88: The sixth disciple, the Hehuan Sect wants to use her as a furnace cauldron?

Myriad Flower Valley.

A famous “place of romance” in Central State.

Here, it's spring all year round, with a hundred flowers blooming, but the air is filled not with floral fragrance, but with a... titillating and intoxicating sound that makes one blush.

The Hehuan Sect is located in the deepest part of this valley.

Unlike the Immortal Qi-shrouded style of the Taichu Holy Land, the architectural style of the Hehuan Sect is extremely... bold.

Pink gauze curtains, ambiguous lanterns, and female Disciples dressed in revealing clothes, laughing and playing in front of the mountain gate.

By no means did it look like a proper cultivation Sect.

It looked more like a large... high-end club.

“Cough cough.”

Li Daoxuan led the group and landed outside the valley.

He looked at the scene of “wine ponds and meat forests” before him, couldn't help but clear his throat, and a very serious expression appeared on his face.

“What kind of behavior is this!”

“It's simply a disgrace to public morals!”

“This den of iniquity, today, I, your Revered Master, shall act on behalf of the heavens and thoroughly purify it!”

As he spoke, he walked inside with righteous indignation.

His posture was like an old cadre going to crack down on prostitution.

“Revered Master, slow down.”

Shi Tian followed behind, muttering softly, “Your drool is almost dripping.”

“Nonsense!” Li Daoxuan glared at him, “I, your Revered Master, am angry!”

The group passed through the peach forest.

Soon, they arrived at the central plaza of the Hehuan Sect.

At this moment, the plaza was packed with people, adorned with lanterns and streamers, seemingly holding a grand ceremony.

A tall altar made of pink crystals stood in the center of the plaza.

Above the altar, clouds and mist swirled.

A slender maiden, dressed in thin gauze, was bound to a jade pillar with golden chains.

She looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, with skin like snow, features as delicate as a Fairy in a painting, and a pair of limpid, peach blossom eyes that, with a glance, seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

But at this moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with despair and lifelessness.

“Is that... the sixth Junior Sister?”

Xiao Chen looked at the maiden on the altar, his brows tightly furrowed.

Li Daoxuan didn't speak.

He just opened the System panel.

[Name: Disciple Hua Qingwu]

[Bone Age: Sixteen]

[Physique: Nine Yin Enchantress Body (Unawakened)]

[Status: Being used as a “Cauldron”, about to be sacrificed to the Demonic Path magnate “Blood River Old Ancestor”]

[Evaluation: This Physique is a rare Dual Cultivation Holy Physique, one in ten thousand. If guided correctly, its future achievements are limitless. If it falls into the hands of the Evil Path, it will become a plaything, suffering a tragic end.]

Cauldron?

Sacrifice?

Li Daoxuan's expression instantly darkened.

He could accept life-and-death struggles between enemies, but this act of sacrificing a living person like an object touched his bottom line.

Just then.

A chilling laugh echoed throughout the entire venue.

“Jie jie jie...”

“As expected of the Nine Yin Enchantress Body, rare in ten thousand years. This pure primordial yin Qi, I can smell it from a hundred miles away.”

A withered old man, dressed in blood-red robes and looking like a zombie, slowly walked onto the altar, surrounded by Hehuan Sect Elders.

He was the famous Demonic Path magnate of Central State, Blood River Old Ancestor!

A Soul Transformation Stage Peak cultivation!

“Old Ancestor, do you... find this “sacrifice” satisfactory?”

The Hehuan Sect Revered Master, a beautiful woman who still retained her charm, offered a fawning smile to the Blood River Old Ancestor.

“Satisfactory! Very satisfactory!”

The Blood River Old Ancestor extended his withered hand, greedily caressing Disciple Hua Qingwu's delicate cheek, his eyes glinting with lewd light.

“As long as I drain her primordial yin, I can Breakthrough my Bottleneck and enter the Void Refining Stage!”

“By then, let alone this small Myriad Flower Valley, even the entire Central State will be our domain!”

Above the altar.

Disciple Hua Qingwu closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks.

She knew her fate was sealed.

Resist?

She was just a Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple, how could she resist a Soul Transformation Stage Devil Head?

“Come, my little darling.”

The Blood River Old Ancestor grinned sinisterly, extending his hand, which resembled a ghostly claw, to grab Disciple Hua Qingwu's collar.

However.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch that patch of snowy skin.

“Whoosh---!!!

A streak of cold light, extremely fast and even carrying a strong smell of oil smoke, shot through the air!

“Pfft!”

A dull thud.

The Blood River Old Ancestor's outstretched hand was cleanly severed at the wrist!

Blood gushed out like a fountain!

“Ah---!!!

A shrill scream pierced the sky!

The Blood River Old Ancestor clutched his severed wrist, retreating frantically, staring in horror at the... thing stuck in the altar.

Was that a... knife?

No.

That was a... still dripping with oil, and even stained with a few scallion flakes... a pig-butchering knife?!

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the extremely plain pig-butchering knife, then at the screaming Blood River Old Ancestor.

Their minds were blank.

“Who?!”

“Who?! Who dares to sneak attack me!!”

The Blood River Old Ancestor was both shocked and enraged.

His Indestructible Demonic Body was actually broken by a pig-butchering knife?!

“Sneak attack?”

A loud, powerful voice, even with a hint of brashness, came from outside the crowd.

“This old lady is openly chopping pig trotters!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

A plump woman, carrying a large black pot on her back, was walking over with her hands on her hips, full of Aura.

It was Fat Aunt.

She looked at the old man with the severed hand on the altar, pouted, and showed a look of disdain.

“With your dry, shriveled claws, you still have the nerve to call yourself the Blood River Old Ancestor?”

“Not even enough to get stuck in my teeth!”

“Dare to touch our Sect Master's pre-ordered Disciple?”

Fat Aunt pulled out the still-bloody pig-butchering knife from the altar and wiped it on her apron.

“It seems you're tired of living.”

The Blood River Old Ancestor trembled with rage as he looked at this suddenly appearing plump woman.

“Where did this madwoman come from! You're courting death!”

He was about to make a move.

“Stop.”

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the field.

Everyone turned their heads.

A young man, dressed in white as snow and handsome beyond Mortal comprehension, was slowly walking out of the crowd with his hands behind his back.

He didn't even glance at the Blood River Old Ancestor with the severed hand.

His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed on the desperate maiden bound to the jade pillar.

He slowly ascended into the air, reaching the altar, and met the maiden's eyes.

Then.

Under everyone's astonished gaze.

He reached out and gently waved his hand.

The golden chains, forged from ten-thousand-year-old Profound Iron, shattered inch by inch like tofu.

He took off his white robe and draped it over the maiden's slender body, covering that alluring spring scenery.

Finally.

He turned around, facing the thousands of Hehuan Sect Disciples below, and the Blood River Old Ancestor who was almost bursting with rage.

With an undeniable, domineering tone, as if declaring ownership, he said lightly:

“This girl.”

“I've taken a liking to her.”

“Who agrees?”

“Who opposes?”