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Because Heavenly Master Su Yang was returning to his cave abode today, all more than ten children in the Pharmacy were brought out together.

Some of the children had only just been delivered here and had never even seen their master’s face.

Hearing that Heavenly Master Su Yang had returned, they couldn’t help getting excited.

“If I behave well in the Pharmacy, the steward brother said Master will take me as a named disciple!”

“Then he’ll definitely take me. I’ve been the best-behaved one; I haven’t said a single word these past few days.”

“Is Master really an immortal? What does he look like?”

Just like yesterday, the dao boy led the way in front.

After winding through the cave passages, they arrived at Drunken Breeze.

Drunken Breeze was enormous, and the cave ceiling was high as well; it could hold hundreds of people.

Wavering candlelight flickered around them, but it still gave the place a gloomy, sinister air.

The cave was thick with incense smoke.

Yan Jue looked up toward the front. A huge alchemy furnace stood before her.

Near the rock wall was an exquisite building.

The building had three stories; on the top floor, a person could be faintly seen.

A Taoist with white hair and a childlike face sat there in a dazzling purple robe, every inch the transcendent immortal, sleeves drifting with an otherworldly bearing.

Yan Jue looked up at him and frowned slightly.

The outfit of this Heavenly Master Su Yang was exactly the same as the clothing worn by the Qingyu Taoist Temple daoist she and the others had seen at the inn in Nanxing Town that day.

The daoist had his eyes closed, silently reciting some incantation.

“His body is suffused with golden light, covering and reflecting my own…”

“…"

Yan Jue was still watching when a dao boy behind her suddenly shoved her shoulder. “Stand properly.”

The children, who had been scattered only moments ago, were already standing in neat rows under the dao boy’s arrangement.

Yan Jue counted them; there were probably more than forty children in this cave. For some reason, there were fewer than she had expected.

Su Yang suddenly opened his eyes and pointed his long, slender finger toward the shivering boy in the deepest part of the cave. “It’s time to refine pills; bring up the medicinal boy.”

Yan Jue froze. So this Heavenly Master had been out for days and hadn’t even come back until now, only to start refining pills the moment he returned?

And what did “bring up the medicinal boy” mean?

She saw several dao boys walk over, seize the arm of the little boy on the far left, and drag him to the alchemy furnace.

The little boy screamed in fear. “I don’t want to!”

Su Yang smiled. “My disciple, don’t be afraid. If you help Master refine pills, you can become an immortal child.”

Someone had already gone to the Pharmacy to fetch the ingredients.

The dao boy muttered under his breath, “Jade marrow lingzhi, Seven-Star Grass, Bodhi Flower…”

“The final ingredient is a child’s heart!” The boy was shoved forward again toward the alchemy furnace.

Yan Jue was stunned.

This Heavenly Master Su Yang actually wanted to use these children as medicine leads!

Truly a vicious, poisonous demonic cult technique…

With a boom, the top of the alchemy furnace opened on cue, and within it could faintly be seen herbs burned black by the furnace fire, and beneath the herbs… writhing black worms.

The medicinal materials were thrown in by the handful.

Expressionless, the dao boy pushed the boy into the furnace. Terrified, the boy screamed and suddenly grabbed the dao boy’s arm.

The dao boy frowned slightly. This was beyond what he had expected.

In an instant, his pupils turned pitch-black.

Thin worms actually began crawling out of his eye sockets.

The worms crawled onto the boy’s hand, opened their mouths, and bit down hard.

Blood splashed everywhere. The boy cried out in agony and jerked his hand back, nearly falling into the furnace.

At that very moment, a streak of blue light flashed. Something landed in front of the furnace and exploded instantly!

Spiritual energy seemed to ripple through the air; amidst the deafening blast, waves of thunder power spread rapidly in all directions.

The Taoist on the building abruptly opened his eyes. “There are spies!”

The words had barely fallen when a little girl, only five or six years old, suddenly leapt out from the crowd and ran toward the alchemy furnace at lightning speed.

The girl’s skin was snow-white, her black hair and blue eyes strikingly vivid, her body astonishingly agile.

Su Yang’s expression remained blank. He brought two fingers together and swept them upward toward the sky. “Wuran, kill her.”

The vacant-eyed little dao boy sprang into motion and appeared in front of Xue Shuangxing in a single flash.

Xue Shuangxing of the Beast Taming Pavilion formed hand seals, and the necklace around her neck flashed gold.

A great tiger-hound appeared before her with righteous might, its two paws landing on the ground with a violent tremor.

