Chapter 650: Jin Ping'er's New Magic Arts and Divine Abilities

Liubo Mountain, this place destined to be hailed as the number one holy land under heaven, remained shrouded in a faint scent of blood.

Yu Liancheng had killed too ruthlessly; one could not count how many Demon Sect members had died miserably in that day's battle, with shattered corpses covering the ground and a rain of blood falling.

This battle had indeed struck terror into the hearts of the Demon Sect members, and now no one dared to oppose the matter of "Ten Thousand Demons Returning to the Sect"; perhaps in a few days, the people and forces on the island would be completely merged into Changsheng Tower.

It must be mentioned here that Sanyao Madam was a great help.

Sanyao Madam was the Sect Leader of the Hehuan Sect, and the Hehuan Sect was one of the four major factions of the Demon Sect.

Sanyao Madam herself was also a person of profound magic power, possessing deep prestige within the Demon Sect.

With her assistance, things were naturally twice as easy with half the effort.

As for the Ghost King and Yuyangzi, these two fellows were not people who did not know the current trends, but their injuries were too severe, and they were still in seclusion healing.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng was in his own independent residence.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, sorting through the scenes of his battle with the Demon Sect experts and deducing that volume of the lost Heavenly Book.

After nearly half an hour, he exhaled slowly; this was not an easy task and would require a long time, so there was no need to rush for success.

Pushing open the door, the quiet courtyard was very serene; a clear spring within the courtyard reflected the half-moon in the sky, appearing all the more lonely and calm.

Just at this moment, a ghost seemingly bathed in darkness stepped on the moonlight and drifted faintly before Yu Liancheng.

A smile that bloomed far brighter than a hundred flowers blossomed on that exquisitely peerless face as she bowed gracefully: "Ping'er greets Young Master."

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "I recall that I did not call for you to come?"

A blush rose on Jin Ping'er's beautiful face, and the look she gave Yu Liancheng carried an indescribable charm and reverence: "Seeing Young Master's peerless divine abilities today, my admiration is beyond measure, so I could not help but..."

Yu Liancheng chuckled, noncommittal: "You did very well this time, saving me a lot of trouble. What do you want?"

This was the truth; one reason he was able to easily defeat the Ghost King and the other three who opened the Dragon-Subduing Tripod was that Sanmiao Fairy had not used her full strength.

In short, she was slacking off.

And the reason Sanmiao Fairy acted this way was mostly because of Jin Ping'er.

Jin Ping'er bit her lip and said obediently: "Being able to share the burden for Young Master is Ping'er's honor."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "I naturally know what to reward and what to punish. From now on, you and your master may freely enter and exit the first three floors of 'Baiyujing'."

"Many thanks, Young Master." A look of joy immediately appeared on Jin Ping'er's pretty face.

It was now common knowledge that 'Baiyujing' contained the secret of longevity, and everyone yearned for it.

Even though she was in the prime of her youth and far from her limit, she still had a craving for longevity.

What's more, according to Sanmiao Fairy's speculation, Changsheng Tower not only held the mystery of longevity, but each floor also hid a powerful divine ability.

"The stone wall was created by me based on my own learning and the Heavenly Book; it is profound and difficult to understand. You satisfied me with your work this time, so I can give you an extra helping hand."

After speaking, Yu Liancheng backhanded a finger onto the center of Jin Ping'er's brow.

Boom!

Suddenly, Jin Ping'er's mind was turned upside down, and a line of text emerged in her consciousness.

—Roaming the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening, the green snake in the sleeve gives one bold spirit.

This line of text appeared simple, but every stroke contained profound and ethereal mysteries of the Dao.

With Yu Liancheng's help, the mist shrouding this line of text was brushed away, and all kinds of profound mysteries were clearly revealed before Jin Ping'er.

A moment later, Yu Liancheng withdrew his finger.

After another short while, Jin Ping'er slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

Her pretty face still carried a trace of confusion, but it quickly turned into excitement, and she bowed gracefully to Yu Liancheng again: "Ping'er will never forget Young Master's gift. Please rest assured, Young Master, by tomorrow at the latest, all the Holy Sect disciples on this Liubo Mountain will be under your command."

"On such a beautiful night, talking about these things is quite a mood-killer." Yu Liancheng looked up at the moon and smiled: "When you returned to the Hehuan Sect this time, did you learn any new magic arts or divine abilities?"

Jin Ping'er was slightly startled, then a blush rose on her pretty face, as if she had applied rouge: "Naturally, and it was taught by my master herself. Does Young Master want to test the move?"

"Of course."

Soon, a series of blush-inducing sounds rang out in the courtyard.

Another hour passed, and with a soul-stirring moan, the courtyard fell silent.

After a long time, sparse sounds began to rise.

Yu Liancheng took a black garment from his Storage Space and had it put on by the flushed and languid Jin Ping'er beside him.

"I still have matters to attend to, so I won't accompany you today." Yu Liancheng leaned over and pecked Jin Ping'er's cherry lips, then his figure vanished from the courtyard.

Jin Ping'er rested for a while before beginning to tidy her clothes; the clothes on her body had not been completely stripped off, just very disheveled. In Yu Liancheng's words, being half-covered was the most alluring.

"Young Master is truly hard to handle; it seems I will have to ask Master to teach me new magic arts and divine abilities again." Jin Ping'er's eyes darted about, becoming even more charming and moving.

Not knowing what she thought of, her face became even more flushed and hot, and she couldn't help but touch her own cheeks.

"Really, what am I thinking about? Master would never agree."

The moonlight of the waning moon also spilled into another courtyard, but the atmosphere appeared very heavy.

Xiao Yicai hesitated for a long time before finally saying: "Are you sure that person is Uncle-Master Puzhen, the White-robed Divine Monk?"

Faxiang smiled bitterly: "Naturally. I once followed Uncle-Master Puzhen for a period of time. Even though he is not wearing monk's robes now and has three thousand strands of worldly troubles, I would never mistake him."

Fashan beside him also nodded.

"It is him!" Lu Xueqi spoke coldly.

Several years ago, Yu Liancheng had followed Puzhi to Tongtian Peak of the Qingyun Sect; she still could not forget the faint melody of the zither, which lingered in her heart.

Xiao Yicai smiled bitterly: "If it really is the Divine Monk Puzhen, then I wonder why he would do this? Could it be that he wants to wipe out all the demons in one fell swoop? But looking at it now, after a bloody suppression, he is going to gather the entire Demon Sect and become the Demon Sect Leader."

Faxiang's face showed a look of determination: "This little monk will go and ask Uncle-Master Puzhen. If Uncle-Master has truly fallen into the Demon path and is obsessed, then we disciples of Tianyin Temple will never show mercy."

Fashan beside him nodded again.

Lu Xueqi's beautiful eyes were dim, as if she saw that unstained, smiling white-robed monk again and heard a faint zither sound, then she sighed softly in her heart.

"Faxiang, Fashan, you two little bald donkeys, I treated you so well in the past, yet you are heartless and ungrateful. Truly, if one is not poisonous, one is not bald, and if one is not bald, one is not poisonous."

A clear voice rose from the darkness, and Yu Liancheng's figure slowly appeared before the four of them, a faint smile on the corners of his mouth: "By the way, don't tell Brother Puhong that last sentence, otherwise next time I return to Tianyin Temple, I will be met with a Head-On Stick Shout."