Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As a sect that had stood in the land of the nine prefectures for tens of thousands of years, was it so easy to destroy the Demonic Sect?

The eight great immortal sects of the righteous path had always fought against the Demonic Sect together. Even after tens of thousands of years, they had only been eliminated by the Daoist priest.

When the Demonic Sect was suppressed the most ruthlessly, it was only confined in the northwest land and did not come out.

They had never heard of destroying the Demonic Sect.

Wine Fairy must have drunk fake wine and damaged her brain!

Alan looked suspiciously at his cheap master. Just as he was about to advise her to take a good rest and sober up, a disciple’s report came from outside the sect.

“Reporting, reporting to the sect leader. The Buddha Lord of the Buddhist sect is here to pay respects to the mountain.”

“Got it.”

Wine Fairy’s eyes slanted, and a cold light flashed like a sharp sword unsheathing.

Through layers of restrictions, the scene at the foot of the mountain came into view.

Fan Xiang soared into the sky, and golden light burst out. It was likely that Buddha Lord was not the only one who had come.

“Come with me. You’ve been under my sect for a thousand years. It’s time to meet the people of the various immortal sects.

“Remember, speak less and listen more. Don’t expose your identity.”

Wine Fairy seemed to have changed into a different person, and instantly became shrewd and capable. It was as if she had returned to the night where she killed thousands of demonic beasts with a single sword.

“Yes.”

Alan looked at the fairy in front of him, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

“Amitabha. How have you been?”

At the foot of Mount Tianxuan, Buddha Lord hurriedly took two steps forward to greet Wine Fairy when he saw her coming down the mountain.

Buddha Lord had a high status and was of the same generation as Old Man Feng Yin.

Although Wine Fairy was also the sect master of the eight great immortal sects, she was supposed to be one generation younger.

However, Wine Fairy, Jian Wushuang, once stormed Wutai Mountain for a private matter. She passed seven trials in a row and defeated Buddha master with a sword.

Ever since then, Buddha master had to bow to Wine Fairy every time he saw her as a sign of respect.

“You came quickly.”

Wine Fairy looked down at Buddha master with no intention of returning the bow.

Even Alan, who was about to pay his respects to Buddha master, was stopped by Wine Fairy in secret.

The Buddha Lord was not angry at Wine Fairy’s rude behavior. Even the eighteen Arhats behind him were not surprised.

At such a young age, Wine Fairy had already become an expert at the peak of the Mahayana realm. She was even faintly above Old Man Feng Yin.

Moreover, she was arrogant by nature.

The sect leaders of the eight great immortal sects were some old people, and they were very tolerant of Wine Fairy.

Half of them doted on their juniors, and the other half were indeed unable to defeat her.

“The evil devil came into being, and he had no choice but to come.” The Buddha Lord recited a Buddhist proclamation and asked, “Fairy, have you seen the face of that evil devil? Where has he gone now?”

“It’s not the Devil Lord, it’s an unfamiliar face. He escaped after being struck by my sword.”

Wine Fairy extended her hand and pointed in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains were shrouded in smoke all year round. There were countless demonic beasts and poisonous insects, and all kinds of poisonous miasma filled the air. Without the means to expel the poison, even Mahayana realm experts did not dare to go deep into the mountains.

The Demonic Sect was hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The evil devil had entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Needless to say, he had returned to the Demonic Sect.

At the right time, Wine Fairy’s face flushed red. A wisp of blood qi seeped out from the corner of her mouth, and she forcefully swallowed it.

It was as if she had just gone through a bloody battle with the evil demon.

Although she had struck the evil demon with her sword, she still looked like she was heavily injured.

Alan’s eyes were wide open as he secretly praised her good acting skills.

“This penniless monk is late!”

“This is the holy healing medicine of our Buddhist Sect, the Great Recovery Pill. Please take it, Fairy.”

When Buddha Lord saw this, he hurriedly took out a yellow cloth pouch from his pocket and took out a golden gourd the size of a finger.

Opening the mouth of the gourd, an intoxicating medicinal fragrance wafted out.