Chapter 327: Damian Just Wanted Directions

Damian watched the sisters continue arguing for several more seconds before finally raising both hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! Calm the fuck down. If you two want to become my slaves that badly, I can just take both of you."

Serina and Miona immediately spun toward him. "Shut up!"

Their voices came out at almost exactly the same time.

Damian actually leaned backward from the force of their response. "Damn. Fine."

Cassandra’s eyebrow twitched.

She had been watching the ridiculous argument long enough, and whatever patience she had left finally snapped. "FUCKING CALM DOWN, BOTH OF YOU!"

BOOOOOOM!

Her crimson-black pressure suddenly surged outward.

Serina and Miona were instantly slammed onto their knees, the ground beneath them cracking from the force.

CRACK!

Neither sister could even argue anymore.

Cassandra stared down at them with visible irritation. "We haven’t even fucking said anything yet, and somehow you two already decided this bastard wants to enslave both of you!"

Miona struggled beneath the overwhelming pressure and barely managed to raise her head. "Isn’t... that the truth?"

Damian immediately pointed at her. "Of course fucking not, you nutjob!"

Miona stared at him.

Serina also looked up, confusion replacing some of the tension in her expression.

Damian let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead beneath the edge of his mask. "I came looking for you two because I actually need your help."

That immediately made both sisters pause.

Even Cassandra’s irritation faded slightly as she glanced toward Damian.

Damian lowered his hand and continued, "I’m actually planning to spend some time on the demonic side."

Serina’s eyes sharpened slightly at those words.

Damian pointed toward both sisters. "Since you two are basically the only demonic cultivators I personally know, I wanted to ask you for information."

He shrugged casually. "You know, which sects I should avoid, where I can go without immediately getting stabbed, what kind of factions are around, who hates who, where the good shit is... normal tourist information."

Both of them stared at him for a moment before quickly turning toward each other.

When their eyes met, only then did the full stupidity of what they had just done finally sink in.

Miona’s face rapidly turned red.

Serina wasn’t much better. She looked away slightly and cleared her throat, desperately trying to recover some of her usual composure.

Cassandra slowly withdrew most of her pressure, and a second later, she burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Fuck, that makes this even better!"

Miona immediately looked away in embarrassment.

Cassandra pointed toward the sisters. "To think you two were ready to sacrifice yourselves without even bothering to ask what Damian actually wanted!"

She narrowed her eyes, grinning wickedly. "It seems that deep down, you really wanted to become his, right?"

Miona clenched her jaw. "Shut up."

That only made Cassandra laugh harder.

Serina coughed softly into her fist. "...It appears we may have misunderstood the situation."

Damian slowly turned toward her. "May have?"

Serina fell silent.

Damian placed one hand against his chest and sighed dramatically. "Damn. Here I was just trying to ask for directions, and somehow both of you started fighting over who gets sacrificed to me."

Miona’s face became even redder. "Stop talking."

Damian completely ignored her. "Still..."

He wiped away an imaginary tear beneath his mask. "I’m kind of touched."

Both sisters immediately looked toward him with suspicion.

Serina’s embarrassment faded into caution. "Why?"

Damian spread his arms shamelessly. "You were both so damn eager to become my slaves. If you really want to, who am I to crush your dreams?"

Miona’s expression instantly darkened. "You..."

Damian raised one finger before she could start cursing again. "Wait, wait. Don’t reject the offer that quickly."

Miona looked ready to throw something at him.

Damian continued with complete confidence. "At least listen to the benefits first."

Serina frowned. "Benefits?"

Damian’s shameless rich-young-master confidence immediately returned. "Oh, absolutely."

He pointed toward the distant battlefield.

"In fact, explaining it with words probably won’t do it justice."

Damian turned his head toward the direction Linsey and Evelyn had gone earlier. "Let’s just watch my other two ’slaves’ work for a while."

Miona stared at him with disbelief. "You seriously call them slaves?"

Damian suddenly coughed. "Well..."

His confidence faltered for approximately one second. "Technically, they’re members of my harem."

Serina’s eyebrow slowly rose.

Miona’s mouth opened slightly.

Damian quickly waved his hand as if the distinction hardly mattered. "But either way, they’re mine. Just watch them."

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Back on the battlefield, a sudden burst of wind exploded across the sky.

BOOOOOOM!

Countless streams of Wind Qi twisted together above the two armies as Linsey appeared high overhead, her enormous [Tempest Severing Chakram] resting casually against one shoulder.

Her arrival immediately drew attention from both sides.

Linsey looked down at the hundreds of cultivators below before dramatically raising one hand. "Hey, hey, hey! Blue Mist Sect! Nether Blood Moon Sect!"

Her voice, amplified by Qi, spread across the battlefield.

Nearby disciples instinctively stopped fighting and looked upward.

Even several elders paused in the middle of their clashes, clearly wondering which lunatic had decided to interrupt an ongoing sect war.

Linsey proudly pointed toward herself. "I am Wind Dragon of the [Forbidden Immortal Harem]!"

Silence.

For several seconds, nobody seemed to know how they were supposed to respond to that ridiculous introduction.

Linsey didn’t care in the slightest.

She spread both arms dramatically, her giant [Tempest Severing Chakram] floating beside her as powerful currents of wind curled around its blades. "Here’s the deal!"

She pointed toward the cultivators below. "Hand over some treasures, and maybe I won’t make this annoying for everyone!"

Several elders stopped fighting altogether.

One elder from the Nether Blood Moon Sect stared at her in complete disbelief. "What?"

His confusion quickly turned into fury when he realized this strange masked woman had genuinely appeared in the middle of their war to rob both sides. "A little girl dares interrupt our war?!"

Blood Qi violently erupted from his body as he rushed toward her. "Courting death!"

BOOOOM!

The elder shot into the sky and rushed directly toward Linsey, his killing intent locking firmly onto her.

Linsey didn’t move or even bother reaching for her [Tempest Severing Chakram].

Instead, a playful laugh escaped from behind her mask as she casually raised one hand. "Hehehe."

She extended her index finger and thumb, forming them into the shape of a small imaginary weapon before aiming directly between the approaching elder’s eyes.

The elder frowned.

Linsey tilted her wrist slightly. "Bang."

WHOOOOOSH!

An icy arrow suddenly tore through the air from somewhere far behind her, and the elder barely had time to sense the danger.

SHIIING!

The arrow pierced directly through his forehead, instantly freezing his furious expression and his entire body.

For half a second, the elder remained suspended in the air before plummeting to the ground, his body shattering into pieces on impact.

Silence spread across the surrounding cultivators once again.

Far in the distance, hidden atop another section of the battlefield, Evelyn calmly raised her [Glacial Starfall Bow], aiming at the others.

Back above the battlefield, Linsey casually spun her massive [Tempest Severing Chakram] around one arm while grinning. "Anyone else?"