The Most Insane Woman Makes Her Entrance

Peak of Supreme Bliss, Listening Rain Pavilion.

This was a luxurious cave dwelling suspended above a sea of clouds. Spiritual mist swirled all around, draping over the vermilion eaves and carved pillars like a veil of light silk.

In the past, only someone with the heaven-shaking authority of the Sect Master would be qualified to stand here and look down upon the masses.

But now, this place had become Ye Xuan's dao ashram.

As a peerless talent who possessed a Golden Core cultivation base right upon joining the sect, coupled with the secret instructions from the Supreme Elder hidden behind the scenes, Ye Xuan's treatment was simply absurdly good.

Not only was he directly granted the status of Guest Elder, but the sect had also generously allocated the entire Peak of Supreme Bliss—a symbol of status and desire—to him, along with an annual stipend of one hundred thousand supreme-grade spirit stones.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere in the Listening Rain Pavilion was as freezing as the descent of a harsh winter.

Get lost.

Ye Xuan stood at the main entrance, his hands clasped behind his back.

In front of him, a full fifty scantily clad maids and stunning beauties, draped in diaphanous silk, knelt in a row.

They were all of superb appearance, each with her own unique charm. Every look they gave revealed a carefully cultivated seductiveness, and the air was mixed with the scent of various precious rouges, enough to make any normal man's blood boil.

But Ye Xuan's voice was like an ice blade, viciously stabbing into this enchanting atmosphere.

The deacon in charge of arrangements shuddered violently. He froze for a moment, then piled a fawning and stiff smile onto his face, bending his waist even lower:

Elder Ye, these were all carefully selected by the sect to serve you. Every single one of them knows the art of serving a man...

Ye Xuan's gaze slowly shifted down, landing on the deacon's sweat-drenched forehead. His pupils contracted slightly, like an awakening fierce beast.

I said, get lost.

The moment his words fell, Ye Xuan's eyes turned cold. The pressure of the Five Elements Primordial Golden Core within his body was released like a bursting dam.

Although it was only a trace of pressure, it carried the natural oppression of a superior, making the Foundation Establishment stage deacon feel as if he had plunged into an ice cave. His very soul trembled, and cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back.

Yes, yes, yes! This subordinate will take them away right now! Right now!

The deacon's face was deathly pale, his teeth chattering, not daring to say another word.

He waved his hands in a panic, herding the group of pale-faced beauties—who had originally hoped to climb the social ladder—like ducks as they fled down the mountain in a sorry state, terrified that if they were a step too late, they would be slapped to death by this temperamental new elder.

In an instant, the massive Listening Rain Pavilion became quiet.

There was only the rustling of the mountain wind blowing through the bamboo forest and the faint, intermittent chirping of birds in the distance.

Phew...

Ye Xuan let out a long breath of stale air and turned around.

He looked at the little maid, Ying'er, who was huddled in the corner behind him, looking nervous and clutching a broom tightly in her hands.

Her small face was stark white, and her knuckles were pale from gripping too hard.

The coldness on Ye Xuan's face melted away like spring snow in that instant, turning into a helpless smile:

Alright, stop gripping that broom so tightly. It's a magical artifact; it won't break from sweeping.

At this time, after all the twists and turns along the way, Ying'er—whose cultivation was only at the peak of Qi Condensation, making her like an ant before these big shots—had been forced to mature and steady her state of mind considerably.

She carefully put down the broom, her large eyes filled with worry and confusion, and asked timidly:

Master... you drove them all away, so who will serve you?

She paused, her eyes darting away, and lowered her voice to a whisper:

Besides... this is the Joyous Union Sect. Don't you want any... cauldrons?

Ye Xuan did not answer immediately.

He walked over to a stone stool carved from a single block of warm jade in the courtyard and sat down. His slender fingers picked up a purple clay teapot and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea. The jade-green tea swirled in the cup, emitting a crisp fragrance.

He took a light sip, but his gaze pierced through the curling steam, looking out toward the sea of clouds below the Peak of Supreme Bliss. His eyes became profound and dark.

Not only do I have to guard against these spies, but I also need to make room... for someone who is about to make her appearance.

Make room? Ying'er tilted her head, looking bewildered.

