Chapter 0: 26. Li Yuanzhen of the Sword Questioning Sect
“You wench, are you still planning to sleep in the same bed as me?” Qin Gou’s eyes widened in shock.
Yi Chengying nodded like a pecking hen, saying with utmost seriousness, “Of course. Now that Little Chair is the Cult Master’s wife, wouldn’t it arouse suspicion if I didn’t sleep with Lord Qin?”
As she spoke, as if remembering something else, Yi Chengying quickly patted her chest and vowed, “Lord Qin, please rest assured, Little Chair will absolutely behave. I definitely won’t use flimsy excuses like ‘I’ll just lick it, not move’ at night to grope Lord Qin and tarnish your purity. After all, Lord Qin is the Palace Lord’s Dao Companion alone, how could Little Chair dare to mess around?”
“What do you mean by ‘you’ll behave and not mess around’?” Qin Gou’s expression startled. He was clearly worried that he would sleepwalk and subconsciously touch the cute girl in front of him, but Little Chair had completely stolen his lines.
“What I mean is, Little Chair guarantees I won’t lose control of my desires and spare even Lord Qin,” Yi Chengying said with a serious expression on her little face.
Qin Gou opened his mouth and suddenly realized. He had almost forgotten, Little Chair came from the Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace, her thought process was completely different from ordinary female cultivators in the Cultivation World. In her eyes, a man and a woman sleeping together in the same bed, the one who should be truly afraid and panicked should be Qin Gou, not herself.
“Let’s forget it. I’ll go rest in the Main Hall tonight,” Qin Gou said with a headache.
“Ah?” Yi Chengying’s expression startled, and she said with a hint of loss, “Does Lord Qin not trust Little Chair this much?”
“It’s myself I don’t trust! I’m afraid that tomorrow morning, you, the Cult Master’s wife, will become the real thing!” Qin Gou glared at the Silly Chair no end and pushed the door open, leaving.
Yi Chengying looked at Qin Gou’s departing figure, a blush spreading uncontrollably from her long, fair neck, instantly flushing her cheeks and making her pretty face turn crimson. Her spiritual eyes were so moist they seemed about to drip.
“So, Lord Qin doesn’t just see Little Chair as a servant he can call and dismiss at will, a mere lackey… Even if it’s just as a woman, Lord Qin would like Little Chair!”
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Under the dim light of the Main Hall, Qin Gou leaned on the throne, his eyes closed, and pondered deeply.
His purpose for this trip was not merely to ransack Zhao Xinting’s treasury and teach her a lesson. His greater goal was to transform the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect under his control, greatly changing the outside world’s perception of it.
So, what was the most effective method?
Qin Gou subconsciously took out the Purple Extreme Token from his embrace, lost in thought. It was rumored that this Purple Extreme Token contained the source of the Spirit Oaths of countless disciples of the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect. If activated by spiritual power, it could control the life and death of countless people with a single thought… Truly a demonic sect, treating their own people so unreasonably… Spirit Oaths?
“Zhao Xinting, you fake woman, get down here for your Daoist sister. Since I’ve become your prisoner, you can kill me or torture me as you please, but ever since you locked me down here, you’ve ignored me. Are you planning to bore your Daoist sister to death?”
Suddenly, a woman’s sharp shout, filled with murderous intent and a hint of helpless pleading, rang out, drawing Qin Gou’s attention. He easily detected that this voice seemed to be coming from beneath the throne he was currently sitting on.
“Alright, Little Zhao, are you playing a game of keeping a mistress?”
Curiously, he fumbled around the throne without any reaction. Qin Gou took out the Golden Seal that could break most of the restrictions in the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect and, as a test, placed it on the throne.
*Boom*
The throne, made of piled stones, slid open with a sound, revealing a narrow entrance below, only big enough for one person to enter.
If not for that woman’s voice just now, Qin Gou would never have dreamed that Zhao Xinting had hidden such a small world beneath her throne.
After the initial narrowness, Qin Gou suddenly discovered that below was a dungeon where a Grand Array had been set up to seal off all spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in this dungeon was extremely thin, not enough for cultivators to maintain their daily cultivation, preventing these prisoners from spending their days meditating and cultivating. They could only sit there, their lives more unbearable than death.
