During the day, she was still an ice-cold, frost-like woman of an iceberg temperament, but at night she transformed into a beautiful enchantress, easily within reach.
Most importantly, this was a mutual "transaction" of reciprocal needs, and both parties understood clearly that no responsibilities needed to be shouldered afterward. Moreover, Xu Xia’er was even willing to offer two women to him as "gifts," which was a form of veiled bribery.
"Sect Master, please restrain yourself." Ye Fan’s voice carried indifference as he treated the scene before him as a test of his mental discipline.
Xu Xia’er chuckled softly and said, "There’s no need to be reserved, Master. I am but a worldly woman, and what I do is merely for a chance to become immortal. But our cultivation only reaches the Golden Core Stage, enough to satisfy a lifetime, daring not to seek eternity, only hoping Master can give me this opportunity."
With that, Xu Xia’er gracefully bowed, her head touching the ground, her demeanor devout.
The cultivation method of Tianling Pavilion was to be mutual cauldrons with men. For two cultivators, mutually satisfying each other, there was no emotional burden to carry.
But Ye Fan did not want any betrayal of the body.
When Xu Xia’er slightly rose, preparing to fall into Ye Fan’s embrace, he pushed her away with one palm. This push did not use full force, only sending Xu Xia’er three or four meters away, a force without much lethality.
"Sect Master?" The two women, dressed in flimsy clothes, quickly got up to check on Xu Xia’er’s condition.
Xu Xia’er looked sorrowful, "It seems Master is not satisfied with us. I will wait outside then..."
After speaking, she truly opened the door and went out with the two women, waiting quietly outside.
Ye Fan was originally going to meditate and practice the third layer of Nine Yang Divine Skill, but with the ambivalent Xu Xia’er outside, he dared not enter deep meditation, fearing a sneak attack, so he could only practice as if sitting in regular meditation. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
By the latter half of the night, Xu Xia’er found it dull and left with her people.
When the first light of dawn rose, Wu Ding pushed open the door, smiling, "How was your night, Junior Brother?"
Ye Fan squinted at her and said, "What do you think, Senior Sister?"
"Don’t take me for one of those vixens, Junior Brother. Even if I desired you, I would use straightforward means. Otherwise... can you escape from the palm of my hand?" Wu Ding said proudly.
Indeed, Ye Fan questioned himself, knowing his cultivation was far behind Wu Ding’s. If she truly wanted to forcibly make him a mutual cauldron, he had no way to resist. But that would be "forcing to yield."
"Senior Sister, have you ever heard that a forced melon is not sweet?" Ye Fan said.
"If you don’t force it, how would you know if it’s sweet or not? Ha... No need to worry, Junior Brother. I was observing you with my Divine Sense all night, and I am pleased with your performance. I will definitely reward you later." While saying this, Wu Ding gave Ye Fan a knowing look, hinting that there was something noteworthy in this "reward."
Meanwhile, Elder Wu yawned and walked over, appearing just like an ordinary person waking in the morning, still in a daze.
Wu Ding coldly laughed, "Did you sleep well last night, Senior Brother?"
"Very well, how about Junior Sister?" Elder Wu pretended not to understand.
"Hmph. Which disciple have you set your eyes on this time? I knew you men, descending the mountain, would definitely want to take a trip to Tianling Pavilion, not to investigate why the Xia Yan Sect was exterminated, but for pleasure and freedom."
Elder Wu spoke with a deep prejudice, as if certain Elder Wu had dealings with the women of Tianling Pavilion last night.
Ye Fan also found it peculiar. Logically, Xu Xia’er should entice the higher-cultivated Elder Xu to ask to become mutual cauldrons. Why did Xu Xia’er as Sect Master stay outside his room?
"Senior Sister, what is this?" Qing Xu unknowingly snuck in, holding a pill from a wooden tray in her hand.
"It’s for healing you later, but it should not be used lightly. You are still young, wait a few years before using it." Wu Ding replied.
Qing Xu blinked her innocent eyes and asked, "Why?"
"Because..." Wu Ding glanced at Ye Fan, "Those who take this pill will have imaginative thoughts, and then... you might not be able to resist throwing yourself into someone’s arms."
Qing Xu propped her head and asked, "What does ’throw yourself into someone’s arms’ mean, ?"
As she said this, Qing Xu really "threw herself into someone’s arms," hugging Ye Fan’s waist from behind like a girl clinging to a lover, though her heart remained pure and untainted.
Wu Ding sighed bitterly, shaking her head without further explanation.
"After a night’s rest, we should return to Tianxuan Sect, deliver Qing Xu back, and we should head to the Huang Ji Sect!" Elder Wu, as the leader of the group, was in charge of all travel arrangements.
"Alright." Ye Fan nodded and left the guest room with several others.
However, Xu Xia’er did not come out to see them off this time, and there was not even a single person in sight.
"It’s strange, isn’t it?" Wu Ding, very alert, sensed the surroundings, and soon, a magical sword appeared in her hand, "This is just like when we first arrived at the Xia Yan Sect’s mountain gate."
Elder Wu was not offering any magic treasures, but he nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it is."
Ye Fan understood their meaning because Tianling Pavilion seemed to have turned into a dead domain overnight, without a trace of spiritual energy from living beings around.
When visiting yesterday, Ye Fan had witnessed with his own eyes that there were two to three thousand female disciples in Tianling Pavilion.
"Let’s go, and take a look." Elder Wu gazed at the rear hall not far from the guest room.
The hall doors were ajar, and Elder Wu gently pushed them open. Inside, there appeared to be no murderous intent, but two women without clothes lay on the ground, tragically dead, with no signs of a struggle around.
Seeing these two women, Ye Fan felt a shiver of horror.
Because these two women were clearly the ones who went with Xu Xia’er to his room yesterday.
"The cause of death is unclear, but it was a single, decisive blow!" Elder Wu, after probing cautiously, said.
Wu Ding said, "Let’s look elsewhere."
The four walked out of the hall door, passing many rooms along the way, even checking the back mountain of Tianling Pavilion, seeing corpses everywhere. These corpses all had the same characteristics, suffering an assault before death, killed with a single blow, and leaving no clues.
"The cultivation level of these women in Tianling Pavilion is indeed not high, even Qing Neng and Qing Xu could annihilate them. But under our watchful eyes, without a trace, such a feat requires formidable cultivation, does it not?"
Wu Ding felt a shiver through her body. Though they were cultivating last night, they remained alert. With Ye Fan’s perception, he could sense situations kilometers away, let alone Elder Wu and Wu Ding at the Body Integration Realm.
Elder Wu said, "Killing, in itself, is not difficult. The difficulty lies in killing without being detected by us... And why did they assault these female disciples? Would such experts need to extract spiritual energy from them?"
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, please stop. I’m scared!" Qing Xu, like a timid girl, once again threw herself into Ye Fan’s embrace.