The tiger-hound roared heavenward and pounced at the dao boy.

Blood suddenly poured from the dao boy’s eyes. A vast swarm of worms surged out, flapping their tiny wings as they flew toward the tiger-hound.

Xue Shuangxing swung the black python whip in her hand.

With a crisp crack, just like when she had dealt with the ghostfire fireflies that day, all the tiny insects in the air were knocked down!

The dao boy named Wuran stood motionless where he was, both hands making seals into a bizarre shape.

Above him, ghostly figures suddenly appeared.

It was actually a child-shaped vengeful spirit! The spirit looked to be five or six years old, dressed in a worn dark-blue daoist robe, its eyes bleeding tears of blood!

Xue Shuangxing silently recited something.

The tiger-hound instantly grew to twice a man’s height, opened its bloody maw, and actually bit the vengeful spirit cleanly in half!

Xue Shuangxing leapt onto the tiger-hound’s back and drew the black python whip again.

That whip should have been a magical treasure; as it lashed through the air, a dragon’s roar rang out, and golden light flashed.

The long whip fell, and the dao boy named Wuran was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Xue Shuangxing: “The vast primordial void, at the dawn of the great calamity, now near, now far, sometimes sinking, sometimes floating!”

Suddenly, faint blue light lit up all around them. On the stone beneath their feet, intricate inscriptions seemed to begin turning and flowing.

This cave really did have formations set against it.

But last night Xue Shuangxing had already broken that restriction.

The medium-sized teleportation array Qi Xianqing had given her was finally able to open smoothly.

Su Yang shouted angrily, flicked his horsetail whisk, and actually leapt down from the three-story building, rushing toward Xue Shuangxing.

Xue Shuangxing looked at her coldly; the long whip in her hand suddenly expanded into a pitch-black shield.

Yan Jue’s pupils contracted slightly.

Spirit-Summoning Art.

She could actually witness the complete Spirit-Summoning Art here.

Su Yang’s cultivation clearly hadn’t yet reached the necessary level, or perhaps Xue Shuangxing’s immortal technique was simply too overpowering; his entire body slammed into the shield and was knocked flying.

Xue Shuangxing formed a seal with her left hand, then swept her right hand through empty air. In the next instant, all more than forty children in the cave vanished at once!

-

The cave suddenly became very quiet.

The daoist in the purple robe stood in the middle of the open ground, staring blankly at everything before him.

He muttered, “They’re gone, all gone!”

Su Yang: “Could it be that I’ve already drawn the attention of the righteous immortal sects? They… they actually sent cultivators to sneak into the cave!”

Su Yang paced back and forth around the alchemy furnace, his expression frenzied. “There haven’t been any signs for five whole years. Could it be that I was too high-profile?”

Yan Jue panted hard, crouched in the cave’s dark corner, and secretly stole a look. She saw Heavenly Master Su Yang standing not far away in front of the alchemy furnace, his face already twisted with rage.

…

She and Qi Xianqing hadn’t left.

Because this time, they were not only here to rescue the children; they also wanted to investigate the person behind Qingyu Taoist Temple.

So when the formation activated just now, the two of them stayed behind.

Su Yang: “That’s not right, this—”

Before he could finish, he suddenly heard a clear voice behind him. “Master, Master! Why did they all disappear? They’re not going to be good fortune boys anymore?”

Su Yang had originally assumed all of his children had been rescued by those damned immortal sect disciples. Then, out of the blue, he saw Yan Jue slowly crawl out from the shadows.

Under the dim light, the girl had red lips and white teeth, her hair in complete disarray, making her look somewhat bedraggled.

Su Yang stared for a long moment, then was overjoyed. “You didn’t leave?”

Yan Jue shook her head blankly. “Leave? Leave where? No one came to call me just now…”

Su Yang beckoned to her. “Come here; let Master have a look.”

Yan Jue got up from the ground.

She had the mystical power of the Heaven-Bending, Earth-Transforming talisman from the technique Thousand Transformations. Though it was an illusion technique, this was the master of Qi Xianqing, a great cultivator at the eighth realm, the Spirit-Forming Realm; it was a mystical power stored within Immortal Lady Yun Zhen’s token card.

Mystical powers also differed in depth and strength. Immortal techniques from an eighth-realm expert were not something cultivators below the sixth realm could easily see through.

Su Yang touched her shoulder, then pointed to the unsightly corpse of the dao boy on the ground. “My Wuran is gone…”

Yan Jue guessed these dao boys were probably this Heavenly Master Su Yang’s trusted inner circle or something of the sort.

