High above the clouds floated an enchanting, hundred-meter-wide violet-red lotus. The divine light radiating from the lotus dyed the clouds for a hundred miles around in a bewitching violet-red hue.
Countless Female Cultivators hovered near the violet-red lotus.
These Female Cultivators were dressed in form-fitting silks, and their every move was filled with an alluring charm. Even the most famous courtesans of the mortal world couldn't compare to the coquettishness of any single one of them.
"I hear the Cold Sun Sword Immortal himself is leading the party to welcome us today."
"Mm, it seems the Xuanyuan Dao Sect is quite sincere. I didn't expect they could even persuade the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, who despises evil above all else... But I'm still scared. What if that Sword Immortal suddenly goes crazy and cuts us down?"
"It would be even better if he dared to attack. I heard that a while ago, that Sword Immortal's cultivation dropped from Divinity Transformation after he saved his Dao Companion. Now, he's only at the early-stage Nascent Soul.
The Sword Immortal now is definitely no match for us sisters. We could capture him and have some... fun with him~!"
A Nascent Soul Female Cultivator named Yan Yaoyao said this, a feverish blush creeping onto her face. She placed a finger on her lips, licking it lightly, as if the mere thought of that scene was exciting enough to make her hum.
"You slut, you want to plunder that Sword Immortal?! That would cause a war between the Xuanyuan Dao Sect and the Yin Yang Sacred Land!" someone frowned, seemingly not expecting her to be so bold.
Hearing this, Yan Yaoyao flicked open a folding fan with her delicate fingers, holding it in front of her and fanning gently.
"Who said I was going to plunder him? We don't have to use the technique of Seizing Yang to Replenish Yin. We can just enjoy carnal pleasure like mortals, can't we? As long as there's no damage to that Sword Immortal's Dao Foundation, the Xuanyuan Dao Sect naturally won't pursue the matter."
"You all must not have been on the battlefield of the great war between the Righteous Dao and the demonic factions to witness that Sword Immortal's splendor. After seeing that Sword Immortal's heroic bearing with my own eyes, my Dao Heart trembled. Every Cauldron Slave I've used since has felt utterly bland... It's gotten to the point where my cultivation hasn't broken through at all!
Sigh, one look at the Sword Immortal and I'm ruined for life."
Yan Yaoyao extended a slender, pale finger to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye, looking so pitiable it could stir compassion in anyone.
"That's right! And don't forget, who knows what got into that Sword Immortal back then, but he specifically hunted down and killed people from our Yin Yang Sacred Land on the battlefield. A lot of our sisters died at his hands.
Now that the Cold Sun Sword Immortal has been brought low, once we capture him, even if we can't kill him or seize his Yang Qi True Essence, we can just give him a good, hard fucking! That would count as revenge for our dead sisters!"
"That Sword Immortal always has that aloof, ascetic look, like he's severed all six desires. He's just begging to be fucked!"
Many of the Female Cultivators spoke with righteous indignation, all of them letting their little heads rule their big heads as they supported Yan Yaoyao's suggestion.
If that Sword Immortal dared to offend them in any way, they would absolutely capture him and fuck him senseless!
Among all the disciples of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, only one servant disciple with plain looks kept her composure. She wasn't lost in wild fantasies like the group of beautiful elders at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stages.
"Shui'Er, how can you be so calm? The elders are talking about capturing that Righteous Sword Immortal! Aren't you excited?" a fellow servant disciple asked her.
"So what if they capture him? You don't actually think a group of us disciples who've just reached Foundation Establishment will even get a sip of the soup, do you?"
Shui'Er shook her head and said with a faint smile.
"Even if we don't get a sip of the soup, it'll still be great to watch our elders in action. Maybe we can even learn a move or two..." the servant disciple said, but she couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice.
After all, their group of servant disciples was just here to do chores. Naturally, none of the benefits would fall into their hands.
Shui'Er paid no mind to the disappointment of the girl beside her. Her gaze was fixed ahead, where she could faintly see a brilliant golden light break through the clouds, piercing the violet-red haze like a sharp knife.
The welcoming party from the Xuanyuan Dao Sect, led by that Sword Immortal, had arrived!
