yun instantly changed as if she was looking at a stranger.

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth twitched for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Friend Yan, please enjoy this glass of fine wine!"

Zi Ling's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, without any emotion, as if it was just a walking corpse speaking.

When everyone in the hall heard this, they all showed a trace of sympathy.

Yan Yun looked at the wine glass in front of him, but did not reach out to take it immediately. Instead, his eyes followed the wine glass as it moved across the woman's arms and body, and finally landed on her delicate face that looked like a jade carving.

I don't know when my eyes narrowed slightly!

This scene made the atmosphere in the hall, which had just relaxed, tense again.

However, the old man with the wooden crown remained calm this time, and a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Xiang Zhili on the side seemed to sense something, and when he turned to look at Hu Qinglei, his brows slightly frowned. Old Monster Feng looked at the strangeness between Yan Yun and Zi Ling, and just sneered, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking deep in his heart.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators also had different expressions, and most of them were obviously there to watch the show.

Yan Yun stretched out his hand and suddenly took the wine glass from Zi Ling. He raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass.

His action startled everyone present. Hu Qinglei's eyebrows trembled slightly, but then returned to normal.

A complicated look suddenly appeared on Zi Ling's expressionless face. She looked at Yan Yun silently for a moment, then silently took the empty wine glass and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute! According to my observation, Miss Zi Ling seems to have been restricted by someone!"

Just when people thought that the matter would end smoothly due to Hu Qinglei's powerful strength, Yan Yun stated unexpectedly calmly.

Zi Ling, who was about to turn around and walk back, suddenly trembled and stood still as if possessed, as if her lotus feet were nailed to the ground.

The entire majestic hall suddenly became as silent as a dead pool. Everyone held their breath and concentrated involuntarily, fearing that the slightest sound would attract the attention of others.

"Friend Yan, are you too drunk to make a mistake?"

"Please be sure to stay sober, so as not to do anything that you will regret!" Hu Qinglei's face remained calm. He said this after drinking the glass of wine in his hand.

The dissatisfaction in his words was evident.

"Brother Hu, don't worry. Although Yan has drunk a few more cups, his mind is still clear and he is definitely not the kind of person who talks nonsense."

Yan Yun's eyes flickered for a moment, but he smiled calmly without caring.

"Really? Zi Ling, I want to ask you something. Do you think Fellow Daoist Yan is so drunk that he doesn't even know whether he is drunk or not?"

Hu Qinglei glanced down at the hand wearing a scarlet ring, and spoke calmly without raising his head.

When Zi Ling heard this, her expression changed instantly, and her fiery red lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't utter a single word.

Hu Qinglei seemed to sense Zi Ling's inner hesitation and raised his head to look at her.

When everyone present saw the expression of the old man with the wooden crown at this moment, they were all horrified, and an inexplicable fear surged in their hearts.

Because although Hu Lao Mo's complexion was the same as before, there was a layer of faint black mist on his face.

His eyes had unconsciously turned slightly red, flashing with cold light, which was totally unlike the look a human should have.

"Friend Hu, you..."

Xiang Zhili was about to say something, but the cold tone of the old man in the wooden crown immediately interrupted him.

"Even if this Daoist friend Yan is a distinguished guest brought by Brother Xiang, if I am bullied, how can I turn a deaf ear to it?"

"If he can't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to leave this place safely."

After hearing this, Xiang Zhili could only smile bitterly and shook his head. He no longer tried to dissuade Hu Lao Mo, but turned to Yan Yun and shook his head gently:
"Junior Brother Yan, you should understand what you are doing."

"I am really powerless in this matter. You need to consider how to explain to Brother Hu. I believe that Junior Brother Yan must have something to say to Brother Hu."

After saying this, Xiang Zhili no longer paid attention to the two of them. Instead, he leaned back, closed his eyes and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Although Xiang Zhili didn't say much, Yan Yun could sense a hint of concern in his words.

However, as a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, Xiang Lao'er was obviously unwilling to have a direct conflict with Hu Lao Mo, so he only reminded Yan Yun a few words and chose to stand by and watch.

