The Holy Daughter...?!
Pei Yuhang froze when he heard the familiar title. A chill shot up his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand on end, and even the Evil Yang Fire within him withered.
After all, compared to Ye Liyuan who shied away from his Evil Yang Fire Qi, the gluttonous Saintess from back then had loved to use her... several mouths... to wring it out of him.
Silently, Pei Yuhang clutched the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman in his palm as he spoke in a calm voice:
"The Holy Daughter? Are you referring to the Saintess from your esteemed sect who has been in seclusion for seventy years?"
"But I have not seen the Holy Daughter's name on the list of envoys sent by the Xuanyuan Dao Sect."
"For a personage of the Saintess's stature to join your delegation unannounced... is that not looking down on the dignity of my Dao Sect?!"
A blast of chilling Sword Qi radiated from behind the white gauze curtain. The room's temperature plummeted as if from a pleasant spring day to the depths of a harsh winter. A white frost woven from Sword Qi instantly enveloped the area three meters around Fan Ya, ready to apprehend her at a moment's notice.
Despite the situation, Fan Ya maintained a proper smile. She no longer looked at Pei Yuhang behind the gauze but turned toward the open doorway and bowed slightly, as if paying respect.
It was as if some great personage was about to arrive.
...
「Within the Yin Yang Sacred Land's Floating Demon Lotus.」
The Fairies, who had been so prim and proper outside just moments ago, were now lounging about casually, even crassly, completely unconcerned about their revealing postures.
"Ugh, Sword Immortal Pei didn't even show his face today. I was hoping to see if he was as peerlessly magnificent as the rumors say."
"I know, right? Such a letdown."
Yan Yaoyao listlessly flicked her fan, it was hard to say if she was more annoyed at not seeing Sword Immortal Pei's handsome figure or at not getting a chance to entrap him.
"How much do you think our Cultivation would increase if we managed to 'pluck' that Sword Immortal just once?" a Female Cultivator suddenly mused, lost in fantasy.
"Generally speaking, male Cultivators who practice Cold Attribute Tao Skills don't provide as much Yang Qi to pluck as those who practice the Thunder and Fire Dao."
"But that Sword Immortal is so handsome, his foundations must be in tune with the Celestial Dao Rhyme, and on top of that, he has a pure, untainted Sword Body... *slurp*... he's definitely a Top Grade partner for dual cultivation!"
"Top Grade... Say, now that Sword Immortal Pei's Dao Companion is basically crippled, do you think we have a chance to hook up with him?"
"You little hussy, you're dreaming, aren't you?"
"There are countless Female Cultivators just within the Xuanyuan Dao Sect who are after Sword Immortal Pei. Unless we force ourselves on him, if he really wanted to hook up with someone, he'd pick from his own sect. Why would he ever look at a bunch of us who practice the Yin Yang Dao?"
"Hmph, I think you're the one who's shortsighted. Only clueless virgins who've never tasted meat, those little scholar boys, would like those Fairies who pretend to be so prim and noble. A real man prefers a slutty Witch~!" Yan Yaoyao suddenly laughed.
"If you've got the guts, go try and seduce Sword Immortal Pei. See if he doesn't just cut you down with one strike."
"I'll do it! And when we get together, don't you come begging me for a sip of the broth!"
As the Female Cultivators argued, none of them noticed the faint Killing Intent in the eyes of a certain servant disciple named "Shui'Er" in the corner.
Suddenly, Shui'Er sensed something. A brilliant smile touched her lips. Under the effect of some kind of aura-concealing Magical Treasure, she swaggered away, right in front of all the Nascent Soul Cultivators.
...
TAP, TAP—
A Female Cultivator in the simple robes of a servant disciple walked into Sword Immortal Pei's bedchamber with a deliberate gait. Her unhurried steps were like those of a tigress inspecting her territory.
"Holy Daughter."
Fan Ya bowed to the servant disciple with extreme deference.
Shui'Er glanced at Fan Ya, and her expression darkened when she saw the irrepressible pink glow of lust in her eyes.
"You covet my property?"
"..."
"Leave us. Tonight, I will punish you with the Six Desires Indulgence Whip."
Upon hearing "Six Desires Indulgence Whip," Fan Ya's legs couldn't help but tremble, and a look of terror appeared on her face.
But she didn't dare defy Shui'Er's command, so she immediately withdrew.
On her way out, she even closed the door for Shui'Er and Pei Yuhang, setting up a completely soundproof Restriction.
Now, only Pei Yuhang and Shui'Er remained in the room.
Shui'Er was the first to break the strange silence. She canceled the Disguise Technique on her face, revealing her true appearance.
Her slightly curled black hair cascaded down to a waist as slender as a water snake. Her long, narrow, wine-red eyes, like those of a fox, narrowed into fine lines, her sultry gaze exuding an unparalleled allure.
Compared to the stone-faced Fox Race girl, Bai Jingjing, she was a million times more womanly, as if she were the true peerless Fox Demon, born to bewitch all living things and turn the world upside down.
Shang Miaoyan started toward Pei Yuhang, her long, shapely legs—pleasantly plump yet slender—moving in a seductive catwalk. Her bare feet, perfectly shaped and exquisitely sexy, remained spotless as they padded across the floor.
She reached out, as if to lift the white gauze and see with her own eyes the man she had longed for day and night for over four hundred and thirty-eight thousand hours.
In that instant, a desolate sword hum echoed from behind the gauze.
Icy Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, forming a dense, web-like net of threads that completely encircled Shang Miaoyan. If she moved even slightly and triggered a single thread of Sword Qi, the entire dense network would constrict around her.
Faced with this perilous situation, Shang Miaoyan's expression remained unchanged as she chuckled softly.
"Why is the great Cold Sun Sword Immortal of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect so afraid of a weak little woman like me?"
Pei Yuhang ignored her remark and questioned her coldly, "Are you really the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land? I heard that a hundred years ago, that Saintess entered the Nascent Soul Realm. A century has passed since then; her power should be at least at the level of Divinity Transformation by now."
"Why is your aura weaker than even a regular Nascent Soul's?"
Shang Miaoyan didn't explain. Her bewitching, narrow fox eyes stared at the meditating figure behind the gauze, filled with infatuation.
"Xiaohan, are you worried about me?"
"I don't know you at all."
"Is that so? Then what about the carvings on my body?"
A Magical Treasure Ruyi at Shang Miaoyan's waist flashed, and the threads of Sword Qi enveloping her melted away like snow in the scorching sun.
Her movements freed, Shang Miaoyan placed her hands on her waist, untied her sash with a gentle tug, and the servant disciple robes slid smoothly to the floor.
"Shameless! What do you think you're doing?!"
Seeing Shang Miaoyan suddenly strip, Pei Yuhang's heart tightened, and he subconsciously gripped Silence in his hand.
But the wariness on his face was quickly replaced by shock.
"Do you see clearly now, Xiaohan? My body..."
Utterly naked, Shang Miaoyan showed no trace of shyness on her face, only the excited flush of someone desperate to prove her love to her beloved.
Every inch of skin on what could be called the world's most perfect figure was carved with the two words, "Pei Yuhang." The sight was like a shattered mountain peak crashing into the placid well of Pei Yuhang's Heart Lake, unleashing a monstrous wave.