The cries of dragons and phoenixes resounded through the heavens as a golden radiance parted the clouds, revealing a magnificent Spirit Ship floating upon the Cloud Sea.
A middle-aged, scholarly cultivator with the air of an immortal leaped down from the Spirit Ship. The clouds gathered beneath his feet, forming an Immortal Crane that caught him.
"Greetings to the Fairies of the Yin Yang Sacred Land. My name is Gao Peng. I have come today specifically to welcome you all to the Dao Sect for a visit."
As Gao Peng spoke, the closed violet-red lotus began to bloom, and a gorgeously dressed beauty ascended from its center.
The beauty clasped her fists and performed a proper salute to Gao Peng. Although her posture was graceful and elegant, the tight robes accentuated her exquisite figure, making her seem exceptionally enchanting. Her every move possessed more allure than even a brothel's top courtesan.
"Fan Ya has long admired Elder Gao's great name. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation."
"You flatter me, you flatter me. Fan Ya Fairy's cultivation has improved again, hasn't it? Breaking through to Divinity Transformation should be just around the corner."
Gao Peng silently chanted a Calming Spell while lowering his gaze, not daring to meet the eyes of the beauty before him.
He could sense that Fan Ya's cultivation was now higher than his own, and the Female Cultivators of the Yin Yang Sacred Land possessed an oppressive Commanding Power over male cultivators of a lower realm.
Even if she didn't use a Charm Technique and simply stood there, it was enough to make Gao Peng's heart race and his blood rush to his head.
If he were to reveal even the slightest unsightly behavior while speaking with Fan Ya, he would bring great shame upon the Xuanyuan Dao Sect.
'Thinking of this, Gao Peng felt a little resentful. 'Why isn't Pei Yuhang, the Sword Immortal leading the team, coming out to speak with their envoy himself?''
'Even if Pei Yuhang's cultivation is a little low right now, his tough Dao Heart, forged from having once reached Divinity Transformation, should be more than enough to face this group of troublesome demonesses properly.'
But Pei Yuhang wasn't coming out, and there was nothing Gao Peng could do. He could only bite the bullet, do his best to control his body's reactions, and maintain his composure while speaking with the envoy.
"Elder Gao, I have heard that the one leading the delegation this time is your sect's peerless Cold Sun Sword Immortal. This little lady has long admired that Sword Immortal's great name... Why not have him come out for a chat?"
Fan Ya said suddenly.
"Palace Master Pei has run into some problems with his cultivation recently and needs to recuperate in peace. He is cultivating on the Spirit Ship right now and it is inconvenient for him to appear.
However, Palace Master Pei knows this is impolite to you Fairies, so he has sent a gift. If any of the Fairies are skilled with a sword, you may accept it. Consider it a fortuitous opportunity."
Gao Peng recited the reason Pei Yuhang had prepared beforehand, then raised a hand and retrieved a simple, ancient wooden box from his Jiezhi Storage Ring.
He opened the wooden box. Inside lay a plain, unadorned Ancient Sword.
"This is the personal sword Palace Master Pei used all the way up to his Golden Core Stage tribulation. To this day, this sword has accompanied Palace Master Pei for a hundred years. Not only does it contain his understanding of Sword Intent, but the Treasure Sword itself has also developed a Spiritual Charm. It is not far from giving birth to a Sword Spirit."
With a crook of her elegant finger, the wooden box flew from Gao Peng's hands as if pulled by invisible threads.
Her fingertips caressed the cold body of the sword, then lingered on the hilt.
Faint, indelible fingerprints could be seen on the hilt. One could only wonder if its former master had swung it tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of times, to leave such permanent marks.
Then, Gao Peng froze.
Because before his very eyes, Fan Ya Fairy—who had been so proper and dignified since her appearance—had just put the fingers that were caressing the hilt into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, savoring the taste like a connoisseur enjoying a delicacy.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped the glistening moisture from her fingertip.
Fan Ya Fairy bowed toward the Spirit Ship.
"Thank you, Cold Sun Sword Immortal, for such a generous gift. Please forgive this little lady for being unprepared and unable to offer a gift in return."