Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

Chapter 666: Chapter 326: Fairy Ming Chou

West Imperial City.

In the distance stands the resplendent West Imperial Palace, seemingly floating in mid-air, towering over the surrounding buildings.

Extending outward from the palace as the center are crisscrossing streets, lined with restaurants, shops, Immortal Mansions, brothels, and various other buildings of distinct styles.

Viewed from above, it resembles a massive labyrinth connected by countless veins.

This is the heart of the West Imperial Dynasty, West Imperial City.

Recently, more and more cultivators have been flocking to West Imperial City, most of whom are loose cultivators.

They have come to participate in the preliminary rounds of the Immortal Ascension Ceremony.

The Immortal Ascension Ceremony is open to all cultivators across the Hongzhou Continent. Major sects can send up to ten disciples, while loose cultivators must qualify through preliminaries held in West Imperial City.

Currently, within a grand Dueling Arena, today’s preliminaries are underway.

The arena is crowded with loose cultivators drawn by the event, with countless pairs of eyes fixed on the battle platform, brimming with anticipation.

"When will Fairy Ming appear?"

"I don’t know, they said she’s the grand finale."

"I’ve heard Fairy Ming is of unmatched grace, I wonder what kind of extraordinary beauty she possesses."

"I’ve seen her. In terms of looks, Fairy Ming is slightly inferior to the Seventh Princess, but her demeanor is unforgettable."

"Indeed, she looks delicate yet so fierce and decisive, she’s truly captivating!"

As people were discussing, a woman in a white dress walked onto the battle platform, and the crowd fell silent.

Soon, there were exclamations of awe:

"Fairy Ming is on stage!"

"So elegant and fragile, how pitiful!"

"Such a tender beauty, who could bear to go hard on her?"

The woman standing on the battle platform was petite, with delicate features, standing timidly. As if feeling the countless gazes, a hint of shyness appeared on her face.

This only drew more obsession and pity from the male cultivators, who longed to rush onto the platform and hold this charming and lovely fairy in their arms.

This female cultivator’s name was Ming Chou. She appeared in the Dueling Arena a few days after the preliminaries started.

Despite her delicate appearance, her cultivation was not weak. She had fought her way through the rounds to reach the final stage of the preliminaries.

If she won today, she would qualify for the Immortal Ascension Ceremony.

Due to her outstanding looks and impressive combat power, Ming Chou gradually garnered more attention from loose cultivators, earning the title of "Fairy Ming."

At this moment, merely by stepping onto the battle platform, she received countless praises and admiration.

Then, Ming Chou’s opponent also stepped onto the platform, eliciting shocked gasps from the surroundings.

"It’s actually Cui Dian the Cruel Soul Crusher?!"

The man wore a black robe, wielding a pitch-black long sword, with a withered and sinister appearance.

This person was named Cui Dian, whose cultivation technique was exceedingly bizarre. His black sword could absorb the opponent’s spiritual power, rendering those he defeated devoid of spiritual power and their cultivation ruined.

Several individuals had their souls shattered, becoming mindless.

Thus, the loose cultivators called him "Cruel Soul Crusher."

Seeing Fairy Ming’s opponent was Cui Dian, many people broke into a cold sweat for her.

"Fairy Ming, be careful!"

"Fairy Ming, you might as well concede, Cui Dian is too dangerous!"

Cui Dian’s lifeless eyes looked at Ming Chou, flashing with a hint of desire as he grinned:

"Fairy Ming indeed, I haven’t had a Daoist partner for years. If you concede today, I might consider breaking my vow."

Ming Chou’s face showed fear, her voice soft: "Senior Cui, I must participate in the Immortal Ascension Ceremony. Could you please spare me?"

Seeing the fairy so understanding, Cui Dian laughed even more: "Sure, as long as Fairy Ming agrees to become my Daoist partner and serve me, I might even let you win today."

"But I heard, Senior Cui, that you drained the spiritual power of your previous Daoist partners and sold them to brothels just to earn a few spirit marrows?"

Ming Chou covered her mouth with her hand, speaking timidly.

Cui Dian was taken aback, then sneered: "I didn’t expect Fairy Ming to know me so well. Yes, I did sell a few female cultivators to brothels, but so what? Cultivation is about survival of the fittest. They were weaker than me, so they naturally had to obey me."

"Fairy Ming, you’re no different."

Cui Dian laughed oddly, the black long sword in his hands emitted eerie black light, flying towards Ming Chou like a black snake.

"That’s Cui Dian’s Spirit-breaking Sword Qi! If it wraps around you, it will drain your spiritual power with that black sword!"

"Fairy Ming, dodge quickly!"

"She can’t dodge it. The Spirit-breaking Sword Qi can suppress opponents with weaker cultivation. Fairy Ming is already immobilized!"

Sure enough, the delicate Fairy Ming was suppressed by the black light, unable to move, and could only watch as the black light encircled her curvaceous figure.

The desire in Cui Dian’s eyes intensified, as if he already saw the scene of pressing this tender beauty beneath him.

"Fairy Ming, if you kneel and beg for mercy now, I’ll accept you."

Suddenly, Ming Chou looked up, a red flash flickering in her eyes.

"Cui Dian, you shouldn’t have sold your Daoist partners to brothels, otherwise I might have spared you."

As her charming voice fell, the black light enveloping her body suddenly shattered into dozens of pieces, as if torn apart by sharp claws.

"This is..."

Cui Dian opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, a blood line appeared on his throat, not caused by sword qi, but more like by sharp claws.

Moments later, the blood line on Cui Dian’s throat gradually widened, extending to the back of his neck.

With a thud, his head fell to the ground.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the entire battle platform red.

In the midst of shocked cries, Ming Chou stood calmly in the blood rain, her eyes seemingly containing a hint of satisfaction.

Today’s preliminaries concluded, and Ming Chou successfully secured her qualification for the Immortal Ascension Ceremony.

A month later, she would participate in the Immortal Ascension Ceremony held at the West Imperial Palace as a loose cultivator.

Surrounded by countless admiring yet fearful gazes, she exited the Dueling Arena, the sky outside glittered with stars.

Ming Chou’s figure flickered, quickly arriving on a street two miles south of the West Imperial Palace.

Though close to the West Imperial Palace, the street was largely deserted because a dilapidated mansion stood by the roadside.

Ming Chou stood before the long-abandoned mansion, looking at the red plaque above the gate, covered in cobwebs.

On it were written six large characters — National Guardian General’s Mansion.

With tears streaming down her face, Ming Chou kowtowed three times to the desolate, decaying gate:

"Father, Mother, Uncle Fu, Aunt Li, Cui... I’m back."

Ming Chou rose, her figure flickered, and she stood atop a tavern, gazing at the resplendent West Imperial Palace in the distance.

Her appearance gradually changed, her form slowly growing taller, eventually transforming into a seductive, alluring unparalleled fairy, yet six fluffy tails fluttered behind her, adding an eerie touch of allure.

Si Minglan licked her lips, a strange red glow flashing in her eyes.

"Father, using the blood of everyone in West Imperial Palace to cleanse the injustice of the Ming Mansion, do you think it is enough?"