Among the prisoners were humans and demon races, and even a pile of withered bones that had long since died.
Almost all the prisoners who still had a breath left in them looked terrified and uneasy when they saw Qin Gou, who was disguised as Zhao Xinting.
Only one woman waved at him boldly. She showed no fear at all, and was even as enthusiastic as an old friend meeting after a long separation.
As Qin Gou walked closer, he carefully observed her. This woman had a pair of sword-like eyebrows full of heroism, and her phoenix eyes were as clear as clear water, revealing a spirit of freedom and unrestraint. She wore a spotless blue, white, and gray three-colored Daoist robe. Her figure was tall and slender, and her gestures were unrestrained, like a sword immortal who had descended to the mortal world, forming a strong contrast with her surroundings.
Qin Gou gasped. This woman’s appearance perfectly matched his ideal image of a chivalrous heroine – pure, bright, and noble, like the spring breeze and white snow.
Her presence was so compelling that Qin Gou, without understanding anything about her yet, had already preconceived the idea that she must be a knowledgeable person eager to uphold justice and possessing a chivalrous spirit.
“It was worth it for this humble Daoist, after painstakingly accumulating for many days in this dungeon with such scarce spiritual energy, to finally be able to unleash a sound transmission spirit art and attract Cult Master Zhao here,” said the robed woman. Despite being a prisoner, she was neither subservient nor obsequious, with a carefree smile on her lips that seemed genuine.
“Who are you?” Qin Gou asked doubtfully.
“You…”
The robed woman’s breathing noticeably hitched. She asked inexplicably, “Is a Dharma Aspect True Person’s memory that bad? After only a few months, Cult Master Zhao can’t remember me? This humble Daoist is Li Yuanzhen, the Saintess of the Evil Slaying Peak of the ‘Sword Questioning Sect’ from Das Prefecture. Even if you’ve forgotten my name, Cult Master Zhao should remember my ‘Pure Sword Heart’ physique, which is rare in this world.”
“So, you’re a disciple of the Sword Questioning Sect.”
One of the Ten Great Prestigious Orthodox Sects, the Sword Questioning Sect!
It was said that every disciple of the Sword Questioning Sect served their sword with their body, possessed unwavering righteousness, and had a benevolent heart and a heroic spirit. Their mission was to eliminate evil and protect the good, and they were respected by the world.
Weren’t these the same kind of people as the utterly righteous Celestial Master?
Qin Gou looked at the woman named ‘Li Yuanzhen’ with an increased sense of liking, a wave of emotion rising in his heart.
How long had it been since Qin Gou came out into the world? How many demonic cultivators had he encountered along the way? This was the first time he had met a righteous person in the truest sense, someone from a prestigious sect!
At this moment, Qin Gou was filled with mixed emotions and a thousand feelings.
“Tell this Seat, why exactly are you…”
Before Qin Gou could finish his words.
He saw Li Yuanzhen carefully take out two homemade wooden dice from her embrace. Her clear eyes revealed a fanatical obsession with her own hobby. She said with utmost seriousness, “Whether Cult Master Zhao remembers this humble Daoist or not, since you’re here, why not play a few rounds with me? Cult Master Zhao already took my Nas void ring, so I don’t have many stakes. But as a woman, I have plenty of assets. If I lose once, I’ll take off an item of clothing. Won’t you play a round with me? Don’t let my Daoist robe hide my figure, my chest is actually super large!”
For a moment, Qin Gou felt as though he had been utterly deceived. He stared intently at Li Yuanzhen’s pure and flawless pretty face, gritting his teeth, “You must have said you were from the Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace just now, right?”
“Is Cult Master Zhao hard of hearing? This humble Daoist clearly stated that I am the Saintess of the Sword Questioning Sect.” Li Yuanzhen’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, a look of bewilderment on her face.
“The one that claims to have ‘a sword heart of chivalry and unyielding integrity,’ the Sword Questioning Sect?”
Li Yuanzhen nodded and smiled, “Exactly. Oh, and if Cult Master Zhao isn’t interested in these things, this humble Daoist knows many lewd jokes. I guarantee each one will make Cult Master Zhao burst into laughter!”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
