I will return you 10,000 times my money. I am the strongest furnace in the Demon Sect.

Zhao Mu knew that he was very popular. Any female cultivator who practiced the art of collecting and replenishing would definitely covet him.

In the past, he was just a pure yang body, and it was already like this.

Now that he has become a red yang holy body, his masculine power is even better, needless to say.

But Zhao Mu still underestimated the charm of the red yang holy body.

Even our saint lady was tempted.

But after coming to his senses, Zhao Mu still noticed something was wrong.

With the strength and status of the saint lady, how could she practice the art of collecting and replenishing?

Being able to become a saint means that An Zixuan's talent and qualifications must be the best in the entire Shengyuan Demon Sect. Although the art of collecting and replenishing can quickly improve strength, it is not good enough after all. That is, there is no taboo in the Demon Sect, but it is completely forbidden to practice in those righteous sects.

Because there is a fatal flaw in practicing the art of collecting and replenishing.

There is no successor.

Cultivators who practice the art of collecting and replenishing will make rapid progress in the early stages of their practice, but in the later stages, it will be difficult to improve.

Cultivators who are truly ambitious and have great aspirations will completely disdain this kind of practice, fearing that it will damage the foundation of their own practice.

As a saint, An Zixuan must have high hopes from the sect. Even if she wants to practice the art of collecting and replenishing, the sect's senior elders and even the Demon Sect's empress will not let her do whatever she wants.

Zhao Mu was very puzzled and couldn't understand what the saint's words meant.

Seeing that Zhao Mu was slow to speak, An Zixuan looked a little impatient: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't think about what you shouldn't think about, you just need to tell me if you are willing."

"It is Zhao Mu's honor to serve the saint lady." Zhao Mu said immediately.

With such a good thing in front of him, there is no reason to refuse.

Although this matter was suspicious and perhaps a fraud, since An Zixuan came in person to explain her intentions, she did not intend to give Zhao Mu a chance to refuse.

If Zhao Mu really dared to refuse, she would kill him the next second.

An Zixuan nodded, and the next moment, the surrounding space quickly twisted and deformed.

Zhao Mu felt dizzy and nauseous, and it took him a long time to recover.

It was another space teleportation.

And this time the event was very long, lasting half a minute, as if it was teleported a long distance.

Zhao Mu opened his eyes and saw a huge and empty cave in front of him.

The scenery in the cave was beautiful, with flowing waterfalls, pine and cypress forests, and fragrant pavilions and carved beams and painted buildings.

It was like a secluded cave of a hermit.

"Master Zixuan, where is this?"

"This is the Zitian Cave where I am in seclusion and meditation. It is isolated from the world and no one will come to disturb it."

Isolated from the world?

Could it be that this is the legendary small world?

It is said that there are powerful people who possess the power to seize the sky and can tear a hole in the void to create a small world completely controlled by themselves.

Could it be that An Zixuan's strength has reached such a shocking level?

Shengyuan Demon Sect is indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden.

An Zixuan waved her hand, and a hot spring pool with steam suddenly appeared on the empty ground.

"You wash up first, I'll prepare a little and come in a while."

As soon as the voice fell, An Zixuan stepped into the void and disappeared without a trace.

At this point, Zhao Mu was too lazy to think about it.

He stretched and soaked in the hot spring naked. The hot spring water washed over his body, and he felt extremely comfortable.

The hot spring water was at least 80 or 90 degrees, almost boiling. Even ordinary foundation-building cultivators did not dare to soak in it directly.

But for Zhao Mu, who possessed the Red Sun Holy Body, the water temperature was just right.

It would not matter if it was even a little hotter.

Because the bath was so comfortable, Zhao Mu fell asleep in the hot spring pool without realizing it.

"Wake up."

After an unknown amount of time, An Zixuan's voice came and woke Zhao Mu up.

He suddenly realized that he had changed into a soft white fur robe and was lying on a large bed.

An Zixuan, wearing a light gauze feather dress, was standing by the bed.

She was wearing a light gauze feather dress, as pure and flawless as snow, and her slightly cold and arrogant eyes made her look unattainable, but she was only three feet away from Zhao Mu at this moment, and Zhao Mu could even count how many eyelashes she had.

Gulp.

Zhao Mu could not help swallowing his saliva.

In the morning, he vowed to get this woman.

As a result, he fulfilled his wish in the evening.

This efficiency was really ridiculously fast, which made Zhao Mu feel unrealistic.

"Saint Lady, I am not dreaming."

Zhao Mu rubbed his eyes and said.

An Zixuan didn't say anything, just stroked the air.

In an instant, Zhao Mu felt as if a mountain was pressing on him. His body couldn't hold on, and he fell on the bed with a flutter, unable to move at all.

It turned out that An Zixuan was not only the Saint of the Demon Sect, but also a Paladin!

Since he couldn't resist, he could only enjoy it.

Zhao Mu closed his eyes and waited for the Saint to come.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

He opened his eyes curiously and found that An Zixuan had disappeared, and a pair of twin sisters with cat ears appeared in front of him.

The twin cat girls looked exactly the same, and it was difficult to tell them apart, but their appearances were both stunning. Although not as good as An Zixuan, they were three points more beautiful than Chu Jiaoran, who was also a demon.

But Zhao Mu was confused.

Although these twin cat girls are also top-notch, where did they come from?

Where is the Saint?

Where is my Saint?

"Why is Junior Brother so depressed? Is it because we sisters are not pretty enough?" The two cat girls said in unison, even their aggrieved expressions were exactly the same, with no difference at all.

It feels like they were copied.

Strangely enough, Zhao Mu did not feel any breath of life from them.

Could it be... mechanical puppets?

Zhao Mu had heard that the Shengyuan Demon Sect had a unique skill called "Puppetry".

The puppets made by puppetry can be indistinguishable from the real thing, and look almost the same as real people, but they are actually puppets without souls, they only follow orders and have no self-awareness.

Zhao Mu suddenly realized.

She understood the intention of Saint An Zixuan.

She really needed Zhao Mu's red sun power.

But how could she, a noble and flawless Saint, go down in person?

Being able to get two beautiful catwoman puppets to extract the power of Chiyang is already a great favor to Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu, who understood this, became a little bitter and self-deprecating.

It was him. Even if he was a Chiyang Saint Body, he was only at the foundation-building stage. In the eyes of those truly powerful people, he was as insignificant as an ant.

Fortunately, Zhao Mu had long been accustomed to such blows. Moreover, he now had a system that could change his fate. This little humiliation was not taken seriously.

Zhao Mu smiled at the catwoman sisters: "How could it be? In the eyes of my junior brother, the two senior sisters are the most beautiful women in the world."

"Hehe, Junior Brother Zhao has a sweet mouth."

"It's just flowery words. There's no need to waste words with him. It's important to do business. The Saint only gave us one hour. If we delay too long, we won't be able to get the job done."

One hour?

An Zixuan, you underestimate me too much.

Zhao Mu had an idea. At this moment, An Zixuan might be monitoring the situation here somewhere. He had to perform well, as a rehearsal for their future wedding night.