Chapter 629: A Fight Between Women

Night.

The small town is not large.

There is only one inn.

Yu Liancheng, Shitou, Bi Yao, and the girl who calls herself Huang Yue'er each chose a room to stay in.

Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan are also staying in this inn.

When the night grew deep, that Huang Yue'er slipped out of her room; she was still wearing the yellow dress from the daytime, yet she seemed completely different from the day.

Her slender waist was wrapped in plain fabric, making her figure appear even more graceful and her face more charming; a pair of soul-snatching eyes tilted slightly upward, so alluring they seemed ready to drip water, giving one a feeling of infinite temptation.

A charming, faint smile played on the corners of her mouth, full of amorous feelings. Yet, at the thought of what she was about to do, her pretty face could not help but flush slightly; clearly, she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Her name is "Jin Ping'er," a disciple of Sanmiao Fairy and the most outstanding disciple of the Hehuan Sect. However, unlike her sisters who are seasoned in battle, although she practices charm arts, she focuses more on battlefield slaughter, and this kind of thing is a first for her.

In her mind, the scene of Zhang Laosan and Lin Feng being casually killed by Yu Liancheng could not help but surface.

In fact, everything that happened on the long street earlier was planned by her, Zhang Laosan, and Lin Feng, all for the purpose of capturing the "White-robed Divine Monk" Puzhen.

But she had not expected that this White-robed Divine Monk's cultivation would be so high.

Now that Zhang Laosan and Lin Feng are dead, only she, Jin Ping'er, a weak woman, remains. Thus, a bright idea struck her, and a plan formed in her mind. Such a person, if he could be drawn into the Hehuan Sect, would surely be a great help for the Hehuan Sect to unify the Holy Sect in the future. And right now, she was about to use this beauty trap to subdue him.

But she wondered, what connection does the Ghost King Sect have with Puzhen?

Why would that dead girl Bi Yao appear here?

Currently, the four factions of the Demon Sect—the Ghost King Sect, Hehuan Sect, Changshengtang, and the Ghost King Sect—stand side by side; although they all wish they could destroy the others, they still maintain this superficial peace. As the most outstanding members of the younger generation of their respective sects, Jin Ping'er and Bi Yao have met several times, so how could they not know each other?

Jin Ping'er slipped into the room, and before long, sounds of delicate cries came from within.

The person sleeping in this room was not Yu Liancheng, but Bi Yao.

Bi Yao giggled, her body trembling with laughter as she said, "Sister Ping'er, why do you want to throw yourself into this sister's arms? It's a pity that although you are a great beauty, sister likes men."

"I saw a figure come into the Divine Monk's room earlier, and I thought someone was trying to harm the Divine Monk, so I hurried over to take a look. So it was Sister Bi Yao. I just don't know why you would crawl into the Divine Monk's bed in the middle of the night; could it be that you two..." Jin Ping'er is worthy of being a Demon Sect enchantress; after a brief moment of awkwardness, she immediately smiled brightly, her eyes darting.

Bi Yao sneered and looked Jin Ping'er up and down: "So this is the outfit Sister Ping'er wears when catching people; truly graceful and charming, enough to make one pity her. If this news were to spread, I fear all the men in the world would want to become thieves."

Jin Ping'er giggled: "Sister Bi Yao is lively and cunning, nimble and cute. If the news that you like to crawl into a monk's bed in the middle of the night were to spread, all the men in the world would shave their heads to become monks."

The two women spoke with sharp barbs, calling each other 'sister' while gradually growing angry. They are the most outstanding women of the younger generation of the Demon Sect and are often compared to one another; naturally, neither was willing to submit to the other.

Bi Yao rolled her eyes and said, as if casually: "Father often tells me that Sister Ping'er has deeply inherited the true teachings of Sanmiao Fairy and has few rivals among the younger generation. Since Sister Ping'er is here today, why not have a contest right here?"

Jin Ping'er smiled charmingly: "If Sister Bi Yao has the heart to instruct me, this sister will naturally accompany you."

"I was just joking with Sister Ping'er; we are all disciples of the Holy Sect, how could we kill each other?"

Bi Yao gave a charming laugh and suddenly waved her fair hand; a small flower emitting a faint white light and a faint fragrance flew out. It was the "Sorrowful Flower," a rare treasure specially refined by the Ghost King with great effort for his beloved daughter, Bi Yao.

