Transmigrated Son-in-law

The flight to Hucheng was in the afternoon of the next day. Yang Xuan had a rough night with Lin Xuan while Lin Ya, who slept next door, did not sleep well. She still had dark circles under her eyes.    

    

Lin Ya was the only one who accompanied him to the airport in the afternoon.    

    

"Take good care of your sister. Don't be too hasty with your work. After the money you earn dies, you won't be able to take it away …"    

    

Before he left, Yang Xuan stood in front of Lin Ya and instructed her with a smile.    

    

"Alright, I understand."    

    

Lin Ya was slightly unhappy as she thought about her sister ….    

    

"Hehe …" Yang Xuan patted her shoulder, "Of course, you have to take care of yourself too. Dangerous costumes are better not filmed. The film and television companies are all our own, so we don't care about the money."    

    

"I'm not that delicate. I will prove it for all of you. I can be a good actor!"    

    

Lin Ya clenched her fists in dissatisfaction.    

    

"Well, a year from now, I hope you have a good work of art."    

    

With that, Yang Xuan walked into the security checkpoint.    

    

At night in the capital.    

    

The four of them met up at the hotel.    

    

In Zhao Wudao's room, he took out three Medicine Pill from a big belly bottle and gave them to the few of them.    

    

"When we entered the sect, we took this pill to recover our true qi one day to prevent any flaws from being discovered."    

    

Yang Xuan frowned and felt that this move was unnecessary.    

    

An Xin also looked at Zhao Wudao in confusion.    

    

"Both of you, don't look at me like that. Isn't it all because of you two dragging the Primordius Sect into this matter with your previous mission? Now, let the examination for the Xuanyuan Sect disciple ceremony become even stricter."    

    

"Don't worry, as long as we don't show it when we enter, they won't be able to tell."    

    

After Zhao Wudao explained, Yang Xuan finally understood.    

    

He had planted the seed himself, and now he was here to pay for it.    

    

Then, Zhao Wudao took out the "stimulant" developed by Professor Fang.    

    

"Professor Fang said that if this thing was called a tyrannical pill, its name wouldn't matter. Back then, when I said it was bad, I was even scolded by the old man."    

    

At this point, a simple smile appeared on the burly man's face.    

    

Even An Zhe, who was a little self-conscious, had a smile in his eyes.    

    

Yang Xuan's face raised an angle, as he had some respect for Zhao Wudao. His character was what natural leaders needed.    

    

Inadvertently, the distance between the four of them shrank as he spoke.    

    

Each of them received four Tyrant Energy Pills and then returned to their own room.    

    

Daybreak, the four of them officially set off.    

    

The Xuanyuan Sect was located at a large mountain range in Zhong Shan.    

    

Hsing Ming had already arranged for reinforcements to be here.    

    

The man covered his face as he looked at Yang Xuan and Zhao Wudao.    

    

He then pointed to a secret realm ahead.    

    

"If you encounter anything, do not change your direction. If you continue forward, you will arrive at the disciple ceremony."    

    

Zhao Wudao thanked him and the four of them continued forward.    

    

Yang Xuan silently took out the pill and consumed it. The others also followed his actions.    

    

Very quickly, a large mist covered his face, huge lightning bolts were falling, and the roars of tigers and dragons could be heard.    

    

All of this was just a trick of the Xuanyuan Sect. If it wasn't for Hsing Ming arranging people to assist them, it would have taken some effort for the four of them to get in.    

    

The sect's secret world restriction was to prevent Secular World from intruding into one of the societies, and it was also one of the "rules".    

    

However, if such a "rule" were to be described in detail, ordinary people who could only defend against Secular World would not be able to stop Martial Cultivator.    

    

This was equivalent to a lock that could not be locked. It could only be locked on a gentleman, but not on a villain.    

    

… ….    

    

After going through a lot of deceptive tricks, Yang Xuan and the others' eyes turned dark.    

    

"Continue walking forward..."    

    

Yang Xuan took the lead without any delay.    

    

He was the strongest out of the four of them, so it was only right for him to take the lead.    

