Chapter 126: The Little Foxes of Wild Fox Hermitage
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In the other directions, cultivators were also hurrying toward the Bottomless Light Realm. There was no need to describe them all in detail for now.
The Bottomless Light Realm lay deep within a mountain range in the central region of the Great River Kingdom. Its discovery and the struggle over it in the early days need not be recounted either. At present, the Nine Great Sects jointly possessed the opportunity to enter and leave it.
The mountain was called Emperor’s Gaze Mountain.
According to legend, an emperor of the mortal world had once climbed to its summit and gazed into the distance at what seemed to be the vast and splendid realm under his rule. Thus, the mountain received its name.
Emperor’s Gaze Mountain lay close to the Savage Wilderness in the south. Its climate was dry and sweltering throughout the year, and the mountain was rife with miasma and poisonous vapors. The deep ravines in particular were shrouded in dense fog. Even ordinary cultivators who ventured there would lose their bearings in a daze.
Only the ten sects knew that those layers of fog had all been laid out by them. Cultivators below the Mortal Metamorphosis stage, unless they understood the arrangements of the ten sects, could only force their way through—and would almost certainly pay with their lives.
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On this day, the people of the Peach Haven Sword Sect finally arrived.
Still high in the sky, they saw four groups of cultivators, clearly divided between the two sides. There were two groups on either side, each orderly and consisting of more than a dozen people.
“Those are people from the White Cloud Immortal Sect and the Lingjue Heavenly Palace. The Immortal Fowl Mountain people haven’t arrived yet.”
“Senior Brother seems not to have arrived either.”
“On that side are the Chaotic World Clan and the Blackwater Divine Sect of the demonic path. The Absolute Sword Palace, Ten Thousand Barbarians Mountain, and Wild Fox Convent people aren’t here yet.”
Someone nearby spoke in a low voice.
Fang Junmei looked carefully and indeed saw several familiar faces who had once visited the Peach Haven Sword Sect to observe its teachings. Most notable were Ouyang Ge of the Lingjue Heavenly Palace and the man named Haishan, who had once attacked him. Haishan had been at the late Floating Dust stage back then, but had now reached the early Dao Embryo stage.
On the demonic side, he did not recognize a single person from the Blackwater Divine Sect.
Among the people from the Chaotic World Clan, the familiar figure of Chaotic World Daolang, with whom he had once fought side by side, was also present. Like Fang Junmei, he was at the late Floating Dust stage, standing toward the back of the crowd rather than among its leaders.
The arrival of the Peach Haven Sword Sect naturally drew everyone’s attention.
From a distance, Chaotic World Daolang saw Fang Junmei. After sensing his cultivation level, he showed a trace of surprise, then gave him an insidious smile and subtly shot him a meaningful glance.
He still looked as uninhibited as ever.
From the way he conducted himself alone, one could tell that he held the distinction between the righteous and demonic paths in utter contempt.
Fang Junmei had been born to the demonic path and did not care about such distinctions either. Still, with so many eyes upon them, he did not dare appear too close to this man and merely returned Chaotic World Daolang’s glance in secret.
Their movements had been cautious enough, yet two people still noticed them.
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One of them was a young woman beside Chaotic World Daolang. She was only at the middle Floating Dust stage, yet she had come as well.
She wore a goose-yellow dress beneath a white brocade jacket, which outlined her slender, graceful figure. Her face was delicate and oval, her lips cherry-red, her brows willow-shaped, and her smooth black hair loosely tied into a ponytail. She looked both lively and spirited, every inch of her radiating the lovely innocence of a young girl. There was none of the viciousness commonly associated with a demonic cultivator.
“Brother, don’t keep exchanging glances with him. We’re demonic cultivators. We can’t be getting involved with people from the righteous path. If the clan finds out, we’ll be ruined.”
Perhaps she was somewhat timid. The moment she caught Chaotic World Daolang’s movement, she hurriedly sent him a voice transmission, her tone anxious and displeased.
As she spoke, her beautiful, catlike eyes darted about with remarkable liveliness.
From her tone, it seemed that this girl was Chaotic World Daolang’s younger sister.
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“I know.”
Chaotic World Daolang replied impatiently through voice transmission. All his life, he had feared neither Heaven nor Earth, yet for some reason, his own younger sister was a timid sort.
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The other person was Linghu Jiusong.
“Fifth Brother, do you know that fellow from the Chaotic World Clan?”
Linghu Jiusong’s voice was unusually grim.
Fang Junmei pondered briefly before answering, “When I went to the Ghost Desert on a mission, we joined forces to kill a monster. You could say we know each other.”
Linghu Jiusong’s expression relaxed slightly.
“That’s best. Don’t have any further dealings with him. These demonic cultivators are all butchers who kill without batting an eye. This time, I’m determined to kill several of them and vent the hatred in my heart!”
By the end, his voice had grown even colder.
Fang Junmei’s pupils contracted slightly. Once again, he sensed another side of Linghu Jiusong—the extreme side of him. Yet it was difficult to blame him. The tragedy he had suffered in those years was truly worthy of sympathy.
Fang Junmei had never been one to fuss over details. He did not believe that there was no one in the demonic path worth befriending, but neither did he intend to create a rift with Linghu Jiusong over such a minor matter. He nodded to show that he understood.
Seeing this, Linghu Jiusong said no more.
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The Emerald Jade Boat landed beside the White Cloud Immortal Sect, and everyone disembarked.
Daoist Tianfeng and the other three exchanged greetings with the elders of the other two sects, while the younger disciples who knew one another likewise gathered to exchange pleasantries.
The time for the secret realm to open had clearly not yet arrived. They could not even see anything resembling a gate.
Bored, Fang Junmei began carefully observing the cultivators who had arrived.