Ye Xuan did not explain.

He set down his teacup and silently released his divine sense. That powerful divine sense acted like a massive invisible net, instantly enveloping the entire Peak of Supreme Bliss. Not even the movements of a flying bird could escape his perception.

He was waiting.

Waiting for that woman whose name shook the world, whose methods were ruthless, yet who harbored a sickly obsession with him.

That promiscuous demoness!

Sure enough.

In less than half an hour.

The clouds on the horizon were torn apart by a streak of pink flying light.

The flying light appeared crooked and wobbly, as if it would plummet at any moment, full of panic and clumsiness.

It staggered up from the foot of the mountain and finally landed in an extremely clumsy and even somewhat pathetic manner at the entrance of the Listening Rain Pavilion, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Excuse me... is this the dao ashram of the newly arrived Senior Brother Ye?

A timid, sweet, and sticky voice, sounding as if it held honey, rang out at the door. Her voice carried three parts shyness and seven parts nervousness, enough to arouse any man's protective instincts.

Ying'er was just about to go and open the door, but Ye Xuan raised his hand to stop her.

Ye Xuan put down the teacup in his hand. The bottom of the cup clinked softly against the stone table.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a meaningful, even slightly mocking, cold sneer.

She's here.

The award-winning actress has taken the stage.

The next second, Ye Xuan stood up.

He unhurriedly straightened his robes, concealing all the sneers and calculations on his face. In an instant, he switched to an expression of gentle elegance, like a jade-like gentleman, yet carrying a hint of the aloofness of a newcomer.

He walked over personally and slowly pulled open the heavy main doors.

Outside the door.

Stood a young girl.

She wore the pink gauze dress common among the inner disciples of the Joyous Union Sect, with a pale green ribbon tied around her waist, accentuating a slender waist that could be gripped with one hand. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her skin was fairer than snow, tinged with a faint rosy pink.

A pair of large, watery eyes looked as if they could speak.

At this moment, she was looking down, her hands desperately twisting the hem of her skirt. With a face full of shyness and nervousness, she peeked at Ye Xuan through the gaps in her eyelashes, looking exactly like a terrified little rabbit that had strayed into a wolf's den.

S-Senior Brother, hello.

The young girl's cheeks instantly flushed red, the color reaching all the way to the tips of her ears. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's as she said tremblingly:

My name is Ye Yage... I'm a junior sister living on the neighboring Green Bamboo Peak.

I heard that a Golden Core stage eldest senior brother had arrived at the Peak of Supreme Bliss, so I specifically... specifically came to pay a visit.

Ye Xuan stood at the door, his posture tall and straight, looking down at this junior sister who appeared pure to the extreme.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

If it were an ordinary person, they absolutely wouldn't be able to see the slightest flaw.

This disguise, whether it was the suppression of her aura, the adjustment of her bone age, or the inexperienced and naive demeanor, could be considered absolutely flawless.

However.

Ye Xuan knew her.

He knew her all too well.

Even if she turned to ash, even if she replaced every single bone in her body, Ye Xuan would still be able to recognize from the bone fragments that nauseating, coquettish stench carrying the scent of orchids that belonged uniquely to Ye Qingcheng.

Although he had already cursed her ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart, Ye Xuan's surface remained impassive, not even the frequency of his breathing changing slightly.

He just gave her a faint glance, his eyes clear and unfamiliar, his tone as flat as if he were speaking to an insignificant passerby:

Oh, so it is Junior Sister Ye.

I am Ye Xuan. I am new here and do not know the rules. If there is nothing else, please go back, Junior Sister.

With that, Ye Xuan expressionlessly moved to close the door.

Hey! Do not! Do not close the door!

Ye Yage instantly became anxious, unable to maintain her feigned shyness any longer.

She suddenly reached out a snow-white, tender little hand and gripped the doorframe tightly. Her force was so great that it even left finger marks on the hard spirit wood.

At this very moment, her pupils shrank sharply, and her fingertips trembled violently.

This was the closest she had been to him in three hundred years.

So close that she could smell the unique, masculine scent full of yang energy on his body.

So close that she could see the slightly throbbing blue veins beneath the skin of his neck.

Ye Qingcheng felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. The blood surged madly in her body, letting out a roaring sound.

