91超碰抖音黄V

While Sima Yi was guiding Miaomiao and Tang Ting to their new residence, he warned them.

"You two didn\'t climb the sect from the bottom, so you might not know the culture here. Did your parents tell you what you need to know?"

Tang Ting snorted, "Already did. My dad told me everything I need to know."

Miaomiao already heard everything from Mao Shan and Mao Cheng. He was aware of the restrictions and rules.

There could only be 1,000 inner disciples in the entire sect, and everyone was ranked by their seats. To gain a better ranking, inner disciples had to challenge the others in a duel to claim their seat ranking. However, by challenging someone, one had to put a wager as a fee while the challenged didn\'t need to put anything on the line other than their rank.

However, there was a kick. An inner disciple could only challenge another disciple to a fight once a month. The higher the rankings, the higher the wager the challenger had to prepare beforehand. Therefore, a ranking promotion duel was money-consuming.

In addition, every quarter, the 10 strongest outer disciples got to challenge the weakest 10 inner disciples to claim their titles and the inner disciple promotion. Thus, the competition was fierce among the inner disciple\'s rankings as they avoided being pushed down to the bottom seats.

Being an inner disciple also had its perks. The first boon was the standard ranking rewards every inner disciple could gain. The 1,000th ranker could earn one spirit stone while the first ranker earned 1,000 spirit stones every day.

The second benefit was the Celestial Sword Sect\'s library. Every quarter, any inner disciple could copy a manual from the library, and the sect\'s library contained a hundred thousand sword techniques, cultivation methods, and records of history. Every inner disciple could learn a lot by getting their hands on the books there.

Aside from books and cultivation resources, elders often held lectures for inner disciples. Top rankers could also request a private lecture once every month from one of the elders.

From the local cultivators\' perspective, being an inner disciple was like being a doctor, a lawyer, or an engineer in the modern world. Everybody aspired to become one of the Celestial Sword Sect\'s members to become strong and rich.

Meanwhile, each elder could only accept up to five core disciples, and no disciple could fight them for their seats. The only way to become a core disciple was to become one of the top rankers among inner disciples and receive an invitation from an elder.

"I know. I\'ll be careful," Miaomiao assured Sima Yi.

Although the rules forced all inner disciples to be competitive, Miaomiao only saw the culture as small games for kids. He only cared about the abnormal laws that every inner disciple here cultivated.

Sima Yi glanced at Miaomiao\'s waists and didn\'t see a sword. He sighed and warned him.

"Before anything, you should at least carry at least one heaven-grade sword with you 24/7. Inner disciples often judged each other\'s strength by examining the aura of swords. Swords of inner disciples usually emit an aura or traces of law, and their sturdiness and sharpness can rival heaven-grade weapons. Therefore, if you walk around in the sect without showing off your swords, you might get randomly bullied by your seniors."

"I love bullying. Let them come so that we can beat their asses. By the way, is internal fight allowed?"

"Other than duels, no. Any unofficial fight is prohibited."

"Then, does the duel allow us to use our full strength?" Miaomiao and Tang Ting smirked as they welcomed every challenge. They were confident in their cultivation base and experiences from their past life.

"No. All promotion duels and formal sparring matches restrict your cultivation base to 5th-stage so that no one can take advantage of others by overwhelming them with Qi disparity."

"Lame."

"We can\'t help it. If you want to blame someone, you should blame it on the founder of this sect," Sima Yi glanced at Miaomiao. "Remember your orc sons?"

"Which one? Xiaomiao?"

"No. It\'s Cao Pi. In this life, he was called Mao Pi. He\'s actually your great grandfather by the way, but he already passed on."

"…"

"Anyway, I know that you two won\'t have trouble with resources, but I want you to concentrate on attending lectures and avoiding the other inner disciples for now. Until you can use the power of law, never pick a fight with an inner disciple."

Tang Ting scoffed, "Can we kill them during formal duels?"

"No. No killing is allowed in this sect."

"Lame."

Sima Yi snickered and shook his head. He missed their cruel nature and arrogance. By interacting with them for a few minutes, he remembered why he liked working under them.

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Upon arriving at their new residents, which was a modern apartment, Sima Yi excused himself and left them with a map of the sect city.

Miaomiao entered his new room, but Tang Ting followed after him. She grinned.

"We ended up in a draw. Therefore, let\'s have a steamy endless sex like before!"

"You… I haven\'t even been brainwashed or tampered with your memory in this life. Why are you like this?"

"Blame it on yourself for making me this way. Now, come on. Let\'s go, no foreplay! Clothes off! Dick in pussy!"

"…"

Tang Ting swiftly ditched her clothes and pushed Miaomiao to the bed. Then, they exchanged fluid for the entire day.

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The next morning, Tang Ting collapsed on Miaomiao\'s bed, exhausted from the wild night.

On the other hand, Miaomiao\'s black feathers glittered and shone as he had absorbed a lot of Yin Essence from Tang Ting. His white feather wing slightly dimmed as Tang Ting got some of his Yang Essence in exchange.

After one night of sex with a virgin maiden, Miaomiao\'s Qi and foundation were stabilized. He also advanced to the 8th stage without trouble.

In this life, Miaomiao didn\'t need to collect sentinels anymore as the sentinel towers had already existed in his dantian universe. He simply needed enough Qi volume to grow and unseal a portion of his power.

It took Miaomiao half a day to stabilize his foundation. When he was done, Tang Ting already woke up and was in the middle of breaking through to the 8th stage as well.

