Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 179 - 178: Xiaohan, We Meet Again

The clouds above the Xuanyuan Dao Sect's mountain gate suddenly split apart, spilling a vast, bewitching red light down below.

A massive Red Lotus Divine Platform slowly descended. Its lotus petals bloomed open, revealing the bewitching Female Cultivators within, all dressed in the attire of the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

In fact, for this trip to the Dao Sect, the Female Cultivators' attire had been custom-made. It wasn't overly revealing, and the colors were subdued in an attempt to appear as dignified as possible.

But the captivating charm of the Yin Yang Dao was not so easily concealed by mere clothing. Their enchanting figures and worldly auras could not be hidden, causing the Dao Sect disciples—accustomed to cold, reserved Fairies—to be unable to tear their eyes away.

No wonder that during the great war between the Righteous and Demon Daos, the Righteous Sects would only send Female Cultivators to fight the Yin Yang Sacred Land. They never sent men. Even the Buddhist Sect, whose members claimed to have severed all worldly ties, was unwilling to test their resolve against this group of Witches.

Sending male cultivators to face these Witches, masters of Charm Techniques, would likely have only one outcome: the enemy would merely crook a finger, and one's own disciples would defect on the spot.

As the representative of the Dao Sect, Pei Yuhang stood with his head held high before the other disciples. He watched the enormous, bewitching Red Lotus Divine Platform descend slowly to the ground, then took a deep breath and walked forward.

Aboard the Red Lotus Divine Platform, the Female Cultivators of the Yin Yang Sacred Land began to whisper among themselves as they watched Pei Yuhang, clad in fine brocade robes, approach.

Most of them were not Shang Miaoyan's subordinates; they had joined the Holy Daughter Mission on orders from the Elder Hall. As such, they were unaware that their Saintess already considered this Pei Sword Immortal her personal prize. So when they spoke of Pei Yuhang, the words of these female rogues were as explicit as they could possibly be.

"So this is the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, Pei Yuhang? The banished immortal who ranks first on the cultivation world's list of beauties... He's even more handsome in person than in his portraits. A face so beautiful even other women would envy it.

I've lived for two hundred and seventy years and admired countless handsome men, but all of them combined can't hold a candle to this White-clothed Sword Immortal. I've truly wasted my life..."

A gorgeous nun watched the man in white approach, her beautiful eyes fixed on him with an obsessive, longing gaze.

Her name was Chen Shishi. She had once been a famous and enlightened nun of the Buddhist Sect, but she later broke her vows and fell in love with a man. She was willing to tarnish her enlightened heart just to experience love, only to be betrayed in the end.

With all her hopes turned to ash, she was lured by an Elder from the Yin Yang Sacred Land and fell into the Yin Yang Dao's path of indulgence. She became an Essence-draining Witch, a name that struck fear into the hearts of the Righteous Dao. It was said that after personally draining a high monk of the Buddhist Sect at the Divinity Transformation Stage, her Divine Skill had reached mastery, and she was not far from the Peak of Divinity Transformation.

"Shishi, you'd best put away those improper thoughts. This is the Xuanyuan Dao Sect; it's no place for you to run wild."

Chen Shishi's close friend, Bei Lingyin, spoke coolly.

Compared to Chen Shishi's coquettish charm, Bei Lingyin seemed far colder. This aloofness was largely thanks to her shoulder-length silver hair, which gave her an aura as sharp as a blade, lacking the bewitching softness common among Yin Yang Dao Cultivators.

Hearing her friend's warning, Chen Shishi laughed. "Don't worry, Lingyin. I'm not so blinded by lust that I'd act recklessly. Back on the battlefields of the war between the Righteous and Demon Daos, many of our sisters wanted to capture this Sword Immortal and keep him prisoner... In the end, they all became spirits slain by his blade."

"Sword Cultivators are known for their arrogance, yet he earned the recognition of all his peers and was granted the title of 'Sword Immortal.' Even with his cultivation having fallen, his strength isn't something an ordinary Cultivator of the same level can match."

