Chapter 1630

Qinglong Daoren took a step forward, step by step approaching, scaring Wu Mie Zhenren into continual retreat; she had to retreat—who knew this man actually took a liking to her, something she had never imagined, with no mental preparation at all.

He truly doesn't know how to face this man, nor why he would take a liking to her; logically, he should be interested in her disciple Bai Hang Holy Maiden, not her—could this man prefer a more mature woman?

Looking at Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren, one can somewhat understand his character; it seems indeed so.

Thinking this through, Wu Mie Zhenren was completely dazed; at this moment, she understood everything.

Her eyes widened, she stared at Qinglong Daoren, raised her right hand, and said: "Don't come over yet, let me think."

Wu Mie Zhenren truly had no way; this situation fell on her, and she really didn't know how to resolve it. She had encountered such things before, but those junior brothers and sisters either lacked her strength, lacked her talent, or were simply inadequate in every way, so Wu Mie Zhenren naturally looked down on men weaker than herself.

Afterwards, those people could not catch up to her and no longer dared speak of it; as her cultivation steadily rose and she became an elder of the Faction, no one ever brought up the topic with her again, nor dared to speak such words to her—at least, within Tian Du Men, no one dared say these things.

Wu Mie Zhenren's sword is not for show; it can really kill.

Having not encountered such a thing for many years, she truly didn't know how to respond; gazing at the man before her, Wu Mie Zhenren took a deep breath and asked: "Bai Hang is quite good—why don't you like her?"

Qinglong Daoren shrugged: "I didn't say I don't like her; I merely favor you more. If you're willing, I can have both."

Wu Mie Zhenren's pupils widened, she stared fixedly at Qinglong Daoren; her sword blade was half-drawn, killing intent bursting instantly, locking onto Qinglong Daoren—how dare he say such a thing? He not only fancies me, but also my disciple Bai Hang; is he seeking death?

Damn it, this person is too greedy—wanting both master and disciple; he is truly greedy.

Qinglong Daoren chuckled, looking at Wu Mie Zhenren without the slightest fear, stepped forward and said: "Wu Mie fellow Daoist, I am rather broad‑minded; if I take a liking, I take a liking—I have nothing I dare not say; this is what's in my heart."

"And you, there's no need to be so angry; if I must choose, I think you, Wu Mie fellow Daoist, are better."

Wu Mie Zhenren was momentarily speechless, so angry she didn't know how to reply.

This man before her is truly shameless; clearly he is the greedy one, yet he can speak so righteously, he is truly thick‑skinned and shameless.

"You…"

Wu Mie Zhenren pointed at Qinglong Daoren, furious.

"How can you be so greedy?"

He wants not only her, but also her disciple Bai Hang, aiming to get them both.

This person is truly greedy, daring to want anything, and even says it to her face—truly unafraid of death.

Wu Mie Zhenren knows she cannot kill Qinglong True Person; he differs from others—he fears her, is wary of her; this man before her deliberately says this to provoke her into acting.

"Hoo hoo hoo." Wu Mie Zhenren took several deep breaths to calm herself.

She is truly very… angry, also furious, but she knows she cannot lay hands on this man before her, otherwise Qinglong Daoren would not let her slash at him.

"Do you know what you're saying? I could let such talk slide, but if Bai Hang heard it, she would surely be hurt."

As her master, she must consider her disciple; Bai Hang taking a liking to this man is truly blind.

This person is a philandering radish, wanting everything; from now on, she must keep Bai Hang away from this man, minimizing her contact with Qinglong Daoren.

Even she herself should try to have as little contact with him as possible, to avoid being deceived by this man.

Wu Mie Zhenren can be certain that this man before her is truly silver‑tongued—he can make the dead sound alive; facing such a man, her disciple Bai Hang cannot withstand it and will soon fall under his sway.

"So what?" Qinglong Daoren said righteously: "That's just what I think; what's there to not say?"

"Wu Mie Zhenren, I am sincere; if you cannot stay in Tian Du Men, you may seek refuge with me—I dare not promise anything else, but with me you will certainly not be wronged nor bullied."

"Moreover, becoming my woman, I will help you swiftly raise your cultivation and fulfill all your wishes."

"Wu Mie Zhenren, Tian Du Men is not suitable for you; why not come to my Longshe Shan?"

Reverse poaching—I can give you everything, as long as you agree to become the main body's woman.

As for those promises, the main body will fulfill them; Qinglong Daoren is responsible for speaking, for poaching people, and all other matters are left to the main body.

If Chen Chuyang were here, he would surely make him understand what suppression by the main body means.

Qinglong Daoren doesn't care about those details; first trap them, then talk—whether Wu Mie Zhenren or Bai Hang Holy Maiden, both are outstanding; if he can secure them both, the main body will surely thank him, not blame him.

"You…" Wu Mie Zhenren pointed at Qinglong Daoren, trembling with anger.

"You are shameless."

Qinglong Daoren grinned showing his teeth, stepped forward, and seized Wu Mie Zhenren's hand; this act directly startled her, making her pupils widen, her eyes locked on him, her body's Technique and killing intent forgotten to erupt.

She froze, unable to imagine that this man before her would actually make a move, directly taking her hand.

How dare he?

What gives this man the nerve to do this? Isn't he afraid of death?

"You…"

Having reacted, Wu Mie Zhenren burst with killing intent, her Technique continually tearing toward Qinglong Daoren, seeking to shatter his body and let him know the cost of offending her; yet those Techniques could inflict no harm on Qinglong Daoren, leaving not a trace.

Qinglong Daoren chuckled: "Wu Mie fellow Daoist, your Technique is not bad, a pity its power isn't strong enough."

Even his defense could not be broken, nor could it… cause injury.

Wu Mie Zhenren grew angrier, drew her sword, ready to act.

Qinglong Daoren held her hand, applying a little more pressure; Wu Mie Zhenren became even more shy—this was the first time a man had held her hand, and they were alone together, and she felt a strange sensation inside.

"Do you want to die?"

Killing intent flared, her eyes blazing at Qinglong Daoren; if he does not release her hand, she will truly strike.

Qinglong Daoren released his hand, smiled, and said: "Wu Mie fellow Daoist, no need to be so angry—you aren't seeking a marriage alliance, are you? If it's you, I can accept; I don't know what you, Wu Mie fellow Daoist, think."