Chapter 264: Sorrow Flows Upstream to Become a River [Today's 6000 Words Completed

What is an immortal in the style of ancient Liu Bei novels?

Her status is that of a Great Cycle, her temperament is cold, and her age is twenty-eight.

Then there is the annoying howling.

For instance, the Tom Cat screams of "ao-ao-ao" right from the start!

Those who know think it's an immortal; those who don't think they are slaughtering pigs to make pig's trotter rice.

In short...

The present Suxin Zhai probably gives Fang Can that very feeling.

Just one glance made him subconsciously feel that everything in his field of vision was oozing oil, so Fang Can instinctively averted his gaze to look at the girl in the red dress.

Compared to those P-site fairies below, Fang Can suddenly felt that the girl in the red dress before him was truly an immortal.

Indeed, people need comparisons; the girl before him had a flawless face, and her willow waist was so slender it could be held in one hand.

Her red dress formed a sharp contrast with the sea of white gauze-clad immortals below, and her round, jade-like bare feet even made his recently nauseous body feel hungry.

Suppressing his five senses as much as possible, Fang Can couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Miss, are all the immortals in your Suxin Zhai like this?"

Seeing the young man who had previously ignored her undergo a hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal in status, a hint of pride arose in the girl's heart.

The first sect master was indeed right; only by showing these stinky men some color first will they know how to cherish it.

Look, now he is bewitched by this young lady's charm.

"Of course not; these are merely low-level outer sect female cultivators whose realms can never reach the First Turn, who only harvest mortals with no cultivation at all, and whose achievements are limited for a lifetime."

The girl explained in a crisp voice by Fang Can's ear, greatly neutralizing the greasiness of the pig squeals in his ear.

According to the girl, every disciple who enters Suxin Zhai undergoes an aptitude test.

Disciples who cultivate the Great Joy Bodhisattva Heart Sutra within thirty days possess supreme aptitude and are selected as Holy Maidens.

Disciples who cultivate the Yin-Yang Union Ode within thirty days advance to core disciples.

Following that are the inner sect and the accelerated outer sect disciples.

Since the aptitude of outer sect disciples is truly too poor and there is no need to cultivate them, they are directly given low-grade techniques to practice.

Although they can harvest, practicing causes their bodies to become increasingly plump, unlike normal people, until they become deformed, and the only resources they can harvest are ordinary people with no cultivation.

As for the inner sect, they do not need to engage in union in public; instead, they can take their mortal martial artist partners back to their rooms to harvest, and their expressions are not so distorted.

"Then can core disciples harvest martial artists on the Path to Heaven?" Fang Can asked instinctively, only to meet the girl's Bai Yan.

"What sweet dreams are you having? Martial artists who can cultivate to the Path to Heaven are so rare that even our Suxin Zhai has only a few; this realm consists entirely of direct lineages from various sects, so where would we have the conditions to supply disciples for harvesting?"

"Therefore, core disciples mostly practice mutually between women, achieving the endless state of the Yin-Yang Union Ode."

"Ah?" Fang Can widened his eyes, looking at the girl in shock; this style didn't seem right.

"Aren't you the Hehuan Sect? Use your charm to seduce those martial artists; isn't that your strong suit?" Fang Can said instinctively.

"What you say is simple, but which martial artist on the Path to Heaven is not a person with a determined mind? Some even castrate themselves to practice martial arts; tell me, how can you seduce them?"

"Then raise them from childhood? Let them become addicted to women?" Fang Can suggested.

"Martial artists addicted to women have unsteady wills; how many can cultivate to the Path to Heaven?" the girl refuted.

"Then just use force to capture martial artists on the Path to Heaven; isn't that it?" Fang Can said.

"The Path to Heaven is the foundation of entire sects; my Suxin Zhai does not wish to become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the four-turns of the various nations like you," the girl snorted.

'Then this becomes a deadlock on both ends?'

Fang Can suppressed his surprise in his heart; he hadn't expected the core disciples of the Hehuan Sect to be all lesbians.

But actually, upon careful thought, it made sense.

Cultivators beyond the First Turn are rare items; in the entire Dongfang Wujie, no more than two thousand First Turns are born within ten years, each a dragon among men, and no one is willing to let them be harvested like this.

Seeing Fang Can lost in thought, the girl revealed a bright smile.

She gently extended a finger as white and tender as green onions and lifted Fang Can's chin:

"Isn't you the Path to Heaven? You are also an excellent cauldron; just endure it well for the next few days."

After speaking, the girl instinctively withdrew her hand, clasped her arm behind her back, and gently rubbed her fingertip, wondering at the strange sensation brought about by the skin contact.

"Oh..." Fang Can answered casually, looking at the girl and asking: "I didn't ask earlier, Miss, what is your name?"

"Hmph, asking my name; do you want to target this young lady for harvesting?"

Suppressing her strangeness, the girl raised her proud head and looked at Fang Can with a contemptuous gaze:

"I tell you, there is no hope; the weak you now don't even have the qualification to lick this young lady's toes."

"If you ever have the chance to reach the Four Turns in the future, I will tell you my name then."

"However... you are about to be used as a cauldron by the various nations in rotation, so you probably won't have the chance to reach the Four Turns for the rest of your life."

Since the girl in the flowing red dress before him didn't respond, Fang Can was too lazy to reply to her and simply leaped off the stationary flying carpet:

"Then I trouble Miss to lead the way."

"Of course, no problem; I can't wait to hear Fang Shaoxia make sounds similar to these outer sect disciples under the harvesting of my sect's core disciples."

