118: I don't like this title.

"Forget it, forget it."

"If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, it cannot be avoided."

"Isn't it just going to her Sleeping Palace?"

"I, Qin Feng, have even braved the Sword Tomb, should I be afraid of a mere woman?"

Qin Feng encouraged himself in his heart.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his fear and unease.

Then, he adjusted his robes and, with a tragic sense of martyrdom, flew toward the Sect Master's Sleeping Palace, which appeared increasingly mysterious and majestic in the night.

The Sect Master's Sleeping Palace was located in a quiet courtyard independent of the Sect Masters Grand Hall.

Here, clouds and mist swirled, cranes flew in unison, exotic flowers and rare herbs covered the ground, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it had almost condensed into liquid.

Compared to Zhao Muxue's cold and lonely Muxue Cave Residence, this place possessed an extra touch of the domineering Aura and luxury of one who rules the world.

When Qin Feng arrived at the courtyard entrance, two female guards wearing golden armor with unfathomable Auras blocked his path.

These two female guards were beautiful and tall, but they exuded a cold, battle-hardened, iron-blooded Killing Intent!

Their cultivation levels were shockingly both at the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

"Who goes there?" one of the female guards spoke coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Qin Feng of Qingxin Peak, here by the order of the Sect Master to request an audience." Qin Feng bowed respectfully.

The two female guards exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

For hundreds of years, no man had ever set foot in the Sect Master's Sleeping Palace, except for her closest maids.

This person named Qin Feng was the first.

However, they did not ask further.

After confirming the Sect Master's token in Qin Feng's hand, they stepped aside to make way.

"Holy Son, please."

Qin Feng nodded and stepped into the mysterious and unknown courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, winding paths led to secluded spots, with a new view at every step.

Rockeries, flowing water, strange stones, spiritual plants... Everything was arranged perfectly, filled with the charm of the Dao and nature.

Qin Feng crossed the courtyard and arrived before a magnificent palace built from thousand-year-old sandalwood and ten-thousand-year-old warm jade.

The palace doors were left ajar.

A Phoenix-like fragrance, even richer and more domineering than what he had smelled in the treasure vault earlier, drifted out in wisps through the gap in the doors.

Just smelling this scent, Qin Feng felt the Dragon-Elephant Power within him begin to stir uncontrollably.

He stood at the door, hesitating for a moment.

Finally, he took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy palace doors.

Creak—

The palace doors slowly opened.

What met his eyes was an extravagantly luxurious hall that was excessively spacious.

The floor of the hall was paved with a single, massive piece of unknown, warm jade.

Hanging on the walls were magnificent paintings of mountains and rivers.

Embedded in the dome were nine brilliant night-luminescent pearls the size of dragon eyes, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

At the end of the hall, Bai Luoli was sitting there quietly.

She was not sitting on the nine dragon throne that symbolized supreme power.

Instead, she was sitting on a daybed covered with snow-white fox fur.

Today, she was not wearing that majestic and domineering Black-gold Phoenix Robe.

Instead, she had changed into a slightly loose, crimson silk dress.

The neckline of the long dress was cut very low, revealing a patch of blindingly snow-white skin and that bottomless cleavage.

Her waterfall-like black hair was not piled high as usual, but was draped casually over her shoulders.

A few strands of hair fell onto her beautiful face, which appeared even more charming and moving because she had just bathed.

At this moment, she no longer had any of the Sect Master's majesty.

Her whole being exuded a lazy, coquettish, and mature charm that was full of fatal temptation.

She held a glass of blood-red wine emitting a strange fragrance.

Those eyes, which were always as sharp as a Phoenix, were now covered with a layer of hazy mist.

She looked at Qin Feng as he walked in, her red lips curling up slightly, forming a charming smile capable of making any man lose his soul.

"You've come?"

Her voice was no longer cold and domineering as before.

Instead, it had become soft and seductive, carrying a hint of a hoarse, sleepy nasal tone, as if it could drill directly into one's bones.

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat at this moment!

He felt his throat go dry in an instant.

He looked at the stunning beauty before him, who seemed like a completely different person.

His mind went blank.

It's over.

A honey trap.

She really used a honey trap on him!

And it was this kind of most direct, most crude, and most unreasonable, trump-card level honey trap!

Who could withstand this?!

Qin Feng felt his legs go a bit weak.

He stood where he was, at a loss, not knowing whether he should advance or retreat.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Bai Luoli looked at his silly, wooden-post-like appearance and felt a burst of amusement in her heart.

She put down her wine glass and beckoned to him gently.

The gesture was filled with the natural entitlement of a queen summoning her pet.

"Come here."

Her voice carried a hint of irresistible command.

Qin Feng's body walked toward her uncontrollably.

He felt like a Puppet controlled by invisible threads, walking step by step toward that sweet trap carefully prepared for him.

He walked to the daybed and stopped.

That richer, more domineering mature scent, mixed with the faint aroma of wine, instantly enveloped him, making him dizzy.

"Sect... Sect Master."

He squeezed these two words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Hmm?"

Bai Luoli frowned slightly.

A trace of displeasure flashed through those hazy phoenix eyes.

She extended her slender finger, painted with bright red nail polish, and gently hooked Qin Feng's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"I do not like this form of address."

Her voice carried a hint of a young woman's coquettishness.

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat!

He looked at the breathtakingly beautiful face right in front of him.

He looked at her watery phoenix eyes, full of charm and expectation.

An absurd, yet perfectly fitting thought for the current situation, grew wildly in his mind.

Could it be...

She wants him to call her...

Qin Feng's heart hammered wildly.

He felt as if he had guessed the truth again.

He looked at Bai Luoli's face, which seemed to clearly say "Hurry up and call me that," and swallowed hard.

Then, with a tentative, cautious, and uncertain voice, he softly called out that name.

"Luo... Luolo?"