These children imprisoned in the Pharmacy were not only materials for refining pills; they might also be Heavenly Master Su Yang’s reserve pool of talent.

And his lackeys, the dao boys, were selected from that pool of talent.

After all, every sect had to continuously replenish talent.

Su Yang studied Yan Jue’s face carefully, then suddenly slapped her shoulder hard, revealing a mouthful of ferocious black teeth. “Now I only have you. You’re being promoted out of turn to dao boy!”

Yan Jue froze, and joy gradually filled her eyes.

“…"

Su Yang: “Well? Aren’t you happy?”

Yan Jue pressed her lips together and said timidly, “Could Master promote my brother to dao boy too? My brother didn’t get out either…”

She looked at Heavenly Master Su Yang with utter innocence.

Su Yang was stunned for a moment; then his eyes flashed with wild delight. “What? There are others who didn’t get out? Excellent. Where is your brother?”

Yan Jue pointed behind her, and a handsome little boy slowly walked out from the shadows of the cave.

Su Yang’s eyes lit up. “There are actually two left. And one of them is a boy!”

Yan Jue knelt down and said, “Master, please also take my brother…”

Su Yang smiled. “Anyway, my Qingyu Taoist Temple is still short on children recently, and Wuran, the one most loyal to me, has already died at the hands of the righteous immortal sect. The two of you… do have some immortal affinity. Better to stay by your master’s side and be a golden boy and jade girl, wouldn’t that be nice?”

Yan Jue was delighted. “Yes, thank you, Master!”

-

“My daoist name is Su Yang. I come from a great Taoist temple on the northwestern border…”

After the brisk and efficient disciple-taking ceremony ended, Su Yang began introducing the origins of Qingyu Taoist Temple to the two children.

“Since you’re by your master’s side, of course I won’t treat you unfairly. If you perform well…” Su Yang took something from the Qiankun Bag at his waist: two pills veined with red blood threads. “I’ll reward you with immortal medicine. This immortal medicine can help a person advance their cultivation; it is extraordinarily rare!”

Yan Jue looked at the pill in Su Yang’s hand and frowned slightly.

The pill was covered in red filaments, and a faint bloody scent could be smelled. It even seemed as if something black were writhing inside.

This was the power of the demonic cult.

If cultivators didn’t want to follow the normal path of cultivation, they would often choose the demonic cult route.

That was the shortcut.

The demonic cult often used extremely cruel methods to cultivate techniques and refine pills.

They let a person’s cultivation rise in a short period of time.

For example, that vacant-eyed dao boy Wuran from earlier. Though he was very young, he was already at the second realm, maybe even the third realm, and could even summon vengeful spirits.

The horror of it was obvious.

Yan Jue lowered her gaze and smiled. “Thank you, Master!”

Heavenly Master Su Yang looked at the pile of corpses and shook his head. “As expected, the righteous immortal sect has already come to our door, hahaha. But they don’t know I still have a backup plan.”

Qi Xianqing stared at her, her face darkening.

Heavenly Master Su Yang waved a hand, and the dao robes on the dead dao boy were stripped away. He casually tossed them to Yan Jue. “From now on, you’ll be the dao boy by my side! Go change into them now, then go to the Pharmacy and count how many medicinal materials are inside.”

Yan Jue froze.

There’s more?

Su Yang: “Hmm?”

Yan Jue swallowed and asked stiffly, “Master, but weren’t they all taken away by the big bad people?”

The child spoke with innocent naïveté, clearly taking the righteous immortal sect people for villains; that wording greatly pleased Su Yang as well. The daoist smiled and stroked her head with his long, slender fingers. “Master still has more. Master still has materials.”

“Just by the route we came from, take the third path on the left. There’s a Change Medicine Pavilion; go count how many people are in there, quickly!”

Yan Jue didn’t dare delay. “Yes.” She took the robe and turned to leave.

Only then did Su Yang slowly turn around, carefully examining the little boy before him, whose eyes were lowered and who looked obedient. He reached out one hand, gently took the boy’s small hand, and pulled him close. “Let Master tell you about the old affairs of Qingyu Taoist Temple.”

Qi Xianqing felt the heat from Su Yang’s hand and barely visibly furrowed her brow. “Yes.”

-

After changing into that majestic and imposing purple dao robe, Yan Jue quickly found the Pharmacy Su Yang Heavenly Master had mentioned.

The moment she opened the door, a rotten stench drifted out.

