novelapdf Chapter 275 The Ultimate Harem Exposed! Danger!
Chapter 275 The Ultimate Harem Exposed! Danger!
Xie Buci, who was in mid-air, widened his eyes and slammed his forehead hard with the gilded folding fan.
He silently began to recite the Rebirth Mantra in his heart and burned a stick of incense for his junior brother who dared to defy the Grand Duke Jupiter.
"Third brother, you are truly a god. It's one thing to dance on the tip of a sword cultivator's sword, but you actually dare to utter such nonsense."
"Look at this lineup: a powerful demon clan leader, the Holy Maiden of Joyful Union, plus a genius from Azure Cloud Peak and a demoness from Jade Rain Peak. Any one of them could walk sideways."
"Now look what's happened, these four top-tier cultivators are all obediently following behind him. If word gets out, the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate will probably be trampled to pieces by jealous male cultivators."
"Senior brother, I've really seen something new today. I'll definitely burn more paper money for you next year on this day."
Wenren Ji, who was far away, was so shocked by these words that his jaw almost dropped.
His movements as he tore at the beast's flesh were so fast they left afterimages; he almost chewed up the hard bones and forced them down.
"My third senior brother actually has four Daoist partners at the same time. This gossip is far beyond my understanding of the cultivation world."
"Isn't he afraid of being devoured alive by these four women?"
Qin Wanzhuang's pupils, which had been slightly dilated due to anger, narrowed slowly at an extremely dangerous pace.
The blood-dripping sword in her hand gleamed with a chilling light in the setting sun, reflecting her increasingly cold face.
She stared intently at the face before her, which seemed ready to die, her chest heaving violently.
The pride and self-control cultivated from childhood suffered a devastating blow at this moment.
She tried her best to suppress the slight tremor in her voice and the unbelievable sense of absurdity, uttering two chilling words.
"wing?"
She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the four women behind Mo Chengyue in turn.
Yu Jianhuan's allure, Su Qingying's aloofness, Lin Miaoyin's gentleness, and Jin Qiaoqiao's arrogance.
These four distinct styles of elegance weighed heavily on her heart like four towering mountains.
Qin Wanzhuang clenched her teeth and squeezed out two more words, one by one.
"Four?"
That terrifying sense of oppression, belonging to the peak of the late Core Formation stage, once again erupted uncontrollably from her body.
The surrounding temperature rose sharply because of the blazing sun sword energy she emitted, and even the blood pools on the ground began to emit white steam.
She locked her gaze into Mo Chengyue's eyes and uttered a final, soul-searching question.
"What kind of dragonfly are you?"
The tense atmosphere of the battle was pushed to an unprecedented level at this moment.
Even the wind stopped blowing, and everyone held their breath, awaiting the possible cataclysmic eruption that was about to occur.
Mo Chengyue felt a dryness in his throat, but he knew he absolutely could not show the slightest sign of cowardice.
Meeting Qin Wanzhuang's gaze, which seemed both murderous and concealing some kind of grievance, his brain once again entered a frantic calculation mode.
The wind on the plains has stopped.
The air became incredibly stuffy.
Faced with Qin Wanzhuang's deadly question, the gears of political maneuvering in Mo Chengyue's brain were meshing wildly at a speed exceeding the limits of a Core Formation cultivator.
He attempted to extract a perfect rhetorical logic chain from the sect's righteousness, the exploration of secret realms, and the constraints imposed by various parties.
The core of the "Gou Dao" principle is to have at least two sets of prepared statements when facing a crisis.
But when his gaze met the suppressed eyes reflected in the blade of that blazing sun sword, all his calculations completely collapsed.
Faced with absolute emotional obsession, principles of cunning and power are nothing but a piece of waste paper that can be torn apart at the slightest touch.
Two junior disciples lying in a pool of blood in the distance were frantically communicating with each other using their divine sense.
Junior Brother Li's voice was trembling.
"Senior Brother Wang, look! The color of the flames on Senior Sister Qin's Blazing Sun Sword is off. This is a sign that she's about to kill someone."
Senior Brother Wang swallowed hard, wishing he could bury his head in the dirt.
"Shut up! You dare to peek at a time like this? Do you have a death wish?"
Junior Brother Li was almost in tears; he didn't even dare to put the storage bag he touched into his pocket.
"I don't want to see it either, but Third Senior Brother's current situation is too frightening. If he gets killed, our protective charms will be gone."
Senior Brother Wang responded through gritted teeth, fearing he might get himself into trouble.
"Amulet my ass! He's a giant powder keg himself. Our only chance of survival is to play dead."
The temperature in the center of the battlefield was rising higher and higher.
The intense heat of the Blazing Sun Sword Qi caused Mo Chengyue's protective spiritual energy to hiss under the strain.
Qin Wanzhuang's fingers, gripping the sword, turned a glaringly pale from excessive force.
To everyone's surprise, her originally fierce and oppressive aura, which was like a volcanic eruption, strangely subsided.
She leaned forward slightly, closing the distance to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.
Those eyes, which usually held a look of disdain, were now filled with an unyielding obsession.
Her voice was so suppressed that only Mo Chengyue could hear it.
"And what about me?"
These three words struck Mo Chengyue directly in his mind, making his head buzz.
He instinctively let out a wail in his heart.
"My dear aunt, this is my harem. What are you doing barging in here?"
"There's no room for you anymore."
Driven by his survival instinct, he forced a stiff, ingratiating smile.
He chuckled and lowered his voice, trying to bluff his way out.
"Senior sister, you're joking. Of course, you're my most respected second senior sister."
Upon hearing this answer, Yu Jianhuan, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Her phoenix eyes curled into a smile that seemed to thrive on chaos.
"Oh dear, our silver-tongued junior brother Mo, when it really matters, all he can do is use these childish words to fool people."
Jin Qiaoqiao snorted and reached out to flick her hair.
"Men are all such cowards, too brave to admit their mistakes. Faced with someone's sincerity, they don't even dare to give a straight answer."
Su Qingying's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the Jade Spirit Sword. Although she didn't speak, the disappointment in her eyes was clearly visible.
Lin Miaoyin shrank back in fear, afraid that Qin Wanzhuang's sword would cut her down as well.
The moment he uttered what he thought was a flawless answer, Mo Chengyue realized he had made a fatal mistake.
He didn't see the usual disgusted, obsessive-compulsive anger in Qin Wanzhuang's eyes.
He also failed to see the severe reprimand he received for his lack of ambition.
He only saw the light completely extinguished.
She was a woman who had been aloof for decades. When she finally let go of all her pride and waited for an answer, she was met with a perfunctory response, which left her utterly vulnerable and self-deprecating.
Xie Buci, who was in mid-air, closed his folding fan, his brows furrowing deeply for the first time.
He knew his second junior sister too well.
Beneath this quiet surface lies a potentially devastating storm.
Xie Buci inwardly felt a pang of worry for his clueless junior brother.