Yan Yun smiled slightly, turned to Zi Ling and asked:

"Miss Zi Ling, we have known each other for a long time. You can be said to be one of Yan's few bosom friends. Since there is a restriction hidden in your body, perhaps it is not your intention."

“Although I don’t want to offend Fellow Daoist Hu, I can’t just sit back and watch.”

"Before that, I beg you to be honest with me and tell me if you really want to marry me as my concubine. If you have made up your mind, I will not interfere. But if you have other intentions..."

Yan Yun hadn't finished speaking yet, but the meaning was self-evident.

"I……"

Zi Ling's face revealed many complex emotions including joy, hesitation, helplessness, etc. She seemed eager to answer, but didn't know where to start.

"No need to ask Miss Zi Ling. Everyone who comes to this Demon Palace, whether they are willing to become my concubine, is it up to her to decide for herself?"

"But even if she is unwilling, what can she change? I'm afraid you don't dare to offend this Demon Palace and take her away by force, right?"

Hu Qinglei smiled contemptuously, his words full of mockery.

"It turned out to be just as I expected! Is this true or false?"

Yan Yun sighed, but still asked Zi Ling again as if for final confirmation.

"A few years ago, I accidentally revealed my true identity, and was besieged by several elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect. They forcibly captured me and brought me to the mountain. Naturally, there was no question of my voluntariness."

Zi Ling's gaze fell on Yan Yun and saw that he had now reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

Facing the terrified master of the Demon Palace, he remained so calm and composed.

For some reason, a warm feeling welled up in my heart, so I gritted my teeth and confessed the truth.

Hearing this, Hu Qinglei just sneered and remained silent. The other monks in the hall also did not show any strange expressions.

If this kind of act of forcibly abducting female cultivators happened in a righteous sect such as Taiyi Sect, it would probably be severely condemned.

However, among the demons and some unconventional practitioners, this kind of behavior is commonplace, as if it were taken for granted.

The monks who were able to come here naturally had nothing to do with the righteous sects. No wonder they were indifferent to such incidents.

"Since Miss Zi Ling has admitted it herself, that is enough. Brother Hu, there is no need to be angry. I have no intention of making an enemy of you."

"Everything in the world can be traded fairly. I wonder what price I need to pay to buy back Daoist Zi Ling's freedom."

After Yan Yun nodded slightly, he actually said this to the old man with the wooden crown, as if he completely ignored the displeasure on the other's face and turned a blind eye to it.

"Trade? By you?"

Hu Qinglei was stunned at first, then a strange expression appeared on his face.

"Brother Hu, do you think I don't have the qualifications?"

Yan Yun responded calmly.

"Indeed, you are not worthy of trading with me! Even if you are slightly better than ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivators, you are nothing more than that in my eyes."

"Or in other words, do you really think that just because Brother Xiang brought you here, you can be on equal footing with me? Moreover, what kind of rare treasures in this world can make me excited?"

"By the way, I heard that you still have two spiritual treasures in your hands."

"However, if I want to, I can kill you at any time. At that time, these two spiritual treasures will still belong to me."

Hu Qinglei said this in a gloomy tone, and at the same time, a layer of black light as solid as a substance emanated from his body, as if he had a hint of murderous intent towards Yan Yun.

"Lingbao, I guess he told Brother Hu to his fellow Taoist."

"However, I wonder if you have also disclosed the news about the Immortal-Exterminating Pearl to me, Daoist Fellow."

"Also, do you really think that the space node information I gave you is all there is to it?"

"Or do you think that you can capture me alive and use the soul-searching technique on me now that I am in possession of the Immortal-Exterminating Pearl?"

Yan Yun's eyes flickered a few times strangely, and suddenly he opened his lips and whispered in the ear of the old man in the wooden crown.

Hu Lao Mo, who had originally shown a fierce look, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this. He stared at Yan Yun with cold eyes and suddenly fell silent. (End of this chapter)