Yan Jue froze. Sure enough, the Pharmacy was full of children lying there densely packed.

It turned out that the villages on Luoyun Mountain were not only Xiaoxing Village.

Heavenly Master Su Yang had also been sweeping up children from other villages.

Although many people had gathered in Drunken Breeze today, it still wasn’t everyone.

With a solemn expression, Yan Jue moved among the children and silently counted them.

There were 56 people in total.

These children were all thin and yellow-faced; some wore longevity locks around their necks, some had bibs hanging from them, and some were even clutching a cuju ball in their hands.

As Yan Jue passed a little boy, he suddenly grabbed her sleeve. “Immortal child sister… wuwuwu, when can we become good fortune boys?”

Yan Jue sighed and looked down at the black-skinned little boy. “Whoever performs best gets to be a good fortune boy.”

The boy’s eyes lit up. He grinned foolishly and said, “Okay! I’ll work hard and perform well!”

Yan Jue then closed the door and returned to Drunken Breeze to report the numbers to Heavenly Master Su Yang.

Heavenly Master Su Yang pondered for a moment. “Although the number is less, it’s still enough to use as a meeting gift for Young Master Sun.”

Who was Young Master Sun?

That question got stuck in Yan Jue’s throat in the end, but she still didn’t ask.

After all, she was only a child right now. Asking too much would only make this demonic daoist suspicious.

Yan Jue: “Master, you’re amazing. These villages are all haunted by fierce ghosts, yet you were able to capture them.”

She had been locked in the Pharmacy for more than ten days and had never seen this master before. Once they met, she couldn’t help blurting out all sorts of things; she really did look like an innocent little girl.

Heavenly Master Su Yang laughed. “Rather than saying I’m impressive, it would be more accurate to say the fierce ghosts I’ve raised are impressive. Over the years, I’ve raised many fierce ghosts. First I release the ghosts into the villages, then I go out to exorcise them, and then I can obtain those medicinal materials.”

As expected, Qi Xianqing had guessed correctly.

The fierce ghosts in Xiaoxing Village had indeed been released by Heavenly Master Su Yang.

Heavenly Master Su Yang suddenly thought of something and looked again at the corpse of the dead dao boy. With a sweep of his right hand, a glittering glass vial in the dao boy’s sleeve flew into Heavenly Master Su Yang’s hand.

The glass vial shimmered with a faint gold color, and a town-ghost talisman was pasted in the center.

The Heavenly Master: “Since I’ve taken you two as disciples today, I don’t have any gift to give you. I’ll give you the thing on Wuran instead.”

Yan Jue: “What is this?”

Su Yang: “You really don’t know anything. The thing inside this glass vial is a headless ghost, a vengeful soul refined from one of the deepest resentments after I severed countless heads. As long as you recite the incantation, you can command it!”

Yan Jue suddenly remembered the female ghost without a head that she had seen on Lady Fang’s belly in the Fang residence that day; it seemed to have been a headless ghost too.

Looking at the wreckage around him, Heavenly Master Su Yang muttered to himself, “My disciples, go clean up this empty space. Tomorrow, a friend of mine will come here; I’ll need to make preparations.”

Yan Jue: “Yes.”

Suddenly, Qi Xianqing beside her spoke. “Master, this disciple wants to return to Qingyu Taoist Temple.”

As expected of the most respectful disciple, Qi Xianqing’s “Master” was full of feeling; Su Yang was very pleased by it.

The daoist: “Once you two perform well, I’ll naturally take you back to Qingyu Taoist Temple. You don’t need to worry too much about that.”

“Tonight our cave abode will be welcoming an important guest.” Su Yang said, “You two will help me prepare properly first.”

-

After Heavenly Master Su Yang left, Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing stayed behind to slowly clean up.

To avoid exposing themselves, the two did not talk much.

Yan Jue knew that unlike the six great immortal sects, a small Taoist temple like Qingyu Taoist Temple found it very difficult to recruit disciples.

The reason was simple: the children with good aptitude had all been taken away by the six great immortal sects, and the ones left behind were all the dregs.

Even so, there were still countless small sects in this world competing for new blood.

That was also why the death of a dao boy so loyal to Qingyu Taoist Temple could leave Su Yang so heartbroken.

Qingyu Taoist Temple did not want children whose aptitude was too poor, yet it also had no children whose aptitude was too good.

The Thousand Transformations talismans Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing were using would only conceal most of their cultivation; what they now displayed was only the first layer of Qi Refinement, but for Qingyu Taoist Temple, that was still rare enough.

