Chapter 259

The reflections in the mystic mirror returned to the ground with a heavy thud, causing the elders watching around the mirror to shudder simultaneously.

While the other disciples in the Demon Refining Tower were struggling on the brink of life and death, only a few of them were swept into the Futu Realm, where they unexpectedly found themselves in a surprising Demon Lord’s concubine selection ceremony.

It was all very pretentious and far from pure, truly the most unconventional event at the Ten Methods Assembly, drawing a lot of attention from onlookers.

When they saw the scene, many displayed complex expressions that words could hardly describe.

“Uh, this…”

Tian Xianzi scratched his head.

“Little Monk Yonggui’s music is really unique.”

Elder Lingguang from Fanyin Temple chuckled softly, rubbing his smooth, shiny bald head.

“That’s right. If there are disciples in our temple who are not interested in cultivation, they will find Yonggui to sing to them. When the music is at its height and they look into each other’s eyes, the Buddha’s light will suddenly appear and all their inner demons will be eliminated.”

It was as if two bald heads hovered in the air, gazing at each other with deep affection. In the midst of an extremely eerie song, their heads would flash with golden light as if clanging together.

One of them, still shining, would even start spitting sparks with a contorted face.

Everyone present fell silent.

They didn’t want to hear about such things!

“Xie Yu has a brutal temperament. If he’s displeased, he won’t hold back. I wonder what Bai Ye will do.”

Lin Qian, with lingering fear, stared at the mirror, a hint of anticipation in her gaze.

“I’ve heard he’s always meticulous, especially since he’s an outstanding disciple of Liuming Mountain…”

Receiving praise for his disciple, He Xiaochen grinned foolishly. “You flatter me, Bai Ye takes after me; he shouldn’t disappoint.”

“But speaking of which,” Ji Yunkai scratched his head with his short, chubby fingers, poking his head out from amidst the surrounding uncles and aunts, “Meng Jue seems to be missing.”

Someone gasped, “Meng Jue? Could it be that Meng Jue is also going to join the concubine selection? No way?”

“Meng Jue?”

Several cultivators from the neighboring Niguang Island got up simultaneously and rushed over, men and women mixed together, curiously craning their necks.

As Tian Xianzi’s first disciple and the most powerful Nascent Soul disciple of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, Meng Jue was not only handsome but also gentle and refined.

Just a slight smile from him could stir the hearts of many female cultivators.

Moreover, he was a sword cultivator.

Sword cultivators are known for breaking all laws with their swords, and in battle, they are the most fierce and decisive. Who wouldn’t love a man with a sword? Naturally, Meng Jue became a heartthrob in the cultivation world, with fans that could circle the Xuanxu Sect five times.

Thanks to him, a crowd of people had gathered in front of the Xuanxu Sword Sect’s mirror.

Someone suddenly called out, “Bai Ye is on stage!”

Unlike Yonggui, who was single-mindedly focused on completing his task, Bai Ye has a lot of idol baggage.

Though he wanted to stand out in this competition for the Demon Lord’s favor, he certainly wouldn’t go all out like Yonggui.

Therefore, he took the stage with extreme restraint, walking with a blooming lotus grace that would make any ancient male lead sigh in admiration: “Ah, what a charming little wildcat.”

Ning Ning had a bad feeling and whispered to Pei Ji behind her, “What do you think his chances are?”

Pei Ji, who had no interest in such matters, seemed irritated by Bai Ye’s artificial demeanor.

With visible impatience in his eyes, he responded in a low voice, “Zero.”

She agreed, nodding as she continued watching the stage.

Bai Ye stood tall and elegant, his mere presence exuding the ethereal and timeless aura of an immortal.

Several of the women watching gasped involuntarily, and then a wave of excited cheers erupted.

The young cultivator smiled slightly, his brows arching into his hairline, his eyes as clear as water.

Amidst the crowd’s awestruck gazes, he rose into the air, his long sleeves fluttering as a bright flame suddenly appeared behind him.

In the Chongling Mountains, the towering peaks and isolated paths made contact with the outside world rare, so the townspeople seldom saw cultivators from the sects.

When the flames appeared, not only did the audience below the stage erupt in excitement, but even the Demon Lord Xie Yu, seated on the stage, also had a change in expression.

Ning Ning finally realized what was causing her bad premonition.

They were in the Futu Realm, and everything they saw and heard were memories from the time of the great war between the immortals and demons.

At this time, the demons and the righteous cultivators were mortal enemies.

If Bai Ye were to dance, recite poetry, or even perform a stunt like breaking a stone on his chest, it wouldn’t be out of place. But using the Five Elements Talisman technique at this moment is like exposing his identity and walking straight into Xie Yu’s trap—it’s as if he’s delivering himself, beautifully and effortlessly, right into oblivion.

Xie Yu’s face grew increasingly grim, but Bai Ye remained oblivious.

The handsome young man darted left and right as bursts of colorful fireworks seemed to explode around him.

As everyone watched in astonishment, his eyes suddenly flickered.

A child’s surprised exclamation came from the crowd, “This—this is—!”

Amidst the fireworks, streaks of bright water light emerged, resembling a dragon emerging from its cave, weaving through the sea of flames.

At that moment, lightning suddenly flashed, and golden light filled the sky, forming a circle around the dancing white figure.

An elder outside the mystic mirror exclaimed in admiration, “To think he could use water, fire, and lightning simultaneously! What a young prodigy! Sect Master He has taught him well!”

“Combining three elements in one is incredibly difficult.”