Chapter 487: Sneak Attack

Qiu Honglei’s fury increased by 233!

She clearly held her master in high esteem, and Zu’an’s previous words describing her master had deeply displeased her.

“Oh! A woman?” Zu’an’s interest was immediately piqued.

Now this topic has me wide awake.

“How old is your master? Is she pretty? Is she married or engaged?” Zu’an rattled off a string of questions.

Qiu Honglei was speechless.

She couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and angry. “You scoundrel, how dare you even think about my master?”

Qiu Honglei’s fury increased by 100!

“What do you mean, ‘think about your master’?” Zu’an naturally wouldn’t admit it. “Didn’t you invite me to join your sect? If you don’t even tell me this basic information, there’s no sincerity at all.”

Qiu Honglei was bewildered by his logic. On second thought, she realized he would eventually learn these things once he joined the sect, so it might be better to tell him now to show sincerity. She said, “I’m not entirely sure about my master’s exact age. She looks very young, like my older sister, but she’s probably older than she appears.

“As for Master’s appearance... she is naturally extremely beautiful, but few people have ever seen her true face. Whether you get that chance will depend on your luck.

“Regarding marriage, as far as I know, my master has never married and has always been single. However, she seems to be constantly reminiscing about someone.”

After hearing her explanation, Zu’an couldn’t help but exclaim, “You’ve made me really want to meet your master now! But if that’s the case, your master must be a lecher as well.”

Qiu Honglei’s delicate brows furrowed. “Why are you still saying such things?”

Qiu Honglei’s fury increased by 135!

Zu’an chuckled. “It’s not only men who can be lustful. Otherwise, why would she take on a handsome, dashing, and charming fellow like me as a disciple?”

Qiu Honglei was speechless.

On the rooftop, Ice Master sneered repeatedly. Well, it seemed he had overthought things. With this boy’s death-seeking nature, he wouldn’t even need Ice Master to lift a finger once they returned to the sect; he’d certainly meet his doom.

Qiu Honglei quickly said, “Oh, there’s something important I must warn you about. You absolutely cannot be so unrestrained with your words in front of my master. She is a very strict person, and many in the sect who break the rules are executed by her. If you talk nonsense in front of her and make her angry, I won’t be able to save you.”

Zu’an laughed heartily, saying carelessly, “Don’t worry, that’s how she treats others. She definitely won’t be like that with me.”

Qiu Honglei was speechless.

She didn’t know how to respond. Why did he look so utterly punchable right now?

“Oh, by the way, what’s your relationship with Lu Sanyuan? I initially thought he was your sect leader,” Zu’an asked, a little curious.

Qiu Honglei replied, “He is the sect leader’s junior brother, and also my martial uncle.”

On the rooftop, Ice Master shook his head. The Saintess was telling him everything. He wondered what kind of bewitching spell this guy had cast on her.

Hmph, when it came down to it, women couldn’t be relied on. Usually so cold and unapproachable, but once they met the right man, they’d throw themselves at him with all sorts of enthusiasm.

After returning to the sect, he definitely had to report this to the sect leader. This woman was a liability, practically helping outsiders.

He also needed to tell the other brothers to stop fawning over her; her heart was already set on someone else, and their efforts would be in vain.

The two in the room, unaware of his thoughts, continued their conversation.

Zu’an mused, “What exactly is your sect called? Why does everyone refer to you as a demon cult? Is it perhaps related to the demon race?”

He couldn’t help but think of Yun Yuqing, wondering if there was a connection, maybe they could truly become allies.

Qiu Honglei shook her head. “We have no relation to the demon race. We call ourselves the Sacred Sect, but the world doesn’t understand our ideals and often slanders us by calling us a demon cult.”

Zu’an made a sound of surprise. “What are your ideals?”

Qiu Honglei explained, “The prevailing belief of successive dynasties is that cultivation is only for a select few with talent and aptitude. However, once one becomes a cultivator, they can completely change their fate and enjoy worldly wealth and glory. Because the powerful often intermarry, their children have a higher probability of possessing cultivation aptitude. If this continues long-term, commoners with cultivation aptitude will become increasingly rare...”

“Our sect leader, however, believes that everyone is equal and cultivation should not be the exclusive right of a select few, but something everyone should be qualified to pursue. She has been advocating this view and researching methods for ordinary people to cultivate. Yet, these ideas are not tolerated by the mainstream cultivation world, which views them as heretical and evil.” As she spoke, she became emotional, clearly filled with righteous indignation.

Zu’an clicked his tongue in surprise. “I never imagined your master had such noble ideals.”

Qiu Honglei was stunned, not expecting him to agree with her. She couldn’t help but grasp his hand in delighted surprise. “Do you truly think that? You’re not just saying that to please me, are you?”

Zu’an looked puzzled. “It truly is a noble ideal. Why would I lie to you?”

“My master will definitely like you!” Qiu Honglei leaped up excitedly, as happy as a child.

Zu’an was taken aback. He had never seen Qiu Honglei like this before. She had always carried an aura that captivated all, as if every man was within her control.

But only now did he realize she was just a teenage girl.

“What are you looking at?” Qiu Honglei suddenly noticed his gaze and her face flushed slightly, as she spoke a little uncomfortably.

“You’ve never been this happy before,” Zu’an couldn’t help but muse.

“Of course! It’s rare to meet someone like you who understands our ideals. In the past, when people heard what I said, they would all shun me as if I were a viper. Even if they occasionally said something nice, it was usually just because of my beauty, intentionally humoring me.” Qiu Honglei’s eyes sparkled with a beautiful light, like stars in the night sky.

“Don’t get too excited,” Zu’an interjected, pouring cold water on her enthusiasm. “While it’s a noble ideal, it’s destined to go against the current and won’t have a good outcome.”

Are you kidding? What do cultivators toil so hard for? Of course, for wealth, glory, and various privileges. How could they possibly allow everyone in the world to successfully cultivate?

Not to mention the great aristocratic families, even ordinary cultivators wouldn’t agree. They worked so hard to rise through cultivation and become nobles, only for you to tell them everyone in the world can cultivate? Wouldn’t that ruin everything for them?

Qiu Honglei’s smile faded. “We know the path ahead is difficult, but to do what is seemingly impossible, knowing it cannot be done, that is the belief of our generation.”

Seeing her radiant eyes, Zu’an couldn’t help but feel admiration.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Ice Master sneered again. When they first joined the Sacred Sect, who wasn’t full of such ideals? But what good were mere ideals? Everyone understood now that improving one’s cultivation, making money, and enjoying life were the true path. As for everything else, the Sect Leader could worry about it.

The Saintess seemed quite shrewd, so why was she taking it seriously?

Could it be that women with large breasts are all lack...

Just then, a section of a snowy-white whisk suddenly coiled around his neck. Startled, he instinctively tried to resist, but the whisk’s threads, as if alive, instantly pierced his neck. All the blood from his body was immediately sucked out through the whisk’s threads.

The snowy-white threads turned crimson. Ice Master desperately tried to struggle, but at that moment, he had no strength left. Not only could he not struggle, but he couldn’t even utter a warning.

He watched in horror as the flesh on his arms gradually melted away, until only skin remained.

His entire being was filled with dread, but soon his consciousness completely plunged into darkness.

Soon, an eerie Daoist nun appeared on the rooftop. She retracted her whisk, and the blood-red color on it slowly ascended through the handle into her body.

“The taste of blood is truly wonderful,” the Daoist nun said, her face revealing a look of ecstasy. Then, she stared at the room below, her eyes glinting with dangerous light. “It seems I’ve caught a big fish this time.”