Her vigilant expression relaxed a little, and she said in a low voice, “The trip to the Boundless Sea was due to a distress signal sent by the Yuan Ying stage sect leader Xuanqing Zhenren of the Hehuan Sect on Red Coral Island not long ago.”

The slightly older female cultivator glanced at her three junior sisters, seeing that they all knew and were listening attentively.

With a solemn expression: “The Hehuan Sect, because of their reliance on male beauty and the use of yin-yang cultivation methods on female cultivators, has offended many righteous sects. Junior sisters, do you know why this time when the Hehuan Sect is in trouble, almost all of the top ten sects have sent their elite disciples to help, regardless of past grudges?”

Seeing her three junior sisters shake their heads, the older woman half-closed her eyes and said solemnly, “The demon sect has reappeared and seized the Hehuan Sect’s headquarters. Coral Island has now been forcibly occupied by the demonic cultivators.”

“Senior sister, why hasn’t there been any news in the spirit realm about such a major event?”

“Because almost all the experts from the top ten sects have left their caves, wanting to drive the demon race out of the spirit realm, but they were completely wiped out. If it weren’t for the old ancestor Mingyuan from the Tianxin Sect coming, almost all the elite disciples of the righteous sects would have died on Coral Island. If this news leaks out, it will cause panic throughout the cultivation world, which is not a good thing.”

The three yellow-robed female disciples all had shocked expressions on their faces and looked at their senior sister in unison.

“Is the destruction of the Hehuan Sect this time related to the disappearance of that demon pool in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave three months ago? It is said that all the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect where the demon pool was located vanished without a trace overnight. The demon pool disappeared without a trace.”

The older woman lifted her eyelids, glancing at her second junior sister who had spoken, and nodded and shook her head with a complex expression.

“I don’t know either, but… junior sister, do you remember the old ancestor Yun’s prophecy? When the love demon appears, the spirit realm will face great calamity. The Blood Demon Sect’s people vanished from the human world, and the demon race appeared in the spirit realm and seized the Hehuan Sect, perhaps this is the beginning of everything.”

“What kind of demon is the love demon? When did such a demon race appear in the demon realm?”

The older woman shook her head and smiled bitterly, “I don’t know. It is said that the Hermit Immortal Palace may have some clues.”

She glanced at her three frightened junior sisters and softened her tone slightly, advising, “This matter will be the concern of the sect leader and the old ancestors of the top ten sects. There’s no need for you three junior sisters to worry. The reason I told you about this is to let you be more cautious in your future actions. The cultivation world is now in troubled times, don’t act rashly.”

…

The woman and bird sitting by the window exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.

Liu Changning took the teacup from the table and brought it to the small black bird’s long beak.

“You’ve eaten so many pastries, it’s not easy to digest. Would you like some tea?”

The small black bird narrowed its eyes, still pondering the news it had just received, when the female cultivator’s words suddenly reached its ears. Absent-mindedly, it lowered its head and took a big gulp of tea.

Hurriedly swallowing, the tea choked its throat.

The small black bird flapped its wings, coughing several times, its pea-sized eyes brimming with tears.

Liu Changning patted its back lightly without patience, opening her mouth to scold but not saying anything.

At this moment, one man and three women walked up from downstairs, all in their twenties. The three young women were dressed in brocade and silk, with swords at their waists. One look was enough to tell that these three were also cultivators.

The man protected between them wore a light blue outer robe, with a jade-white face. His features were not deep-set, lacking the flamboyant beauty of the old ancestor Pei, but adding a touch of elegant refinement.

His cheeks had deep dimples, his eyebrows were curved, and when he smiled, there was a unique charm.

Such a handsome and adorable male cultivator was most likely to win the sympathy of female cultivators, not to mention that this blue-robed male cultivator had an otherworldly appearance with clear and refined features.

The three female cultivators surrounded the blue-robed male cultivator, speaking flirtatiously as if no one else was around. If it were an ordinary man, he would have been unable to bear it, blushing to his ears, but the blue-robed cultivator remained calm, smiling without speaking.

The four walked upstairs, their flirtatious voices not diminishing at all. Almost everyone’s gaze fell on them. These people had excellent psychological qualities and acted as if no one else was around.

“Changyuan has just arrived in Wuya City and surely doesn’t know the delights of this restaurant’s food. Today, let us act as hosts and treat you.”

The tall woman in the lead said, then raised her eyes to scan the crowded private rooms on the second floor, a flash of coldness passing through her narrow eyes. She opened her mouth, about to speak.