In the end, he found no one with a spirit and bearing as perfect as Gu Xijin’s, to the point of being astonishing. It went without saying that figures like that were exceedingly rare in the cultivation world.
Most of the cultivators from the four sects already present who would enter the Bottomless Light Realm were Dao Embryo cultivators. Each sect had at most one or two outstanding Floating Dust cultivators, and some did not even have half that number. The Peach Haven Sword Sect, by contrast, was sending four. Naturally, the disciples of the other sects secretly felt pleased, believing that they had lost some of their competition.
Time passed little by little. It was not until evening that two more groups arrived: Immortal Fowl Mountain from the righteous path and Wild Fox Convent from the demonic path.
Most of the disciples from Immortal Fowl Mountain were female cultivators. Each rode upon a bird, and with their exceptional beauty, they seemed like heavenly immortals descending into the mortal world. The moment they arrived, they drew countless gazes. Several evil cultivators on the demonic side were overcome by lust, grinning lecherously.
Wild Fox Convent, meanwhile, consisted entirely of female cultivators. Though dressed like nuns, they were remarkably beautiful, and their clothing differed from ordinary monastic robes in being extremely revealing, exposing generous expanses of bosom and thigh. They were wanton to the extreme, each bearing the seductive air of a fox spirit, living up fully to the name Wild Fox Convent.
“The little foxes of Wild Fox Convent have arrived!”
“Don’t let yourselves be outdone by the righteous side!”
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Taunts and mocking laughter rang out from the demonic side.
They were accompanied by the sound of wolf whistles. Chaotic World Daolang’s was the loudest of all. His eyes shone, and he looked like a lecherous rogue completely unrestrained by propriety.
His younger sister, seeing her brother in such a state, was both embarrassed and furious. She could not help glaring fiercely at him several times. Clearly, although she belonged to the demonic sects, her nature was pure and upright.
Most of the cultivators on the righteous side naturally looked on with proud disdain. Yet some could not resist sneaking glances at those bosoms and thighs. One might call it human nature—or hypocrisy and petty virtue.
Fang Junmei was straightforward by nature and looked openly. Suddenly, he felt a chill radiating from beside him.
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Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Linghu Jiusong with frost covering his face and murderous intent filling his eyes. Yet he was not directing it at anyone on the other side. Rather, he had thought of his wife. The taunts and mocking laughter of those demonic cultivators were undoubtedly nurturing some seed within his heart.
Fang Junmei was not the only one to notice. Yang Xiaoman had sensed it as well. The two of them sighed silently in their hearts, both feeling that Fan Lanzhou giving this opportunity to Linghu Jiusong might not truly have been a good thing.
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“A bunch of men with all the desire but none of the courage. The moment they really get their hands on you, they’ll all flee as far as they can.”
A woman’s disdainful, delicate snort rang out. Infused with magical power, her voice instantly overwhelmed the taunts and mocking laughter.
Though cold, it still carried a quality that stirred the soul.
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw that the speaker was a middle Dao Embryo female cultivator from Wild Fox Convent. She stood behind several elders, and from her lofty, queenlike bearing alone, it was clear that she was the leader of her generation within the convent.
She was tall, slender, and full-bodied. A nun’s cap covered her head, and she wore a bright red monastic robe. The slightly open collar was edged with silver thread that glittered in the light, setting off the snowy whiteness of her chest and her exquisite collarbones, making them especially alluring.
There was no need to say anything about her beauty. She was directly comparable to figures such as Feng Jianmei and Ji Nujiao.
Her hair was hidden beneath the cap. Her almond-shaped face and peach-tinted cheeks were as fair and smooth as a freshly peeled goose egg, yet touched with several captivating traces of blush. Her lashes were long and elegantly curved, her nose high and delicate, and her lips stained crimson, bright as flame, making one irresistibly wish to take a bite.
Her two limpid phoenix eyes brimmed with seductive charm. Even as she looked down upon everyone with disdain, she did not provoke the slightest resentment. On the contrary, she seemed all the more capable of ensnaring one’s soul.
Below her long, beautiful legs was a pair of bare feet, white as snow and jade.
Her name was Ji Hongzhu, the most outstanding cultivator of her generation in Wild Fox Convent.
Upon hearing her words, the demonic cultivators all wore awkward expressions. Their voices faded, and none dared to retort.
It turned out that although the women of Wild Fox Convent were all beautiful and alluring, their sect was most skilled in the art of energy extraction. If anyone, overcome by their beauty, truly sought pleasure with them, then unless he knew a technique for locking his vital essence, he would certainly be drained until nothing remained but skin and bones.
They could be admired, and they could be teased—but they absolutely must not be touched!
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“Well said, Sister Hongzhu. These fellows truly are useless. But the brothers of Ten Thousand Barbarians Mountain are the ones who most enjoy drawing close to the ladies of Wild Fox Convent.”
Amid the awkward silence, another voice suddenly rang out. It belonged to a young man, carrying an air of wickedness mixed with a few traces of proud, romantic arrogance.
From behind a mountain in the direction of the voice emerged a strange green vessel shaped like a curved, enveloping leaf. Fine veins were clearly visible across its surface.
The green leaf-shaped vessel flew toward them.
There were more than a dozen people aboard, men and women of all ages. At the prow stood a young man in golden robes, lazily waving a paper fan. The corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile.
He was tall and slender, with an extraordinarily handsome face, red lips, white teeth, and long hair flowing behind him. He was almost more beautiful than an exquisitely lovely woman. At the center of his brow was a crimson cinnabar mark, adding an even more sinister charm to his appearance.
Those behind him wore strange smiles.
The arrival of Ten Thousand Barbarians Mountain had begun.