Chapter 161 - 122: The First Day

Chapter 161: Chapter 122: The First Day

The innkeeper shook his head. "I haven’t seen him. However, about four days ago, an unidentified body was found in the river outside the city. Later... I think it was wrapped in a mat and buried unceremonemoniously."

"Where was it buried?"

"Probably north of the city. Any outsiders who die here are buried there."

Qiu Yuehan quickly followed the innkeeper’s directions to the graveyard outside the city. With a casual wave of her hand, the ground burst open inch by inch.

Before long, a corpse was indeed revealed amidst the churning earth. Although it had started to decay, some of its facial features were still recognizable. It was, in fact, the thieving Cyan-robed Cultivator.

The situation was now crystal clear. That day, someone had disguised themselves as the innkeeper to meet her. ’As for their motive... was it to give me the bone?’

’Why give it to me?’

Qiu Yuehan looked toward the Daoist Sect. ’Perhaps it wasn’t for me, but for Lu Changyuan?’

"Me? You mean me?"

In the Hehuan Hall, which was adorned with images of men and women copulating, Mei Zhaozhao, still dressed in a black robe, pointed to herself. "Me again? I just got back from a mission where I nearly died in the Netherworld! Xiao Qingfeng has absolutely no regard for our past. I haven’t even had a proper rest, and you’re already sending me on another mission?"

Mei Zhaozhao was indignant. "I am the appointed Saintess, after all! How is it appropriate for me to be running around in public all day?"

Standing before Mei Zhaozhao was a voluptuous cultivator with a seductive figure, full breasts, wide hips, a slender waist, and rouged red lips.

She was Red Robe Master of the Hehuan Sect, a Sixth Realm Kai Yang cultivator, and also a member of the Hehuan Release Sect.

Mei Zhaozhao said angrily, "My injuries from the Netherworld haven’t fully healed. I can’t go on this mission."

Red Robe Master looked at Mei Zhaozhao, her voice incomparably seductive, enough to make one’s mind race with desire. "If your injuries aren’t healed, just find a man and ’eat’ him. That’s all the treatment you need. It’s very fast. Dilly-dallying like this, when will you ever heal?"

Hearing this, Mei Zhaozhao grew even angrier.

Ever since the new Hehuan Sect Master took power, the Desire Annihilation Sect had been severely suppressed. As the Saintess, she naturally bore the brunt of it, and the last mission to the Netherworld was a prime example.

The mission was a near-certain death sentence, and Mei Zhaozhao hadn’t wanted to go at all. But as she was a Spirit Communication Body, she couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so she could only bite the bullet and enter the Netherworld.

She had barely made it back alive, thinking she could at least have a few days of peace. She thought it couldn’t possibly be her turn for another mission, and that she might even find some time to begin her breakthrough to the Fifth Realm. But she never expected Red Robe to come looking for her again.

"I can find a dozen or so vigorous men for you. If that’s not enough, you can even use my good little doggy, no problem. His Essence Qi is quite potent, you know."

Mei Zhaozhao gritted her teeth. "I would never use them. Not just anyone can strip my clothes off. It would take an absurdly strong man... someone as strong as the Chang’an Daoist... only then would this Saintess cast aside her modesty and ride him."

Ironically, the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect was still a virgin.

"Is your faction still hung up on the Chang’an Daoist? He has already ascended!" Red Robe’s smile vanished. Seeing that Mei Zhaozhao was choosing to do things the hard way, she snorted coldly. "This time, you’re going to the Blood Demon Palace. I’ve heard that Xue Yanluo has vanished into thin air, and the Blood Demon Lord intends to groom a new successor. He’s planning something in secret. You are to go and investigate. If you’re unwilling, then you can forget about the rendezvous with the Fox Race, too."

As her words fell, Red Robe vanished on the spot, leaving Mei Zhaozhao fuming.

Angry, but helpless, she had no choice but to leave the hall. The moment she stepped out, waves of decadent sound drifted over from the side halls.

Mei Zhaozhao hated the scene. She ignored the obscene sounds, picked up her pace, and soon returned to the mountain peak where she resided.

In this den of demons, her residence was as pure as a lotus blooming in the mire. Two or three plum trees were planted at the entrance to her small courtyard. They were in full bloom amidst the snow, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

She had planted these trees herself. After considering many varieties, she ultimately chose plum trees—perhaps because her own surname was Mei.

Mei Zhaozhao let out a sigh of relief and took off her black robe, revealing a face of suffocating beauty.

It was a face of ultimate enchantment, like a fine, aged wine. One didn’t even need a taste; a mere whiff was enough to turn one’s Divine Soul upside down and make them lose their sense of self.

If she were to combine this with the bewitching arts of the Hehuan Sect, as long as Mei Zhaozhao was willing, the male cultivators of the world would likely line up to kneel at her feet.

"Such a bitter, hurried life."

Mei Zhaozhao walked into her room and tossed the black robe aside. Her wine-red hair cascaded down her shoulders, as dazzling as a plum blossom—beautiful without being gaudy, possessing a pureness tinged with demonic charm.

Her crystalline skin seemed to glow in the darkness, and her gentle eyes held the shimmer of rippling autumn waters. If a man were to meet her gaze, he would fall under the illusion that she was in love with him... They were a truly terrifying pair of eyes.

Her cherry-red lips were flawless, tempting one to the point of madness with the desire for a taste. But she merely parted them and said, "Cold rain in the morning, harsh winds at night... why is my fate so bitter?"

In the end, she still had to make the trip to the Blood Demon Palace.

But the only person she knew in the Blood Demon Palace was Xue Yanluo, and that Yin Yang Person had already cut ties with his clan and given up the title of Young Master.

’Why did that Xue Yanluo have to abandon his perfectly good position as Young Master? He’s made life difficult for everyone!’

Mei Zhaozhao sighed. She could only hope that if the Blood Demon Lord did catch her, he would spare her on account of her martial aunt once having been his favored concubine.

’Thankfully, I wasn’t actually injured at all.’

In truth, Mei Zhaozhao hadn’t sustained any injuries during her trip to the Netherworld.

Mei Zhaozhao closed her eyes and, in her mind, cursed the eighteen generations of Red Robe Master’s ancestors.

"WOOF WOOF."

Outside a small mountain village, a limping monk in a patchwork robe squatted down and patted a large yellow dog on the head.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Dog, could you please tell this humble monk if the Young Master of the Blood Demon Palace is in this place?"

When the large yellow dog didn’t answer, the pressure from the monk’s hand on its head grew stronger.

"Hey monk, why are you bullying Big Yellow?"

A child from the village ran over, scolding the monk.

"This humble monk was merely asking Benefactor Dog a question."

"You’re a strange monk! Why are you asking Big Yellow questions? He can’t answer you!"

The monk gave a smile, revealing a set of chillingly white teeth. He pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. All things possess a Spirit."