154: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind

Just as the Disciples and Elders of the various Sects were enjoying the dance performed by the Hehuan Sect Disciples, Shen Qingqiu walked in from outside the hall.

"Sect Master Liang, I, Shen, would like to inquire about your Sect's Divine Sword Art. I wonder if you would allow me to witness it?"

His voice echoed through the grand hall, reaching everyone's ears, and they all looked surprised.

What does he mean?

Is Shen Qingqiu trying to cause trouble on the day of the Shen Jian Sect Sect Master's great celebration?

In an instant, a magnificent drama unfolded in their minds.

It was well-known that Shen Qingqiu possessed immense personal charm; any female creature who saw him would be drawn to him.

Therefore, all the Elders and Disciples from the various Sects who came to celebrate at the Shen Jian Sect this time were arranged to be male.

This was precisely to avoid any unexpected incidents.

But now, on the day of the two Sects' great celebration, Shen Qingqiu wanted to seek guidance on swordsmanship from the groom. It was possible he was targeting the Hehuan Sect Sect Master.

"Heroes are often overcome by beauty. I didn't expect that Shen Qingqiu, the number one Genius of Xuanxiao Sect, would also fall under the spell of Hehuan Sect's Cold Chong Yan."

"What are you saying? Shen Qingqiu is a man of utmost integrity; how could he do something like steal another's love? In my opinion, he must have had some sudden realization at the Shen Jian Sect and wishes to witness the Shen Jian Sect's foundational Cultivation Technique to further his own Dao of the sword."

Inside the grand hall, everyone held a different view, unwilling to concede.

"Today is my day of great joy, and it is not suitable to display my skills here. If Shen Shishu truly wishes to witness the Divine Sword Art, we can choose another day to discuss and jointly explore the profound truths of the Dao of the sword."

Sect Leader Liang's words were impeccable.

Everyone present nodded in agreement, believing that on such a joyous day, the groom should not engage in combat. If one truly wished to witness it, they could exchange views another day.

However, Shen Qingqiu's eyes gradually sharpened, and with a grasp of his right hand, his longsword pointed directly at Sect Leader Liang.

"Originally, I suspected whether Sect Master Liang had been bewitched by the Hehuan Sect's demoness, but now it seems the situation has developed beyond my imagination..."

"You are not Sect Leader Liang at all!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

Shen Qingqiu's questioning left all the Sect Elders and Disciples in the grand hall utterly bewildered.

What did he mean by that?

The person before them wasn't the Shen Jian Sect Sect Master?

But his aura, appearance, and even demeanor were identical to the Shen Jian Sect Sect Master.

How could it not be?!

Sect Leader Liang flicked his sleeve, angrily retorting, "Shen Shishu, you are truly going too far. This is not how you make jokes. If today weren't my day of great joy, I would definitely have a match with you."

Saying this, he took a deep breath, picked up two wine goblets from the table, and threw one of them towards Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu's palm surged with spiritual power, easily catching the wine goblet. However, he did not drink it, but instead watched Sect Leader Liang quietly, awaiting his next words.

"Shen Shishu, are you causing such a disturbance at my wedding today because of Chongyan?"

After saying this, a faint light flickered in Sect Leader Liang's eyes, as if he greatly wished to hear Shen Qingqiu say 'yes'.

However, Shen Qingqiu's reply was beyond everyone's expectation: "Ever since Sect Master Liang fought with me, he has never called me Shishu again. Every time we meet, he calls me Fellow Daoist Shen, so..."

"Who exactly are you?"

Facing Shen Qingqiu's questioning, Sect Leader Liang suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, good, good, good! It truly is you! It truly is the man who fascinates me. You probably detected some clues before you even came here to discuss the Divine Sword Art with me, didn't you?!"

Sect Leader Liang's voice was no longer rough like a man's, but transformed into a delicate and enchanting female voice.

Even more shocking was that with just a turn, he transformed from a man into a woman.

A head of raven-black, voluminous wavy hair cascaded casually over her shoulders. Her gauze clothing was extremely thin, revealing half of her smooth, fair shoulder. The red bellyband (dudou) on her chest constantly tugged at everyone's heartstrings. Her slightly curled hair gently fluttered in the breeze, exuding a unique allure, like a ripe, juicy peach, making one want to savor it slowly.

She turned back and smiled.

Just one glance caused the Disciples of the various Sects to lose their composure, immersing themselves in a beautiful illusion.

