Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

Qin Gengyun’s words immediately stunned the countless cultivators below.

These people, having just seen Chen Qingmo’s huge sword descend toward Cyan Lotus Mountain, immediately stopped lining up and quickly retreated, fearing that Qinlian Sect wouldn’t be able to withstand Chen Qingmo, and they themselves would be targeted by Zhenyang Sect.

After Chen Qingmo retreated, these people immediately squeezed forward in line to test their spirit roots, with some even shoving aside loose cultivators who had been waiting in line.

Suddenly, they heard Qin Gengyun say that no more disciples would be recruited, leaving them dumbfounded and disgruntled as they started to clamor:

"Didn’t you just say you were inviting cultivators from all over to join?"

"Why suddenly change your mind?"

"Such a big sect shouldn’t go back on its word!"

Qin Gengyun smiled and continued, "Don’t be anxious, everyone. What I mean is, those who have been waiting in line for the spirit root test, we will take all of them."

"As for the other friends, it seems you and Qinlian Sect are not fated; I also feel regretful, please go back, everyone."

The cultivators below looked at each other, and those who vacillated back and forth earlier now had very grim expressions.

Qin Gengyun’s meaning was very clear: we want only those who truly wish to join Qinlian Sect, and you fence-sitters should not be involved.

"Damn, isn’t this bullying?"

"Please, Sect Leader Qin, I really admire Qinlian Sect, won’t you accept me?"

"I just had an urgent need to relieve myself earlier, not being two-faced!"

Under Cyan Lotus Mountain, the crowd suddenly became noisy: some cursed loudly, some pleaded bitterly, creating quite a clamor.

"Hmph."

A cold snort suddenly rose, suppressing the noise of tens of thousands of cultivators.

The noisy cultivators’ faces turned pale immediately, closing their mouths as they fearfully looked at the tall, cold figure above.

This is the Demon Sect Saintess, a person who has killed countless others, who even though married seems gentler now, her tenderness probably reserved for her husband only.

Anyone else who dared to act arrogantly in her presence wouldn’t need telling about their fate.

Soon, the fence-sitters silently departed.

Out of tens of thousands, fewer than two thousand remained. These people had stood firm by the spirit root testing platform at Qinlian Sect during Chen Qingmo’s attack, clearly showing genuine loyalty to Qinlian Sect.

And not those others who sway with the wind.

High in the sky, Xia Qinglian gracefully linked arms with Qin Gengyun, the two flying back to the top of Cyan Lotus Mountain, unseen by those below, where Qin Gengyun suddenly sat down, face pale.

"My lord! Are you okay?"

"Brother Qin!"

"Uncle Qin!"

"Master!"

Liu Su, Yun Wu, Fang Xue, and the Celestial Phoenix Maiden all rushed over, Liu Su revealing the Mist Spirit Eye atop her head, ready to heal Qin Gengyun.

Qin Gengyun waved his hand: "No one can know I’m injured, we’ll deal with it after today’s disciple recruitment ends."

Liu Su became anxious: "I figured, my lord you’re just being tough! Miss, how can you be so relaxed?"

This young girl was so worried she even blamed Xia Qinglian, Fang Xue tugged at her: "Susu, don’t say that, Master is most concerned for Uncle Qin."

"Hmph!" Liu Su pouted and snorted, evidently still worried.

Xia Qinglian tapped her forehead lightly: "I didn’t see you so anxious when I was injured."

"That’s different, miss, you’re so powerful, my lord is so weak, very easily beaten to death."

Liu Su replied sheepishly, Qin Gengyun speechless: "Susu, am I that weak in your mind?"

Meanwhile, Xue Wen stepped forward, hurriedly saying: "Sect Leader, Saintess, shouldn’t you have chased that many people away, from tens of thousands just to below two thousand, while Zhenyang Sect still has quite a few over twenty thousand!"

Qin Gengyun, supported by Xia Qinglian, stood up smiling: "Elder Wu, we want truly loyal disciples, not those who will betray the sect when disaster strikes, as numbers mean nothing without unity."

Xue Wen loudly replied: "You’ve never been a Sect Leader, do you know? We could even use those who aren’t loyal as cannon fodder!"

His voice just fell when an icy chill arose next to him, as Xia Qinglian’s expression turned cold.

Xue Wu quickly said: "My brother has a straightforward nature, doesn’t speak well, Sect Leader, please forgive him!"

"I really don’t think he should be Sect Leader..."

"Junior Martial Uncle Xue!"

Xue Wen, full of stubbornness, wanted to speak more, when an exasperated voice sounded behind him, making him stiffen and he turned to look at Liu Xiaotang.

Liu Xiaotang, standing before him, indignantly said:

"Just now Brother Qin blocked that huge sword, protecting Cyan Lotus Mountain, if you were up there, would you be able to block it?"

"I..."

"What you? Master and Brother Qin and everyone are working hard for Qinlian Sect while you’re constantly targeting Brother Qin for personal reasons, I thought you were a Great Cultivator, but it turns out you’re lesser than me, just a child!"

"You, you... shameless!"

Sturdy and rugged Xue Wen was reprimanded by Liu Xiaotang, his face flushed with anger but surprisingly not lashing out, pointing at Liu Xiaotang while stammering.

"If Junior Martial Uncle makes a mistake, disciples should point it out, otherwise you’d teach all wrong, what if I end up as petty as you?"

"You, I..."

Xue Wen, too angry to speak coherently, turned and left.

"Brother!"

Xue Wu wanted to chase him.

"Junior Martial Uncle Wu, don’t worry, I’ll go."

Liu Xiaotang had already gone after him.

The crowd exchanged glances, Qin Gengyun somewhat amused: "Turns out, Xue Wen’s nemesis is Tang?"

"My lord, don’t laugh, quickly sit and rest."

Liu Su, seeing his pale face, spoke sympathetically.

Xia Qinglian turned to Mo Xiaolan, seeing her standing far off, filled with concern but not approaching.

After helping Qin Gengyun to sit, Xia Qinglian walked to Mo Xiaolan’s side:

"Why not come over to see him?"

Mo Xiaolan smiled: "You’re all here, I’m not worried."

"Whose lips were almost bitten from fretting just now?"

"I..."

Mo Xiaolan lowered her head.

Xia Qinglian looked at her, said nothing more, the two women standing atop the mountain gazed downward.

The remaining cultivators gradually tested their spirit roots, then registered to enter.

"Sister Xia, how much spiritual power do you have left?"

Mo Xiaolan suddenly spoke.

Xia Qinglian calmly replied: "You noticed too?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded: "If your strength was intact, you wouldn’t have let Qin Gengyun intervene earlier."

Xia Qinglian said: "Seventy percent left."

She caressed her belly: "Once the child is born, my spiritual power will be less than twenty percent, it’ll take a long time to slowly recover."

Mo Xiaolan remained silent for a moment, then said: "We’ll protect you."

Xia Qinglian looked at her, a cold and stunning face displaying a smile: "Xiaolan, without you, there wouldn’t be him today, nor me today."

"Sister..."

Then, a disciple came to report:

"Saintess, three have stormed the mountain, saying they want to see the Divine Maiden."