Chapter 266 - 263: Sorrow Overflows into a River

Chapter 266: Chapter 263: Sorrow Overflows into a River

What defines a "fairy" in those salacious historical romances?

Her status is a generation above the hero’s, her temperament is cold and aloof, and she’s twenty-eight years old.

And then there are the irritating howls.

For example, the screams from the very beginning that sound like Tom Cat howling!

Those who know would call her a fairy. Those who don’t would think someone was slaughtering a pig for dinner.

In short...

This was more or less the feeling that the Joyful Union Sect gave Fang Can.

A single glance was enough to make him feel as if everything in his line of sight was dripping with grease. Fang Can instinctively averted his eyes and looked at the girl in the red dress.

Compared to those goddesses from the picture sites below, Fang Can suddenly felt the girl in the red dress was an actual fairy.

It really all came down to comparison. The girl before him not only had a flawless face, but her waist was so slender he could encircle it with one hand.

Her red dress stood in stark contrast to the sea of white gauze worn by the fairies below. Even her smooth, perfect, bare feet were enough to stir an appetite in him, despite his recent nausea.

Doing his best to dull his senses, Fang Can couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Miss, are the fairies in your Joyful Union Sect... all like this?"

Seeing the one-eighty this boy, who’d previously given her the cold shoulder, had just pulled, the girl felt a flicker of pride.

’The first Sect Leader was right. You have to put these wretched men in their place before they learn to appreciate you.’

’See? He’s already fallen for my charms.’

"Of course not. These are just low-level female cultivators from the Outer Sect whose Realms will never reach the First Turn. They only drain essence from mortals who have no cultivation, so their potential is limited for life."

The girl’s crisp voice, explaining things right by his ear, did much to neutralize the nauseating pig-squeals.

According to the girl, every Disciple who enters the Joyful Union Sect undergoes an aptitude test.

A Disciple who masters the "Great Ecstasy Bodhisattva Heart Sutra" within thirty days has outstanding aptitude and is chosen as a Saintess.

A Disciple who masters the "Yin-Yang Union Ode" within thirty days becomes a Core Disciple.

After that come the Inner Sect and the fast-tracked Outer Sect Disciples.

Because the aptitude of the Outer Sect Disciples is simply too poor to be worth training, they are given low-grade Cultivation Techniques to practice directly.

Although they can drain essence, the cultivation process makes their bodies increasingly full-figured, unlike normal people, eventually becoming deformed. And the only resources they can drain are ordinary people with no cultivation.

As for the Inner Sect, they don’t have to engage in their cultivation out in public. Instead, they can take their Transcendent Body Martial Artist partners back to their rooms to drain their essence, and their expressions don’t become as contorted.

"So, Core Disciples can drain essence from Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artists?" Fang Can asked instinctively, only to earn a roll of the eyes from the girl.

"In your dreams. Our Joyful Union Sect has very few Martial Artists who have reached the Heaven-Ascending Road. Besides, cultivators at that Realm are all core members of the major sects. How could we possibly have the resources to supply them to our Disciples for draining?"

"Therefore, most Core Disciples cultivate with each other, woman with woman in pairs, to achieve the self-sustaining state of the ’Yin-Yang Union Ode’."

"Huh?" Fang Can’s eyes widened as he stared at the girl in astonishment. ’Something’s off about this picture.’

"Aren’t you the Joyful Union Sect? Seduce those Martial Artists with your charms! Isn’t that your specialty?" Fang Can said reflexively.

"Easier said than done. Which of those Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artists isn’t a person of extreme determination? They’d even castrate themselves for the sake of martial arts. You tell me, how are we supposed to seduce them?"

"Then raise them from a young age? Get them addicted to women?" Fang Can suggested.

"A Martial Artist addicted to women wouldn’t have a firm will. How many of them could ever cultivate to the Heaven-Ascending Road?" the girl retorted.

"Then just use force to abduct a Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artist. Wouldn’t that solve it?" Fang Can said.

"Those on the Heaven-Ascending Road are the cornerstones of their sects. My Joyful Union Sect has no desire to become a thorn in the side of every nation’s Fourth Turn masters, like you have," the girl snorted.

’Then isn’t that a catch-22?’

Fang Can suppressed his surprise. He hadn’t expected the Core Disciples of the Joyful Union Sect to all be lesbians.

But on second thought, it made sense.

Cultivators past the First Turn are all rare treasures. In the entire martial world, no more than two thousand First Turn cultivators emerge in a decade. Each one is the cream of the crop, and no one would be willing to let them be used for essence draining.

Seeing the pensive Fang Can, the girl revealed a radiant smile.

She gently extended a slender, pale finger and lifted Fang Can’s chin.

"Aren’t you on the Heaven-Ascending Road? And a perfect cauldron, at that. You’re in for a real treat these next few days."

After speaking, the girl subconsciously pulled her hand back, placing it behind her back. She gently rubbed her fingertip, surprised by the strange sensation from the brief contact with his skin.

"Oh..." Fang Can replied casually, then looked at the girl and asked, "I never asked. What’s your name, Miss?"

"Hmph. Asking for my name? Are you getting ideas about draining me?"

The girl suppressed the strange feeling, lifted her proud head, and looked at Fang Can with a scornful gaze.

"I’ll tell you this, it’s hopeless. You’re so weak right now, you don’t even have the right to lick my toes."

"If you ever have the chance to reach the Fourth Turn someday, I’ll tell you my name then."

"However... you’re about to be used as a cauldron by all the nations in turn. I’m afraid you’ll never have the chance to reach the Fourth Turn in your entire life."