She took a deep breath, using the pain of her nails piercing her palm to forcefully suppress the churning demonic energy within her.

She raised her head, trying hard to control her twisting facial muscles, and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, full of expectation and ingratiation:

Senior... Senior Brother, do not be so cold.

Your Junior Sister has some freshly made pastries here... and... and some insights regarding the sect's cultivation that I would like to discuss with you, Senior Brother.

Ye Xuan looked down at her left hand, which had left finger marks on the doorframe due to excessive force, a trace of mockery flashing extremely quickly in the depths of his eyes.

But he still let go, stepped aside to make way, and turned back, his tone still cold:

Since that is the case, then come in.

Hearing this, Ye Yage was overjoyed. With a greedy light flashing in her eyes, she hurriedly ran in like a little follower who had received her master's permission. She even considerately closed the door behind her and instantly cast an extremely profound soundproofing barrier.

In the courtyard.

Ying'er was pouring tea for Ye Xuan, her movements somewhat restrained.

Seeing Ye Yage follow him in, Ying'er froze for a moment. Her gaze fell on the other party's stunningly beautiful face, and she subconsciously praised:

Wow... what a beautiful sister.

Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng felt sweet inside, the corners of her mouth curling up uncontrollably.

However, Ye Xuan's next words were like a basin of freezing sewage poured over her head.

What is there to be beautiful about?

Ye Xuan took the teacup without even glancing at Ye Qingcheng. With undisguised disgust in his tone, he said coldly:

Pink flesh is but a skeleton, white bones beneath skin and meat.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is.

The smile on Ye Qingcheng's face instantly froze, like a cracked mask.

She felt like these words were cursing her, pointing right at her nose. But her current identity was Ye Yage, so she could not find a reason to refute, let alone lash out.

Senior Brother must be joking...

Ye Qingcheng awkwardly walked to the stone table, only daring to sit on the very edge of the stone stool, even only daring to sit on half of her bottom.

Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, her eyes were glued to Ye Xuan's face as if taking root, unable to shift away in the slightest:

How could Junior Sister deceive Senior Brother... Junior Sister is the most honest.

Is that so?

Ye Xuan snorted noncommittally, not even lifting his eyelids.

The two remained silent for a moment.

The air in the courtyard solidified. This silence was simply a torture-like torment for Ye Qingcheng.

She had countless things she wanted to say, countless postures she wanted to try, wanted to hear him cry out, wanted to see him weep, but now she could only hold it in, holding it in until her internal organs ached.

Finally, she could not bear it anymore.

She decided to cut to the chase, to the question she most wanted the answer to.

Um... Senior Brother.

Ye Qingcheng cleared her throat, pretending to ask casually, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her:

Since Senior Brother has joined our Hehuan Sect, you must know... our sect is famous throughout the world for the path of dual cultivation and plundering.

Most of the senior brothers and sisters in the sect have Dao companions, or many confidantes.

Speaking up to here, her voice began to tremble violently. The pitiful handkerchief in her hands had already been twisted into a dough twist by her, even making the sound of tearing fabric:

I wonder if Senior Brother... has a Dao companion?

When she asked this sentence, Ye Qingcheng's back was covered in cold sweat, and her heart beat wildly like thunder.

She was gambling.

Although her intelligence network showed that Ye Xuan was all alone, she still wanted to hear him say it himself.

As long as he said no.

As long as he said I am single.

Then she would immediately tear off her disguise. Even if she had to use the highest-grade aphrodisiac, even if she had to tie him up, she would cook the raw rice into cooked rice tonight! She would make sure he could never escape her grasp again!

Ye Xuan put down his teacup, the sound of the cup's bottom touching the stone table clearly audible.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the junior sister before him who was so nervous she was about to faint, her eyes revealing a deep thirst.

Looking at the desperately suppressed madness, jealousy, and suffocating possessiveness deep in her eyes.

Ye Xuan smiled.

He smiled as gently as a spring breeze, as warm as jade, yet carrying an indescribable cruelty and malice.

A Dao companion?

Ye Xuan sighed softly, his eyes instantly becoming deep and sorrowful, as if he had fallen into some extremely painful memory he did not want to look back on:

Naturally, I have one.