“Patriarch, let’s leave it at that for today. Compared to whether the Mo Clan is loyal to the Lingjian Sect, dealing with the matter of the Third Elder is more important.”
The Second Elder, Mo Zhe, raised his Xuanlong Staff and pointed it arrogantly at Mo Xulin, who stood by Bai Qi’s side. His expression was displeased, already showing signs of anger.
According to the Mo Clan’s ancestral rules, even the Patriarch must show respect to the five Elders. Mo Xulin’s killing of the Third Elder earlier had already violated the clan’s rules, and judging by his posture, he seemed ready to wipe out all opposing factions at once—including the heads of all the Elders.
“Second Elder, I never gave you permission to leave!” Mo Xulin snapped, his voice stern. Instinctively, he was about to crush the Transmission Talisman hidden in his sleeve. The assassins he had invited from Youyun Continent had been waiting for a long time.
“Ahem,” Bai Qi coughed softly, her gaze toward Mo Xulin subtly changing. She said, “Since the Elders wish to leave, why should the Mo Patriarch insist on keeping them here? Let them go.”
“Bai Sect Master, if we let them leave now…”
Before Mo Xulin could finish, Bai Qi cut him off mercilessly. “Let the Elders leave. This is the last time I will say it. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being harsh.”
The pressure of a late-stage Return to Void cultivator suddenly descended on Mo Xulin. Although he had reached the peak of Nascent Soul for many years, the gap of two major realms was not so easily bridged.
With a loud crash, the Mo Clan Patriarch was already kneeling on the ground, his knees sinking more than four inches into the stone slabs. He forced out a few words through clenched teeth, “Elders, please leave first. Forgive me for not seeing you off.”
Hearing this, the Elders finally let down their guard. They cupped their hands respectfully to the stunning Bai Qi Fairy and said, “Bai Sect Master, we will take our leave now.”
Watching the Elders of the Mo Clan depart, Gu Shenzhi let out a helpless sigh and said no more.
He had served his master for years and knew Bai Qi Fairy inside out. If she wasn’t more than ninety percent certain, how could she have let them go?
The next moment, just as Gu Shenzhi turned around, the graceful and elegant Bai-clad fairy appeared before him. Her gentle and refined aura, with a faint fragrance lingering on her sleeves, was like blooming jasmine, stirring the heart.
“I’ve long heard of Bai Sect Master’s beauty. Seeing you today, you truly are so stunning that fish sink and birds fall from the sky, a beauty that could topple nations,” Gu Shenzhi teased.
If anyone else had said this, they would probably have lost their head by now, blood splattering three feet—flirting with the Sword Immortal of Muyun Continent was as good as courting death.
Before Bai Qi reached the Divine Transformation stage, countless people in Muyun Continent coveted her beauty, all wishing they could pull her into their bed and fully enjoy such a beauty.
But now, those people had either given up their hopeless delusions or ended up as nothing but piles of bones in forgotten graves.
Hearing her direct disciple’s teasing words, Bai Qi, the Sect Leader of Lingjian Sect, not only did not get angry but instead curled her cherry lips into a charming smile, half-complaining, half-coquettish, “Gu Lang, if you speak like this, I’ll just take it as praise. The night is short, so I hope you’ll cherish me.”
After speaking, she leaned to the ear of the black-clad youth and whispered, “My dear, stop struggling. In the end, you can never escape the palm of my hand.”
As if recalling something, Bai Qi Fairy’s face darkened. She turned to Mo Xulin and said coldly, “If the Mo Patriarch has nothing else to report to me, you’d best not disturb me and my disciple catching up.”
“Bai Sect Master is absolutely right. I will take my leave now.” Mo Xulin bowed and hurried away.
“Now, finally, no one will disturb us.”
The peerless fairy’s tone was sweet and gentle, but her beautiful eyes revealed a nearly pathological expression—an endless possessiveness.
Yet what awaited her was not the embrace or kiss of her beloved, but the cold, gleaming Sword of Xiehuang.
Sword qi swept out, sword intent stacked twelvefold, the heart of a benevolent swordsman… Gu Shenzhi put everything he had into this attack, drawing out all the spiritual power from his dantian and every bone and vein. Its power was astonishing—even a half-step Divine Transformation expert would be seriously injured if they took it head-on.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Bai Qi. No matter how talented and dazzling Gu Shenzhi was, before an absolute gap in strength, any exquisite technique was pale and powerless, utterly futile.
Like a fairy stepping out from a painting, she merely flicked her sleeve, and a surge of true spirit force shattered his sword move in an instant. The black-clad youth, struck by the backlash, coughed up blood on the spot.
“Shen’er, are you all right! Do you hate your master so much that you’re willing to risk spiritual backlash just to strike at me? If you want to stab me, then just do it. I won’t resist.”
Seeing the black-clad youth injured, Bai Qi rushed forward to support him. Her jade-like hand wrapped around Gu Shenzhi’s neck from behind, like the chains of a prison cell. No matter how he struggled, she did not loosen her grip in the slightest.
“Bai Sect Master, you don’t need to put on such an act. As long as I don’t die completely, no matter how badly I’m hurt, it doesn’t matter to you. After all, only when I’m crippled is it convenient for you… to control and toy with me.”
Gu Shenzhi paused, then continued, “Besides, I really did want to strike. Would you really dare to take it?”
The black-clad youth directly exposed the ugliness in her heart. Once, he had dreamed of gaining his master’s favor, even if it was just a fleeting kiss.
But after truly sharing intimacy with his master, he realized that the place once illuminated by his white moonlight was not a paradise, but a terrifying, bottomless abyss.
“That’s right, I am putting on an act. Doesn’t Shen’er like this kind of master?” The fairy’s pearly teeth gently bit Gu Shenzhi’s neck, her expression full of delight as she savored everything about the youth in her arms.
His flesh, his soul, everything about him would belong to her for all eternity.
Bai Qi was not just imagining it. A Divine Transformation cultivator’s lifespan was three thousand years, and Return to Void was seven thousand. She still had a long road ahead.
Once she reached the Ascension stage, she would have a way to extract Gu Shenzhi’s soul intact, keeping him from reincarnation, then use corpse-refining methods to turn his body into a living corpse—forever young and uncorrupted.
Combining the two, Bai Qi could keep him by her side forever, like a puppet on strings or a golden bird in a cage—fun to play with, easy to control, impossible to escape.
“Master, you… really are insane. To think I once believed it was the blood of that thousand-year-old white serpent demon that affected your mind. Now I see even the serpent demon itself can’t compare to your madness.”
By now, Gu Shenzhi was completely bound by spiritual power; except for his mouth, he couldn’t even move a finger.
Listening to her disciple’s curses, Bai Qi’s dangerous smile only grew, her expression even more twisted. “Honestly, Shen’er, I really like it when you struggle and curse me like this.”
With that, Bai Qi pressed her delicate body against his without reservation. The curves beneath her white dress, the unique charm of a woman—such temptation would be fatal to any man.
She removed her sandalwood hairpin, letting her long, black hair cascade down like a waterfall to her waist and hips. The white-clad fairy gazed down at him from above with beautiful eyes.
“Being played with so reluctantly won’t satisfy me, you know. I have plenty of ways to make you fall for me all over again.”