Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Looking up, not far behind the village, the vaguely visible, towering mountain gate is the gate of the Wuji Sect, one of the major sects in the world of immortality that is almost as famous as the Xuantian Sect.

However, for some unknown reason, the surroundings of this Wuji Sect, including this Wuji Village, were faintly filled with an indescribable strange aura.

This kind of breath was already noticed when Xiang Xing and Gong Xuanyue stepped into the realm of Wuji Sect.

The man even explained to the little guy that this strange aura, in all likelihood, came from the demon world.

In addition, during the forty-nine years when Xiang Xing was recovering from his injury, Gong Xuanyue did vaguely hear some rumors about the recent infestation of the Promise Sect by monsters when he was loitering outside.

Now, combined with what Qing Luan said, Feng Ling's tail feathers are left behind.

The man sneered helplessly.

I'm afraid there is a connection between the two.

...

Nonetheless, according to the unwritten rules of the Xiu Xian world, if the three of them want to conduct an investigation under the command of the Wuji sect, they must obtain the permission of the Wuji sect.

When he learned about this rule before, Xiang Xing couldn't hold back and glanced at Gong Xuanyue blankly.

Too bad.

With A Yue's reputation in the world of immortality...will the head of the Promise Sect really give him face?

Listening to Ya Ya, the old man Wuyuan Xianzun, the head of the Promise Sect, is also an old man who is addicted to alcohol.

A Yue even stole a lot of his fine wine...

If they just went up to say hello in such a big way, they would be almost driven away by the old man with a whisk!

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt dizzy.

But the man doesn't seem to mind.

"Don't worry~ Your husband, I have been wandering outside for thousands of years, and there is no place I can go to~"

Gong Xuanyue smiled recklessly, and in front of Xiang Xing, he pointed his finger at him.

Afterwards, he raised his delicate brows proudly, posing as if he was thinking about it.

"This deity will definitely let the passive old man use it, please invite us in~"

...

After thinking about it, the little guy nibbled at the candied gourd bought at the entrance of the village, followed the man obediently, and walked into the Wuji Village.

Before they took two steps forward, they saw a group of small spiritual cultivators dressed as Promise Sect disciples, carrying all kinds of magic weapons, hurriedly flying above the village with swords, heading towards the south of the village.

The leader was a handsome high-level disciple, and Xiang Xing even had some impressions of him.

This one seems to be one of Xia Ling's harem groups in the original plot.

Although she didn't have the heart to remember his name.

After the group of spiritual practitioners gradually flew away, Gong Xuanyue led the two little guys to a pancake stand on the street of the village.

After buying a large piece of pan-fried scallion pancake for each of the two little guys, he smiled slyly, pretending to be very casual and asking the owner of the pancake stall who was watching the excitement.

"Master, that group of immortals is in a hurry, what happened nearby?"

"Ah? Immortal?"

The uncle of the pancake pan looked at the young couple who were wearing extremely luxurious and luxurious clothes this month, as well as the very plump and plump little doll.

Knowing that these three were just ordinary wealthy people passing by, they smiled and explained enthusiastically while continuing to spread pancakes.

"Hey, this son, you don't know something, those few are not immortals, they are spiritual practitioners who worship in the Wuji sect of the cultivator sect~"