The girl's words were accompanied by a bell-like laugh, obviously full of expectation for Fang Can's cold, rigid face to show other expressions.

"I am very much looking forward to Fang Can Shaoxia's performance in a while."

Ignoring the girl's provocation like a female brat, Fang Can moved away from the open square without cover, and the chaos in his ears diminished considerably.

Compared to the Dian Dao Men residing on floating Shanfeng, the location of Suxin Zhai was much more ordinary, situated among the mountain ridges.

Just walking along like this, observing the lush greenery on both sides, the two arrived at a Yongle Dadian covered in light gauze.

There, they saw a bewitching woman in a light gauze long dress sitting in the hall; her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate and dripping as a ripe peach, her mature and plump figure faintly visible under the thin gauze, exuding both the majesty and elegance of one who has long held a high position and the seductive charm unique to the Hehuan Sect.

Her red lips were as burning as fire, her skin as moist as congealed fat; though she wore no makeup, she naturally radiated a soul-stirring, captivating beauty.

Especially those eyes containing both majesty and charm, which seemed able to pierce the human heart yet also hid entangled threads of emotion like a spiderweb, weaving dignity and bewitchment together in a contradictory manner.

The moment she saw Fang Can, the woman's slightly narrowed eyes scrutinized the young man's appearance.

The girl in the red skirt gracefully retreated outside the hall, her Zhu Chun curling into a cunning arc: "My lord, this is the one on the Heavenly Secrets List—"

"This one knows. It is Hearing Liu Qingmeng's cauldron, isn't it?"

The voice behind the light gauze was languid as wine, yet it caused the air in the entire Yongle Dadian to suddenly congeal.

Jade feet crushed the moonlight scattered across the floor as the Pure Heart Zhai Master propped herself up from the agarwood couch; where the thin gauze slipped, snow-white collarbones were revealed.

With one step, her figure crossed the void, transforming into a seductive shadow that pressed before the youth; the woman who had just been languid as a cat now loomed in his eyes.

'Dangerous. This woman is extremely dangerous.'

Fang Can made this judgment, sensing her cultivation level was not just a street higher than the girl in the red skirt.

Immediately, he felt a tickle before him; those four-turning fingertips slid from his Adam's apple down to his chest, and the woman revealed a look of satisfaction toward Fang Can:

"Without even testing, one can see you are a first-rate cauldron. Did Hearing Liu Qingmeng do anything to you?"

"Senior Liu has shown me boundless gratitude, and the Sword-Seizing Mountain is a prestigious great sect; naturally, they would not commit such acts of cultivation absorption." Fang Can declared with righteous solemnity.

"Heh, you defend the Sword-Seizing Mountain so much, yet didn't they still discard you?"

The Zhai Master's gaze upon Fang Can nodded silently: "There is no sword qi of the Sword-Seizing Mountain on you; it seems you are truly innocent and pure."

"However, a cauldron the Sword-Seizing Mountain was unwilling to cultivate-absorb, my Pure Heart Zhai will stand up and mount!"

The Zhai Master suddenly waved her hand; her gauze robes fluttered, and her figure had already returned to sit upon the agarwood couch within the nine-layered gauze curtains.

Her seductive eyes looked toward the girl in the red skirt and commanded: "Lian'er, summon all disciples of Core level and above within the Zhai to come here and test what capabilities this male disciple from the Sword-Seizing Mountain possesses."

"Yes!" The girl in the red skirt responded excitedly, then promptly left the place with great enthusiasm.

Watching the youth whose demeanor remained unchanged, the Zhai Master revealed a cruel smile: "Youth, do you not think this is merely ordinary cultivation absorption?"

Watching Fang Can, whose 'Misfortune Turns to Fortune' had not fluctuated much, he casually agreed: "What else could possibly be different?"

"It seems it has been too long since a Heavenly Path cultivator from another sect came to the Zhai, causing an outsider to have such a misconception."

The Zhai Master giggled: "You, a youth who has just stepped into the First Turn, under the cultivation absorption of my Core disciples, 恐怕 won't even be able to endure a single night's rest before meeting your end and your soul scattering."

"Do you intend to kill me?" Fang Can asked, feeling slightly strange in his heart.

It seemed he had said this sentence to Senior Liu before as well.

"Of course not, but besides your life, we will devour everything else entirely." As the Zhai Master spoke, her fingertips twirled a strand of falling green hair to play with.

"Then there is no problem."

Seeing Fang Can's attitude, the Zhai Master's willow brows furrowed slightly; she only felt Fang Can was ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of earth, and when the fierce battle began later, she would see how many hours he could endure.

Not long after, clusters of graceful figures were seen entering this Yongle Dadian, their temperaments and attire all different.

Some wore frost-colored mermaid-silk long skirts, their snow-white hair tied into a Flying Immortal Bun with a cold jade hairpin, their eyebrows and eyes resembling the Kunlun snow that never melts year-round.

Others had pomegranate-red brocade feather robes wrapping honey-colored skin, with vermilion painted phoenix-rebirth fire patterns at the corners of their eyes, and phoenix hairpins carved from marrow-burning agarwood inserted in their hair, emitting an aphrodisiac exotic fragrance with the slightest movement.

Still others had bodhisattva crowns carved from agarwood marrow pressing down on raven-black hair, with plain white cassocks covered by golden-threaded necklaces, holding nine-ringed tin staffs yet barefoot with jade feet.

Truly, cold, bright, mysterious, and dignified, top-tier beautiful female cultivators gathered in one hall.

Facing such a terrifying threat, Fang Can! Danger!

Next chapter... Soul-dissolving, bone-eroding! A proper serial!

(End of this chapter)