"I will be cautious."

"..."

'Bei Lingyin suspected the other woman hadn't heard a word. She had told Chen Shishi to give up her improper thoughts, but Chen Shishi had just promised to be *cautious* in her approach...'

'Whatever. If Chen Shishi was determined to seek out trouble, Bei Lingyin couldn't be bothered to stop her.'

Besides, compared to her flimsy friendship, Bei Lingyin had a more important mission.

As a spy from the Demon Path Sacred Land, Yama Hall, planted within the Yin Yang Sacred Land, her mission was to sabotage the burgeoning alliance between the Dao Sect and the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

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...

Pei Yuhang suppressed his discomfort as he walked forward, enduring the stares of the Yin Yang Dao Female Cultivators, who looked as if they wanted to devour him with their eyes.

A woman in dignified purple robes walked to meet him and nodded respectfully.

"Pei Sword Immortal, it has been a while."

"I was hoping we'd never meet again."

Hearing this, Fan Ya merely gave a faint smile and said nothing more.

She stepped aside, gesturing toward the great doors that led into the Red Lotus Divine Platform. "The Holy Daughter is waiting for you inside."

"I am here as a representative of the Dao Sect. I trust you will respect our Sect's dignity."

"Rest assured, Pei Sword Immortal. The Holy Daughter... isn't going to eat you. There's no need to be so wary and hostile."

Pei Yuhang remained silent, his hand tightening on the hilt of the Silent Sword at his waist. As if entering a den of dragons and tigers, he followed Fan Ya into the Red Lotus Divine Platform.

As a supreme-grade mobile Magical Treasure, the entire Red Lotus Divine Platform naturally contained spatial formations within.

With a shift of space, the corridor leading to the door of Shang Miaoyan's bedchamber instantly materialized before Pei Yuhang.

"Pei Sword Immortal, I will not accompany you further. Please, go ahead."

Pei Yuhang took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob. He hesitated for a moment, but just as he was about to open the door...

...the door, painted with a mural of beauties frolicking in a lotus pond, swung open on its own.

An immense suction force emanated from within, pulling Pei Yuhang through the doorway.

SLAM—

The door slammed shut, and Shang Miaoyan's voice echoed in Fan Ya's Sea of Consciousness.

[Fan Ya, go and handle the others from the Dao Sect. If anyone asks where Pei Yuhang is... just say he's playing chess with me.]

Playing chess was an incredibly time-consuming pastime for Cultivators. For those with powerful calculative abilities, it was perfectly normal for a single game to last three days and three nights.

'Therefore, by using chess as an excuse to keep Pei Yuhang in her chambers overnight, surely no one could possibly object.'

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...

The moment Pei Yuhang felt the immense suction from behind the door, his eyes narrowed, and he moved to draw his sword.

But it all happened too fast. By the time he had drawn the Silent Sword, he was already inside a bedchamber thick with an elegant, rich fragrance.

WHOOSH—

A rose petal landed on Pei Yuhang's head. He looked up to find the entire ceiling showering down more petals. Like snowflakes, they fluttered down from above, forming a plush red carpet on the floor.

Pei Yuhang followed the rose-petal carpet with his eyes and saw, at its end, an extravagantly large, round bed standing in the center of the chamber.

Translucent, bright red curtains cascaded from the ceiling, enclosing the large bed. Through them, the beautiful silhouette of a figure stretching her graceful waist appeared both mysterious and enticing.

It was a sight that made one ache with the desire to part the curtains and behold the beauty within.

"Xiaohan, does this feel familiar?"

"When we were reunited, you were sitting on a bed, hidden behind a white curtain."

"I wanted to part the curtains to see you then, but you attacked me with your Sword Qi. So heartless."

The curtains parted just enough for a jade-white arm to emerge. Its long, slender fingertips beckoned to Pei Yuhang, a silent invitation for him to come closer and draw them fully aside.