Miaomiao washed his body with water element Qi and put on his clothes. He exited his room and looked around, protecting Tang Ting from external interference.

Their rooms were located in a cement apartment on the second floor. Every room was soundproof and array-protected from external harm.

Miaomiao\'s room number was 999 while Tang Ting\'s next door was room number 1000. It seemed that their room number reflected their current ranks in the sect.

Their rooms were a 30-square-meter studio room and a modern bathroom. It only contained a piece of furniture, which was a modern spring bed.

It was not shabby, but it could have been better. Miaomiao was not satisfied with their limited space and room.

While Miaomiao was being absentminded, a sharp killing intent locked on to him. Somehow, it came from outside the sect toward the south.

Miaomiao frowned as he tried to locate the hostile cultivator. However, the distance was too far, and many buildings blocked his vision. His Qi sense detection range was also limited as he couldn\'t use Connate Qi in his dantian universe yet.

While Miaomiao was confused, he heard a sound transmission from a familiar voice.

\'Miaomiao, our old enemy has returned. Be careful out there.\'

It was the voice of Devil!

However, it was a female voice.

Miaomiao laughed. He was delighted that Devil chose to remain as a woman.

\'Who\'s coming?\' Miaomiao tried to reply, but he could only use his thought to communicate at the moment as he couldn\'t pinpoint Devil\'s location.

\'Kishin Douji.\'

\'Ah, what a persistent bastard. By the way, where are you? How come you found me first? What\'s your strength now?\'

\'I\'m busy at the moment, so I\'ll cut it short. In this life, I go by the name Cao Cao. I\'m the President of USW. My navy runs into Kishin Douji\'s forces, and we fought there. Their main battalions got entangled with us, but several units slipped through our net. Some of them will probably reach Pirate Hunter City within three hours.\'

\'What the hell?!\'

So much information caught Miaomiao off guard. He needed time to digest everything.

\'I hope you can kill immortals with your current strength. I found five of them among the units.\'

"…"

\'Anyway, we\'ll talk after I kill this bastard. Just do your part and don\'t die.\'

Devil cut off the communication. She sounded frustrated and annoyed.

"Oh, boy."

Miaomiao shook his head. He jumped off the balcony and flew to the rooftop of the apartment. Then, he gazed toward the south.

Although Miaomiao couldn\'t sense the enemies, his eyes slowly adapted to the distance and zoomed in like a high-tech Apple phone\'s camera.

About 3,000 kilometers away to the south, a black cloud rapidly crept toward the continent.

As Miaomiao continued to look harder, he noticed that the black cloud was not a rain cloud. Instead, they were hordes of flying monsters.

Upon noticing the enemies, Miaomiao took a deep breath and bellowed.

"BATTLE STATIONS! MONSTERS ARE COMING FROM THE SOUTH!"

As soon as Miaomiao\'s deafening voice resounded throughout the sect, many elders took flight and came out from their residents. They looked around and found nothing nearby.

Inner disciples and core disciples of the sect also came out and hovered over the Celestial Sword Sect City. Upon finding nobody, they glared at Miaomiao.

Sima Yi was among them as he recognized Miaomiao\'s voice. He stared at Miaomiao\'s face.

"I don\'t see anyone. What\'s wrong, young master?"

Miaomiao yelled again, "Look south! The black cloud over there are all monsters!"

"Huh?"

Sima Yi and the elders turned south. They peered toward the distance and tried to see further.

Fortunately, the elders were capable. They soon noticed that the black clouds from the south were not natural rain clouds.

Before the sect\'s elders could relay their orders, Mao Shan\'s sound transmission reached everybody\'s ears.

\'Attention! I have received a warning message from the United States of Wei\'s fleet from the south. They have encountered a monster army, and many of them have slipped through their defensive lines. In about an hour, they will reach our sect and Pirate Hunter City! All elders, 9th-stage cultivators, and immortals, gather at the south port. Disciples and deacons under the 7th stage, head to Pirate Hunter City and evacuate the citizens! As for the rest, protect the sect!\'

Hearing the order from their sect master, everybody packed their gears, supplies, and belongings. They flew out of the sect and headed south.

Miaomiao belonged to the defender group, which was assigned to defend the sect city. He floated there, watching thousands of cultivators flying away.

While Miaomiao was watching them, Sun Wukong approached him.

"Nice find, rookie."

Miaomiao scoffed, "Kishin Douji is attacking us. Don\'t die."

"I won\'t lose to that Oni. Anyway, you sit here and suck your mama\'s tits while you\'re at it. Your papa will head off to work."

Miaomiao flipped a middle finger to Sun Wukong, but the latter burst into laughter before he left.

After everybody was gone, only a few hundred 7th-stage and 8th-stage cultivators remained behind as backup units of the sect. Aside from Miaomiao, everybody seemed busy as they ran around like ants whose hive got on fire.

"Yare, yare."

Miaomiao brought out Killer Queen. He also unsheathed her and cleaned her blade with a dry towel.

Killer Queen let out a yawn as if she had just woken up.

"I had a long-ass dream. Anyway, Miaomiao. How long have I slept?"

Killer Queen paused as she noticed something odd.

"Rather… WHAT YEAR IS IT?! WHERE IS THIS PLACE?!"

Miaomiao rolled his eyes.

"100,000 years have passed. We\'re in the universe after the great reset."

"Oh, cool. So you asshole sealed me for 100,000 years?!"

"Not my fault. I was born recently. Anyway, Kishin Douji is back, and he wants blood. It\'s about time we go crazy again."