Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Although the two genius girls were abducted, their dazzling and pure aura, along with the innate pride, made Chen Yun feel that they were extraordinary, very similar to the group of genius disciples captured with Mo Shiyao.

"Keep them to sell, take them down and take good care of them. Don't let them harm themselves, or they won't fetch a good price."

Su Jie handed Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying over to Chen Yun, instructing her to take charge of watching them.

"I understand."

Chen Yun nodded, she was already quite experienced in handling such matters.

"You devil! Our Ten Thousand Sword Alliance will definitely not let you off."

Wei Qingwan had been furious ever since she was captured.

"Sir, our Fire Cloud Palace will not sit back and ignore your actions; you've gone too far."

Qin Mengying also angrily stated, feeling very aggrieved that she was inexplicably captured by Su Jie, and this was her first encounter with Su Jie, yet she suffered from such unwarranted disaster.

What's more frustrating for Qin Mengying is that although she is an Immortal Seed from the Qing Province, she was completely powerless against Su Jie, taken down in just two moves. Her identity as an Immortal Seed felt fake in front of Su Jie, the Devilish Immortal Seed.

Su Jie, however, ignored the impotent rage of the two girls, disregarding them, and started planning the next battle with Zhu Zhangqi and others.

And Qin Mengying and Wei Qingwan were taken by Chen Yun towards the upper deck of the Flying Magical Boat.

....

On the Magic Boat, Mo Shiyao, Yu Wenjing, Jiang Lin, and He Wenfeng were also watching the bustling scene on the deck below.

Their location was a modified room used as a prison, covered by formations, enabling only viewing but not exiting.

"Zhang Xinming is dead, I just knew..."

Yu Wenjing looked at Mo Shiyao with a hesitant expression.

He thought Mo Shiyao was jinxed, loving one person who ends up dead, first there was Wei Ji, the Immortal Seed from Qingzhou, then Zhang Xinming, the Immortal Seed from Qing Province, making Yu Wenjing wonder if Mo Shiyao had a natural curse against husbands.

Instinctively, Yu Wenjing quietly moved his steps away from Mo Shiyao.

Mo Shiyao didn't notice Yu Wenjing's small movements, she only mumbled resentfully: "This Evil Su never planned to let us go, the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance spent so much money to ransom people, yet Evil Su backtracked and tore the tickets, indeed demon cultivators are a lawless bunch."

Although Mo Shiyao wasn't present at the scene, she imagined and restored what she believed to be the truth.

"We are unaware of the real truth, but this devil killed four in the Taoist Platform Realm. The chances of us escaping on our own are ever so slim."

Jiang Lin touched the Forbidden Magic Lock on her neck, which was specifically designed to imprison cultivators, capable of sealing a cultivator's spiritual power and acupoints, rendering one's spiritual power and physical body no different from that of a mortal. She had actively attempted to break it during Su Jie's absence.

But just as she had no hope of successfully breaking the lock, Su Jie returned to the Magic Boat, boasting an exaggerated record of achievements, making Jiang Lin feel even more pessimistic about the future.

Getting angrier the more she thought, Jiang Lin gritted her teeth and said: "This devil is clearly in the Taoist Platform Realm, yet he comes to capture us in the Secret Realm, bullying the weak and demonstrating no Martial Virtue. If he's capable, why doesn't he go against our Sect Master?"

"Given the current situation, we can only take it one step at a time. At least our lives are not in danger; if Su Jie wanted to kill us, he would've done it long ago."

Yu Wenjing shook his head, lay back on the chair, showing a rather resigned attitude.

"Those two people look somewhat familiar!"

He Wenfeng, the monk, kept observing outside, and at this moment he saw Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying being escorted over, finding them very familiar.

"I also find them familiar, hmm, isn't that..."

Jiang Lin stretched her long legs and walked to the window to look outside, her beautiful eyes gradually widening.

Soon after, Chen Yun unlocked the array of the house, then put Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying inside.

Inside the room, Wei Qingwan, Qin Mengying, He Wenfeng, Jiang Lin, Yu Wenjing, and Mo Shiyao exchanged looks, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying, the genius disciples from Qing Province, Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao, the genius disciples from Qingzhou, and Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng, the genius disciples from Jingzhou, met here in an unusual way.

Qingzhou, Qing Province, and Jingzhou are neighboring regions, and these genius disciples from large provinces often have elders from their sects taking them on training trips, occasionally organizing trans-provincial contests among young talents to showcase their sect's prowess, so everyone has heard of each other's names and is not unfamiliar.

"You guys are also..."

Yu Wenjing didn't finish his sentence, realizing it was redundant, since Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying appeared here, they must also be prisoners.

"Oh, aren't you the Immortal Seed from the Fire Cloud Palace of Qingzhou! You came too!"

Mo Shiyao looked at Qin Mengying with a tone mixed with a bit of schadenfreude.

Because last time Qin Mengying came to Qingzhou for training, she invited various young talents from Qingzhou for a sword test meeting, at that time Mo Shiyao represented the female cultivators of the younger generation in Qingzhou to participate in the sword discussion meeting.

Now Mo Shiyao remembers the first sentence Qin Mengying said when she saw her: Ten Levels of Yunling Realm? Are the Qingzhou female cultivators of such low standard?

At that time, Mo Shiyao was in the Ten Levels of Yunling Realm, while Qin Mengying was already in the Secret Realm Third Level cultivation, hence the remark.

This grudge Mo Shiyao remembered till now, and seeing Qin Mengying also as a prisoner, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.