Since the girl in the flowing red dress was being dismissive, Fang Can couldn’t be bothered to reply and simply jumped down from the stationary flying carpet.

"Then please lead the way, Miss."

"Of course. I can’t wait to hear you, Young Master Fang, screaming just like those Outer Sect disciples under the draining of my sect’s Core Disciples."

The girl’s words were accompanied by a laugh like silver bells. She was clearly looking forward to seeing Fang Can’s cold, stiff face show some other expression.

"I’m really looking forward to your performance in a little while, Young Master Fang Can."

Ignoring the girl’s smug, bratty provocations, Fang Can walked away from the Uncovered Square, and the chaos in his ears subsided considerably.

Compared to the Inverted Gate, which resided on a floating mountain peak, the Joyful Union Sect’s location was much more ordinary, situated among mountain ridges.

Walking along and observing the lush greenery on both sides, the two arrived at a large hall shrouded in light gauze.

There, he saw an enchanting woman in a long, light gauze dress seated in the center of the hall. Her eyes were as tantalizing as ripe peaches, and her mature, voluptuous figure was faintly visible beneath the thin gauze. She exuded both the dignified grace of one long in a high position and the unique, seductive charm of the Joyful Union Sect.

Her red lips burned like fire, and her skin was as smooth as fine cream. Though she wore no makeup, she naturally exuded a soul-stealing beauty.

Her eyes, in particular, held both authority and allure. They seemed capable of piercing a person’s heart, yet also seemed to hide a spider’s web of ensnaring passion, a contradictory fusion of dignity and seduction.

The moment she saw Fang Can, the woman’s slightly narrowed eyes sized up the young man’s appearance.

The girl in the red dress gracefully retreated outside the hall, her red lips curling into a sly arc. "Sect Leader, this is the one from the Celestial Secret List..."

"I am aware. Liu Qingmeng’s cauldron, correct?"

Her voice from behind the gauze was languid, yet it made the air in the entire hall freeze solid.

Her jade-like feet stepped on the moonlight-dappled floor as the Joyful Union Sect Leader propped herself up from the agarwood couch, the thin gauze slipping to reveal her snow-white collarbone.

With a single step, her figure crossed the void, transforming into a phantom that appeared right before the young man. The woman who had just been as languid as a cat was now looming over him, filling his vision.

’Dangerous. This woman is extremely dangerous.’

That was Fang Can’s assessment. She was in a completely different league from the girl in red.

Then, he felt a tickle as the Fourth Turn master’s fingertip slid from his Adam’s apple down to his chest. She gave Fang Can a look of satisfaction.

"I can tell you’re a first-class cauldron even without a test. That Liu Qingmeng didn’t do anything to you, did she?"

"Elder Liu’s kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. Jiejian Mountain is a great and righteous sect; of course they wouldn’t engage in such draining practices," Fang Can said with righteous conviction.

"Heh. You defend Jiejian Mountain so vehemently, but didn’t they just toss you aside?"

The Sect Leader’s eyes studied Fang Can, and she nodded to herself. "No trace of Jiejian Mountain’s Sword Qi on you. It seems you really are pure."

"But the cauldron that Jiejian Mountain couldn’t bear to drain... my Joyful Union Sect will pounce on it with relish!"

The Sect Leader waved her hand sharply. Her gauze robes flew, and her figure was already seated back on the agarwood couch within the nine-layered gauze curtains.

Her seductive eyes glanced at the red-skirted girl as she commanded, "Lian’Er, summon all Disciples at the Core level and above. Let’s test the mettle of this male Disciple from Jiejian Mountain."

"Yes!" Lian’Er replied excitedly, then rushed off in high spirits.

Looking at the young man whose expression remained as calm as ever, the Sect Leader revealed a cruel smile. "Young man, you don’t think this is just some ordinary essence draining, do you?"

Fang Can, unperturbed by this twist of fate, casually replied, "What else could be different?"

"It seems it’s been too long since a Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artist from another sect has visited, leading outsiders to have the wrong impression."

The Sect Leader giggled. "A boy like you, who has just stepped into the First Turn... under the draining of my Core Disciples, I fear you won’t even last a single night’s rest before your life and soul are forfeit."

"Are you going to kill me?" Fang Can asked, a slightly strange feeling in his heart.

’I feel like I’ve said this to Elder Liu before.’

"Of course not. But aside from your life, we will devour everything else you have," the Sect Leader said, twisting a lock of her long, dark hair around her fingertip.

"Then there’s no problem."

Seeing Fang Can’s attitude, the Sect Leader’s willow-like brows furrowed slightly. She merely thought he was an ignorant fool who didn’t know his own limits. Once the ’fierce battle’ began, she’d see how many hours he could last.

Before long, clusters of beautiful figures filed into the hall, each with a different temperament and attire.

Some wore long dresses of frost-colored shark-silk, their snow-white hair tied up in a flying-immortal bun with a cold jade pin, their eyes like the eternally frozen snows of Kunlun.

Others were wrapped in pomegranate-red, gold-feathered robes that clung to honey-colored skin. The corners of their eyes were painted with vermilion Nirvana fire patterns, and phoenix-shaped hairpins carved from marrow-burning incense wood were tucked into their hair, releasing an aphrodisiac fragrance with the slightest movement.

Yet another wore a Bodhisattva crown carved from agarwood pith atop her raven-black hair. A simple white kasaya was draped over a gold-threaded yingluo necklace, and she held a nine-ringed khakkhara staff, yet her jade-like feet were bare.

It was a gathering of incomparably beautiful female cultivators: the cold, the radiant, the mysterious, and the dignified, all in one hall.

Faced with such a terrifying threat, Fang Can... was in danger!

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