Many Elders from smaller Sects, whose cultivation was low and Heart-Nature not strong enough, also had flushed faces and dry mouths.

"Hmph!" Elder Mo of the Hundred Refinements Sect let out a cold snort, and the temperature throughout the grand hall rapidly soared.

Everyone felt as if they were in a furnace, being roasted by high-temperature flames.

"If you can't even guard your own 'thing,' with such little resolve, what kind of Immortal cultivation are you pursuing? I think your Sects have protected you too well. You simply lack tempering, lack the harsh realities of society. Flowers in a greenhouse rarely achieve greatness!"

This thunderous scolding startled the others who were immersed in the illusion, bringing them back to their senses.

Many Elders from smaller Sects who had recovered gasped for breath and bowed their hands towards Elder Mo of the Hundred Refinements Sect in thanks.

"We thank Elder Mo."

"It's just that it's not that we didn't try hard; it's truly that this demoness has innate enchanting bones, and her seductive Cultivation Technique has reached the pinnacle..."

Elder Mo didn't even give them a proper look, only sneering, "If you're weak, practice more. If you can't even overcome lust, your path has reached its end. If you don't know how to temper your Heart-Nature, then spend some money and go to the Yihong Courtyard, and let the women there use every trick in the book to tempt you."

"The big bald monks of Tianlong Ancient Temple use this method to temper the small bald monks. I think you can try it."

At these words, the entire hall fell silent.

Many Disciples nodded silently, preparing to give it a try, but the Elders from the smaller Sects who had been enchanted earlier felt a bit embarrassed.

This method was unheard of.

Meanwhile, Cold Chong Yan, who had restored her true appearance, was furious when her enchantment was broken by a cold snort from this Elder of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

"Stinky iron-smelter, I advise you to mind your own business!"

"Firstly, I'm not called a stinky iron-smelter; I am an Artifact Refiner, and my name is Mo Changkong. Secondly... you're already old, why are you pretending to be young?"

Mo Changkong looked at Cold Chong Yan, who was on the verge of rage, and continued to twist the knife: "You're five hundred years old, but Shen Qingqiu? He's only in his early twenties. An old cow eating tender grass isn't eaten like this, you know..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Mo Changkong, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Cold Chong Yan immediately started with a battle cry, then ordered Ding Sanqiu behind her.

"Kill him for me! Kill him, and I'll support you to become the Shen Jian Sect Sect Master!"

"Good!" Ding Sanqiu walked to Cold Chong Yan's side, channeled all his spiritual power into his Magic Sword, and then fiercely struck out.

However, his target was not Mo Changkong, but Cold Chong Yan beside him.

"You..." Cold Chong Yan, in her terror, immediately used her methods to resist.

Magic Treasures were thrown out one by one by her, blocking the sword strike from Ding Sanqiu.

However, Ding Sanqiu was, after all, the Third Elder of the Shen Jian Sect, and his swordsmanship attainments were naturally not low.

Such a surprise attack was simply not enough for Cold Chong Yan to deploy sufficient defensive measures.

"Pfft!"

Cold Chong Yan's abdomen was cut open with a large gash, and the red bellyband (dudou) Magic Treasure on her chest was cut into two pieces, blood gushing out.

"You..." Cold Chong Yan clutched her profusely bleeding wound, looking at Ding Sanqiu in shock.

"Me? You wouldn't think I'd be so easily attracted by you, would you?!"

Ding Sanqiu held his longsword horizontally in front of him, his tongue licking the blade. The blood Cold Chong Yan left on the blade was swallowed by him.

A sickly, enjoyable smile appeared on his face.

"Fresh!"

"But unfortunately, all of you will die here today. The various Sects were slaughtered by Sect Leader Liang, the Shen Jian Sect Sect Master, who was enchanted by the Hehuan Sect Sect Master Cold Chong Yan. The Shen Jian Sect's Third Elder fought desperately, ultimately suffering severe injuries, eliminating demons and defending the Dao, slaying the demoness Cold Chong Yan..."

"Pah." Cold Chong Yan clutched the sword wound on her abdomen and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, "As long as one of us lives, your actions today will be exposed to the world."

"No." Ding Sanqiu smiled faintly, walked to the Sect Master's seat on the high platform, and slowly sat down.

"Today, not one of you will leave alive." As he spoke, the entire Shen Jian Sect trembled violently, and powerful Sword Qi raged within the grand hall.

"Let you, the one hailed as the number one Genius of Xuanling Continent, properly evaluate this Sect-protecting grand formation that once slew an Immortal!"