Amidst Jin Ping'er's charming laughter, she waved her slender jade hand, and suddenly purple light shone in the air, dazzling the eyes. A strange, auspicious purple magic treasure was blocked in front of her, colliding heavily with the Sorrowful Flower. What she used was the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, the "Purple Glaze Blade," which is extremely yin and evil, with immense spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye, these two most outstanding women of the younger generation of the evil path finally launched a swift confrontation.

White light and purple light clashed and collided, and bursts of energy exploded continuously within the room. The two women formed hand seals, their delicate bodies trembling slightly; it seemed that in such a battle, neither could gain the upper hand.

Bi Yao raised her right hand in mid-air, and in an instant, all the petals separated from the flower bud and shot out, turning into a dazzling, brilliant white light. Each petal was not only as swift as lightning but also agile and unpredictable, carrying a faint fragrance; just inhaling a little of the scent was enough to make a person collapse to the ground.

Jin Ping'er drove the Purple Glaze Blade, slashing out intertwined purple rays of light to form a nearly perfect defense, so that even the fragrance could not penetrate the purple light.

Under the pressure of their battle, the tables and chairs in the room could not withstand the force and shattered one after another.

Fortunately, Bi Yao channeled her strange Dao to seal the room, otherwise the commotion would surely have attracted the attention of others.

White light and purple light intertwined; both women wished they could put the other to death. It was a matter of life and death, but whether it was Bi Yao or Jin Ping'er, their postures were equally graceful and beautiful, like a flying dance.

Swish!

In the end, the Purple Glaze Blade was a step better, breaking through the white light and shooting toward Bi Yao. Bi Yao barely dodged, but a strand of her hair was still cut off. Her pretty face turned slightly pale: "Good sister, I, I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

A triumphant smile bloomed on Jin Ping'er's pretty face, but she saw a smile suddenly appear on Bi Yao's face: "I was lying to you, Sister Ping'er."

And at this very moment, two streaks of black energy burst from the ground and suddenly drilled into Jin Ping'er's body. Jin Ping'er immediately went limp and powerless, and the Purple Glaze Blade fell to the ground.

As it turned out, Bi Yao's previous battle was just to attract Jin Ping'er's attention, allowing the two streaks of black energy to lurk underground and wait for an opportunity to launch, which indeed had a miraculous effect.

Of course, even without this trick, Jin Ping'er was no match for Bi Yao.

Bi Yao not only practiced the Ghost King Sect's techniques and strange Dao, but also possessed the treasure known as the Hehuan Bell, though she was unwilling to expose it casually.

"Good sister, you are truly fragrant and soft."

Bi Yao hugged the falling Jin Ping'er. With a beauty in her arms, she used her slender fingers to lift the latter's chin: "Tsk tsk, look at this skin, it's truly as smooth as water. You say, if I were to use a knife to slash this little face, how sad would all the men in the world be?"

Jin Ping'er first glared at Bi Yao, then gave a miserable smile: "Since I have already lost, I am naturally at the mercy of Sister Bi Yao."

Bi Yao frowned, showing a hint of hesitation. The Hehuan Sect is also one of the Demon Sects; everyone shares the same roots and origins, and Jin Ping'er is a pillar of the Demon Sect, so naturally, she cannot kill her. A contest to dampen her spirit is enough; it would be better to let her go.

"Amitabha!"

Just at this moment, a Buddhist chant rang out.

It was in the room next door.

The one who uttered the Buddhist chant was naturally Yu Liancheng; he was actually staying in another room.

And the moment the Buddhist chant rang out, Bi Yao finally came to her senses, realizing she had fallen for Jin Ping'er's charm arts. She was truly annoyed, pinching Jin Ping'er's cheek with her hand and revealing a smile: "Good sister, since you've said so, then sister will grant your wish. Of course, don't worry, sister won't kill you. The night is long, let us sisters have a good private talk."

Bi Yao took Jin Ping'er to her own room.

In another guest room, Yu Liancheng sat on the couch, his spirit wandering in the void, his Dharma practicing the infinite.

In front of him were placed "Fate Calculation Nine Methods" and "Jade Pillar Physiognomy," several books on physiognomy passed down by the Qingyun Sect founder, Qingyunzi.

Zhou Yixian and his granddaughter are also staying in this inn; Yu Liancheng, through a mix of trickery and two hundred taels of silver, successfully obtained these two books.

He intended to use this Qingyun Sect physiognomy to complete his own "Xuanji Dao."

The next day, an unexpected yet anticipated guest arrived at this small inn.