But unexpectedly, the blue-robed male cultivator who had been smiling without speaking said softly, “I appreciate senior sister’s kindness. The place is already full today, perhaps we can gather another day.”

He finished speaking and was about to leave, but the other two shorter women quickly blocked his way.

The woman in the lead folded her arms and laughed frivolously, “Don’t be angry, little brother. Let big sister arrange something. How could a mere restaurant not have seats for big sister?”

After speaking, she glanced at the waiter who was hurrying over and ordered, “You dog, it took you so long to come out and serve this young lady. Go, clear out some space for this young lady!”

These three female tyrants were regular customers of Fuyun Tower.

All three women were disciples of the Li Sect. The tall woman in the lead was Mu Lanqing, the biological daughter of Wood Cloud Elder, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator of the Li Sect. Her cultivation level was not high, having been stagnant at the late Foundation Establishment stage for three years due to her cultivation being built up by pills.

Her aptitude for cultivation was poor, but she was an extremely frivolous and lecherous person. The two beside her were personal disciples of Elder Wood Cloud, tasked with protecting Mu Lanqing. Under the guise of protection, they spent their days hanging around together, harassing lone male cultivators, bullying women and oppressing men. The three were known as the Three Tyrants of the Li Sect.

Because the Li Sect was closest to Wuya City, these three women frequently appeared in Wuya City, infamous with a powerful backer of high cultivation, no one dared to provoke them.

The waiter had been working at the restaurant for many years and was very familiar with the identities of the three. Usually when she saw them, she would lower her head and eyes, deeply afraid of offending them.

Now that she had been called out, she could only say with a stiff face, “Please wait a moment, three immortals. As soon as a customer leaves, this servant will immediately arrange for the immortal lords.”

In front of the beautiful man, the waiter’s face was publicly slapped. Mu Lanqing flew into a rage, kicking the waiter down and grinding her toe on her chest. Only when the waiter was almost suffocated did she move her toe away.

Her gaze was arrogant, treating life as worthless. She made a hand seal, using a cleaning spell to brush over her shoe, as if she had touched something dirty.

The people around didn’t dare to breathe. The three young female cultivators from the Tianxin Sect in the corner were itching to act, but were suppressed by their senior sister’s glance.

The Three Tyrants of Li Sect weren’t scary, but the Nascent Soul stage old ancestor Wood Cloud couldn’t be provoked.

More than ten tables in the second-floor private rooms were all silent.

Suddenly, from the purple sandalwood table by the window came an unpleasant, hoarse mocking voice: “Chickens crowing and dogs barking, the stench is unbearable! This evening meal can’t be eaten anymore, a group of stinking dogs have come and ruined the mood.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze turned towards the source.

By the window sat only a woman, holding a black bird, her head held high and proud. The cool breeze brushed past the ink-like long hair of the white-robed woman, dancing with the wind.

She casually raised her head, her tea-colored eyes half-lidded. As her hair fluttered, it revealed a face as if from a true immortal.

Under the moonlight, this face was too otherworldly. Even the Three Tyrants of Li Sect, being women themselves, were stunned for a full quarter of an hour.

Mu Lanqing was the first to come to her senses. Being insulted in front of a beauty, how could she swallow this anger?

Her face flushed red, her peripheral vision glancing towards the Hehuan Sect junior brother Qiu Changyuan. A flash of affection passed through the male cultivator’s eyes, although he quickly suppressed it. But the complex gaze of surprise, complication, affection, and deep emotion in his light blue eyes was caught by Mu Lanqing, who happened to turn her head.

She narrowed her eyes, her face showing fierce intent.

She drew the long sword from her waist in one motion, her figure flashing as she thrust towards Liu Changning.

A gasp of surprise came from the surroundings, but the white-robed woman by the window didn’t even look at the attack approaching her eyes.

She held the black bird, one hand playing with the cowlick on top of the bird’s head.

Casually raising her hand, a peanut shot from her hand, hitting the cold light sword an inch from her neck. The high-grade magical weapon, the cold light sword, paused in mid-air.

In an instant, it crumbled to ashes. The peanut fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Mu Lanqing held the broken sword, her hand numb from the shock. She raised her head a beat late, looking at the white-robed woman in horror.

The woman’s cold voice came along with the cool breeze: “You’ve ruined my precious one’s meal mood, now get lost!”

The precious black bird, old ancestor Pei, had its feathers standing on end, saliva stuck in its throat, coughing several times.

Its pea-sized eyes flashed with shame and anger. This damned female cultivator, precious? Go to hell?