So Heavenly Master Su Yang had accepted them both as “medicinal child” disciples without a word.

After Xue Shuangxing’s disturbance just now, the cave had become especially quiet, and Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing quickly cleaned Drunken Breeze up.

As for the guest Su Yang had mentioned, they could only wait until tomorrow to find out.

-

Very soon, it was the night of the next day.

Suyang Immortal Mansion welcomed a guest.

Yan Jue stood respectfully by Heavenly Master Su Yang’s side, playing the role of a tool person. In the light not far away, an old man slowly walked into the cave.

Heavenly Master Su Yang stood up, cupped his hands toward the old man, and smiled. “Brother Sun, how have you been lately?”

The old man cursed, “Back then you ignored my objections and forcibly took over my cave abode. Now that something has happened, the first person you look for is me. You damn old priest!”

Yan Jue froze.

This old man had white hair and beard; at first glance, he looked no different from any ordinary elder.

He wore a white undershirt, but his eyes were a terrifying red.

Six human hands extended from his sleeves, hanging down at his sides.

This old man actually had six hands.

A spider spirit. The words popped into Yan Jue’s mind.

As the old man approached, a powerful sense of pressure spread out like ten thousand elephants pressing down overhead, making one’s neck feel so heavy it could hardly lift.

Yan Jue keenly sensed the demonic aura radiating from him; he was at least at the fourth realm.

Su Yang slowly said, “I’ve also realized my mistake. Isn’t that why I’m planning to return this cave abode to you?”

“I can’t stay in the southwest region anymore. Anyway, I’ve already refined plenty of immortal pills over the years. Now that the six great immortal sects haven’t acted yet, it wouldn’t be too late to return to Qingyu Taoist Temple first.”

The spider spirit: “When will the Demon Lord return?”

Demon Lord? Yan Jue pricked up her ears.

Su Yang: “Back when the war between immortals and demons broke out, the Demon Lord was seriously injured and is currently hiding in the Demon Realm to recover. It’s probably because the heavenly tribulation is about to descend that he hasn’t informed us of his exact location yet. We only know he’s in the Chalk Mountain area. There are the most resentful souls there, and the resentful energy is overwhelming; it’s even more favorable for his recuperation. Within these ten years, the Demon Lord will surely descend into the world!”

“Back then, the demonic path failed at the last moment. This time, when the Demon Lord returns, he will certainly catch those righteous cultivators off guard.”

The six-armed old man snorted. “Aren’t you afraid of repeating the mistakes of a thousand years ago? And if the righteous cultivators win again this time, they surely won’t spare the Demon Realm a second time.”

Su Yang smiled. “We’ve already sent people to persuade the demon race to join hands with the Demon Realm.”

“If we obtain the demon race’s aid, the demonic path will undoubtedly be victorious; by then, this mortal world will turn upside down.”

The demon race. Yan Jue’s eyelid twitched.

She remembered that in the novel’s plot, the demon race ultimately betrayed humanity; perhaps from here onward, there had already been omens.

The spider spirit asked, “Who was the one who broke into the cave and gave you trouble this time?”

“I saw that girl using a whip, and that giant tiger. It’s probably the Beast Taming Pavilion.”

The spider spirit: “The Beast Taming Pavilion actually came all the way here to catch you! I wonder if Five Dragons Sect knows about this?”

“Five Dragons Sect probably doesn’t know. If they did, they would’ve come long ago, wouldn’t they? You know perfectly well how crafty the immortal sects are. On the surface, they act harmonious, but in private, there’s no shortage of open and hidden struggle!”

“True…”

The spider spirit asked, “When are you leaving?”

Su Yang slowly said, “I’ll take my two newly accepted disciples back today.”

“This time I’ve also prepared another sixty or so children for you; they’re all in the Change Medicine Pavilion. Consider it a little token of thanks for occupying your cave abode all these years.”

When the spider spirit heard Su Yang say this, the gloomy look on his face finally gave way to a trace of a smile. “You’re finally reliable for once.”

Su Yang laughed. “After you absorb the yang energy of those children, your cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds!”

“The demon race and the demonic path were originally one family!”

Yan Jue: “…"

Speechless. If you wanted to say demonic path, then say demonic path; why bring the demon race into it?

Qi Xianqing is still listening here.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Yan Jue roughly understood what sort of situation Su Yang and this spider spirit were in.

This cave abode had originally been the cultivation cave of a spider spirit on Luoyun Mountain.