    

All of a sudden, the light of day appeared before their eyes, so bright that one couldn't even open one's eyes.    

    

Closer and closer …    

    

The few of them finally touched that ray of light, and everything before their eyes suddenly became clear.    

    

A massive manor appeared in front of his eyes.    

    

In front of the manor, there were over a thousand steps. On both sides of the gate, there were carvings of flood dragons and white tigers. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and were extremely terrifying.    

    

The gate was a dozen or so battles high, the secular world would not be able to leave such a large gate.    

    

Below the manor, there was a huge open area.    

    

At this moment, over a hundred people had gathered, and their voices were boiling. They were all people who had come to participate in the disciple ceremony.    

    

Amongst them, there were the disciples of underworld clans and the disciples of small sects who came to seek an opportunity.    

    

All in all, those who were able to come here had some background. Otherwise, they would be secular people with heaven-defying luck and heaven's chosen children who had obtained opportunities to cultivate.    

    

Yang Xuan signaled Zhao Wudao and the other two with his eyes. The three of them nodded slightly and then split up.    

    

Yang Xuan blended into the crowd and curiously patted on the shoulder of the guy beside him when he saw the crowd poking their heads out to see what it was.    

    

"Bro, what are you guys looking at?"    

    

The person had an ordinary appearance and a smile on his face. He seemed to be an extremely good-natured youth.    

    

He laughed, "I heard someone say that everyone wants to see the famous Xuanyuan Sect goddess, Yan Churou. Before she even comes out, everyone is already looking around."    

    

"So that's how it is."    

    

He didn't have much interest in any goddess.    

    

Firstly, the women around him were many times more beautiful, and even their aesthetic beauty was somewhat fatigued. However, it was unlikely that they would pounce on a beautiful woman the moment they saw her.    

    

Secondly, he was eager to enter the sect, so he didn't enjoy the feeling of being in a good mood.    

    

If he were to fail on the first step, it would really be too embarrassing for Lying Dragon.    

    

Yang Xuan secretly sized up the surrounding crowd and found that most of them were in the 1st level of Refinement.    

    

For example, the guy he talked to just now was at the 1st level of the Refinement Realm, and he had just reached the Nascent Realm.    

    

The flowers that were blooming on the stone steps were about to bloom. Finally, the door on the stone steps slowly opened.    

    

The two groups of people walked out first and stood on opposite sides of the stairs.    

    

It was obvious that these people were ordinary disciples, and no one paid any attention to them.    

    

After that, four people walked out from the inside, men and women half facing each other.    

    

"Damn, the goddess has appeared …"    

    

Yan Churou... I've finally seen him in person! "    

    

"I heard that she is already at the third level of the Foundation Establishment stage, and is still so young …"    

    

Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at the surrounding men as they praised him.    

    

One of the young women was dressed in white, her hair tied back in a bun. Her face was plain, and her facial features were impeccable. Moreover, under the contrast of her white clothes, she gave off a feeling of an immortal.    

    

However, although this woman's appearance was very outstanding, her face was frosty, as if someone owed her a few hundred dollars. Perhaps, this was the so-called Fairy of Ice.    

    

Yang Xuan didn't care that much and shifted his gaze slightly. Beside Yan Churou, there was a woman who was not inferior to her.    

    

The only difference was that he looked less aloof and arrogant, and more like a smoker.    

    

Compared to Yan Churou, this person's attire was much worse.    

    

He was wearing a white robe with a beautiful face.    

    

However, her appearance was indeed not that great. She jumped up and down the stairs, looking extremely relaxed and comfortable, just like a village girl jumping off a rope.    

    

"Is this senior sister Wai Yunuo? "He doesn't look like a cultivator …"    

    

"I feel like a woman …"    

    

"Shh, if you let her hear you, she'll be in trouble!"    

    

The guys beside Yang Xuan discussed in a low voice. Yang Xuan looked at the woman called Wai Yunuo again and nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with the crazy woman's evaluation.    

    

Yang Xuan remembered that Zhao Wudao had said before that under the Xuanyuan Sect, there were four sub-schools.