Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 118 - 95 Lu Jin’an: "I don’t drink alcohol."_3

"I will convey everything truthfully." Ji Dongqing cupped his hands again. "Sect Master Zheng wouldn’t mind us having a cup of birthday wine, right?"

"You’ve grown quite thick-skinned." Zheng Dongliu chuckled noncommittally. "Your seats are over there."

"Then I must thank Sect Master Zheng."

As Ji Dongqing’s group took their seats, Zheng Dongliu clapped his hands, and the birthday banquet continued according to the process.

Lu Jin’an observed the courtesans whom Zhao Shize had invited in his name as they entered to play music and dance. He peeled a pomelo while looking toward the Demon Clan’s location.

With one glance, he met eyes with the young Demon Emperor who had just presented a birthday gift. The other party bared his teeth in a smile and then spoke loudly, "You Humans sure know how to enjoy yourselves. It’s hard for this emperor to take his eyes off those legs, but it’s all too dull."

Listening to this double Crossing Tribulation Demon Emperor’s boastful words, Wandao Sect’s Direct Disciple looked on coldly, as the Demon Emperor spoke again, but this time looking at Lu Jin’an.

"I heard that your sect’s Senior Brother had created a set of the Heavenly Inquiry Sword Technique himself. Why not perform it once to open our eyes?"

As his words fell, all of the Wandao Sect’s Direct Disciples stood up, saying nothing, only assuming a stance of action.

Zhu Nanzhi even summoned Zhan Ming, with the Forget Love Taoist Skill swirling in her eyes, murderous intent evident, "Does this beast want to die? We should make it into soup to feed the dogs!"

Did this beast actually want her husband to give him a performance?!

Why?!

Clang——

Another sword was drawn at his side, but it stopped abruptly as Mu Qingyue’s voice rang out, "Junior Brother has his own discretion."

Zhu Nanzhi was about to speak when she met her husband’s gaze telling her not to move first and obediently sat back down.

Ji Wenchang frowned and looked at the Sect Master, Zheng Dongliu leisurely drank a cup and looked at Lu Jin’an, "What do you say?"

"No problem." Lu Jin’an wiped his hands with a handkerchief, stood up, and bowed to the Sect Master, then said to Pei Wanyu, "Master, your disciple will be back soon."

Having said that, he stepped through the dancers who had retreated to the sides, looked around at Jiang Wuya and others who were already standing, and said to Mu Qingyue, "Senior Sister, may I borrow your sword?"

Mu Qingyue flicked her wrist lightly, and "Morning and Dusk" flew out from its sheath into Lu Jin’an’s hand.

"Good!" The young Demon Emperor Chu Jinghai clapped first, imitating the Human Clan’s words of praise, followed closely by the Demon Monarchs beside and behind him.

"Senior Brother, is Senior Brother Lu really going to perform for the Demon Clan?" a little junior sister from Tianyan Pavilion asked softly.

Si Xiuqi sipped his tea, lowered his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "Brother Lu is gentle and refined but is not without sharpness."

Pei Wanyu picked up a slice of pomelo peeled by her good disciple, gently bit into it at her lips, and glanced sideways at Ji Dongqing.

With a flicker of light, the sword danced like a dragon.

The smooth swordsmanship shimmered blindingly under the sunlight.

Though "Morning and Dusk" was Senior Sister’s sword, it moved like a nimble snake from its hole, following closely after Lu Jin’an’s hand.

Chu Jinghai watched Lu Jin’an’s agile form in the arena with a hint of mockery. The swordsmanship uninspired by Spiritual Power still carried a consummate edge, but...he really performed?

Unfortunately, he couldn’t witness the amusing scene of the Wandao Sect’s disciples trying to persuade Lu Jin’an not to perform.

"Be careful," Ji Dongqing watched the wine in the bowl on the table. "He just killed Fu Lin recently."

"I know, but with you here, does he intend to kill me?" Chu Jinghai laughed without a trace of panic, then discretely glanced at Zheng Dongliu on the stage.

They dared to come, naturally having brought more than twenty live cards back with them.

By then, Wandao Sect’s Senior Brother giving a sword dance to the Demon Clan without achieving anything would only make him a laughing stock.

Thinking of this, Chu Jinghai picked up the wine bowl on the table, filled it to the brim, and then shot it directly at Lu Jin’an with Demon Energy. "Brother Lu dances excellently, enjoy a bowl."

Whizz——

The wine bowl reached Lu Jin’an’s front without a drop spilled. Lu Jin’an extended his hand with the sword, caught the bowl with the tip of "Morning and Dusk," and with Spiritual Power coursing through his body, he pivoted on his left foot; the wine bowl returned along the same path to Chu Jinghai with not a drop spilled.

Chu Jinghai reached out to catch it, the strong wind blowing from both sides as the wine spilled over the edge.

Chu Jinghai looked at the wine bowl, an unusual look flickering in his eyes, and then heard a low cry from Ji Dongqing beside him.

"Be careful!"

Chu Jinghai raised his head abruptly, and what was originally a distance of several meters, had Lu Jin’an right before him.

Crack——

The table in front of him was crushed by a step from Lu Jin’an. While Chu Jinghai was shocked, wondering why Ji Dongqing couldn’t stop Lu Jin’an, the Demon Energy within him swept out.

But as soon as it touched the four kinds of Rule Power surrounding Lu Jin’an, it seemed to be swallowed by an abyss, disappearing without a trace.

What kind of Daoist Skill is this?

Chu Jinghai’s facial expression changed, and the fully-powered Lu Jin’an grabbed Chu Jinghai’s collar with an indifferent look. As his right arm extended and contracted, the grip on his sword hand loosened and tightened, "Morning and Dusk’s" blade was horizontally held, and he stabbed it into Chu Jinghai’s neck as if it were a dagger.

Time and space followed like shadows, life and death accompanying.

The sword full of vitality was like the morning sun piercing through the clouds, reflecting thousands of sword lights in an instant.

Penetration!

Blood spurted out.

Chu Jinghai’s head tilted back uncontrollably, and his pupils rolled back as he heard the word "move" from Jiang Wuya, catching the sight of the Demon Monarchs behind him being splattered with blood.

Why hadn’t Ji Dongqing acted?

Forget it.

Suddenly, Chu Jinghai’s rolling pupils returned to position, and blood-black Demon Energy surged up around him, followed by a piercing cry that shot to the sky.

A Golden Winged Roc with a neck half-connected soared into the sky, emitting blood-black Demon Energy.

Standing in place, Lu Jin’an looked up with "Morning and Dusk’s" sword tip on the ground, joined his hands, and Spiritual Power roared, invoking the Space Rules. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Roar——

Under the Sky Dome, above the Golden Winged Roc, the space rippled and then expanded into a space vortex dozens of feet wide.

In the deep dragon chant, a pitch-black Corpse Dragon dived down, biting the Golden Winged Roc’s neck in one bite, continuing its momentum.

"Chirp!"

Amidst the sound of a sharp, struggling eagle’s cry, the blood splashed around.

Lu Jin’an clasped his hands together, the space vortex reappeared in mid-air, and the Corpse Dragon dragged the Roc into it.

The scene returned to silence.

Lu Jin’an lowered his head to glance at the broken fragments of the wine bowl by his feet and stepped on them.

"I don’t drink wine."

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