Five years ago, Su Yang came here, forcibly occupied the spider spirit’s cave abode, and drove him out.

Of course, when he drove the spider spirit out, he didn’t shortchange him either. He was quite good at putting on a human face—every year, he would send a portion of the boys and girls he had plundered from the other villages to the spider spirit.

And this Heavenly Master Su Yang, together with the Qingyu Taoist Temple behind him, really did have an inseparable connection to the demonic path!

Yan Jue was listening when Qi Xianqing’s voice suddenly came into her ear. “The information is sufficient. Just now, a message came through Master’s token, and we can leave.”

Yan Jue instinctively looked up at Qi Xianqing.

She had not expected Qi Xianqing to be so bold as to transmit a message right here.

Originally, when the Administrative Hall sent Qi Xianqing down the mountain, it was to find useful information as far as possible while ensuring her own safety. The main task was still rescue.

Now that they had obtained such important information, Qi Xianqing’s meaning should be that they could retreat safely?

Qi Xianqing’s voice followed, sounding as though she were weighing something. “I’m considering whether to kill the demon first, or…”

Yan Jue’s eyelid jumped.

At the same time, the spider spirit raised his gaze and swept it across the Fang siblings behind Heavenly Master Su Yang for a moment. “The two new disciples you took this time are quite handsome.”

Su Yang looked displeased. “Isn’t it because that righteous cultivator killed my most loyal disciple Wuran? These two disciples count as reaping a blessing from misfortune.”

“Fang Hu!”

Yan Jue’s brow moved as she looked toward Qi Xianqing.

Qi Xianqing’s face was as still as deep water. She took a step forward. “What does Master need?”

Su Yang looked at her, a smile appearing on his face. “You… are you male or female?”

Yan Jue’s brain buzzed, and her whole body stiffened reflexively. Male or female? What did that mean? Could it be that he had heard the transmission between the two of them just now…

Qi Xianqing looked at Su Yang’s bloodshot red eyes and curved her lips slightly. In a light voice, she said, “To answer Master, Fang Hu is a boy.”

Su Yang’s voice was very gentle. “Come here and let Master take a look, see whether you’re really a boy.”

The spider spirit smiled broadly and shook his head. “You, old habit again! I can’t be bothered watching you torture children here. I’ll go inside and set up the furnace first.”

As he spoke, his body began to swell slowly.

His black, copper-like body gradually burst through the undershirt, and the six bizarre hands also grew long and thin, supporting him on the ground as he transformed into a gigantic spider and quickly crawled deeper into the cave.

The surrounding light was dim.

Qi Xianqing: “Can’t Master just look like this?”

Su Yang stared tightly at Fang Hu’s clean and delicate little face. “Let me feel under you and see whether you’re the real thing… Don’t worry, if you satisfy Master, I’ll spoil you.”

Now Yan Jue finally understood what Su Yang was.

What nonsense Taoist priest? He was clearly a fellow with a taste for male affection!

Yan Jue stared tightly at Qi Xianqing, only to see Qi Xianqing walk expressionlessly over to Su Yang’s side.

Su Yang’s eyes turned even redder with excitement as he reached out his long fingers toward Qi Xianqing.

This Heavenly Master Su Yang was actually a pervert! Yan Jue frowned slightly.

Seeing Qi Xianqing’s indifferent expression, Yan Jue was suddenly a little unsure what she meant.

The more one knew about the enemy, the better; could it be that Qi Xianqing wanted to endure humiliation and stay hidden by Su Yang’s side? Was she crazy?

But that Thousand Transformations immortal art was only an illusion technique.

If the daoist made a scene like this, wouldn’t Qi Xianqing’s identity be exposed?

Qi Xianqing stood before Su Yang, her clear eyes lifting slightly as she stared at him.

Su Yang stood up and hooked his finger into the boy’s belt, loosening it.

The boy was very thin, very frail; exactly the type Su Yang liked.

Su Yang tugged at his sash and slowly pulled it inward, faintly revealing the snow-white skin beneath.

His breathing grew faster, and then he saw… a pitch-black…

In the next instant, he suddenly widened his eyes and met those clear peach blossom eyes.

A pitch-black longsword burst from its sheath in the flash of lightning and flint, carrying a sharp gale as it tore through the air.

Blue light blazed like candlelight.

It stabbed straight into his chest!

TL Note:

dao boy = a Taoist temple novice or attendant.

good fortune boy (善财童子) = a Buddhist child attendant from lore; here it’s a euphemism for a child chosen for service.