[Ancient style imaginary world; Note: Atypical cultivator; a beautiful old master x a sickly and cold disciple
Yanqiu x Pei Yuan]
Yanqiu: No, you said that I defected to the Demon Cult. Did you make something wrong? We are absolutely three good young men. We can kill demons at the top and kill chickens and birds at the bottom. Besides, the scenery in this world is so beautiful. How can we please the demons? And why bother?
The senior brother involved said: That's right, of course we Xiaoyan can't defect to Nao Shizi's demon sect. Even if he is willing to give up the beauty of the world, he will never bear to leave the limited edition erotic pictures we collected... Hey son, why are you dragging me?
Bu Li: (covering face) Dad, stop talking, mother... My mother is sharpening her knife...
Bu Shangjing: Hey! Wife, I was wrong! (Escape)
[Serious introduction: Yan Qiu, the head of the Xuantian Sect, was possessed by a demon, killed countless people, and committed the crime of massacre. The immortal sects surrounded him at the Wentian Temple. When the two sides were in a stalemate, Yan Qiu's personal disciple Pei Yuan arrived in time and killed him on the spot.
Since then, the world has been at peace.
Until one sunny day seven years later, there was a sudden bolt from the blue!
It's me! Yanqiu! If you have something to say, don't do anything!
Intention: Everything will eventually work out