Chapter 24: Are you worthy?

 Xie Qinghan felt goosebumps all over, but he couldn't lose his composure!

He said coolly, "Who are you? Can you let go of me to talk?"

Ye Changyuan held him tighter, "Jian Fangjun , it's only been a month, and you've already forgotten me?"

Xie Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then said, "It's you, Ye Changyuan! Let go of me!"

"I won't let go, I won't, I won't. What are you going to do, bite me?"

Ye Changyuan's tone was annoyingly cheeky as his hands roamed over Xie Qinghan. Watching the blush spread across Xie Qinghan's fair face, he whistled flirtatiously, "My specialty is that I can go many times and last long! Aren't you tempted to dual cultivate with me? I promise you'll be in ecstasy."

Who was Xie Qinghan?

Would a real man get taken advantage of?

The answer is: a real man never gets taken advantage of!

"...Do you want a beating?" Xie Qinghan took a deep breath and asked, "Are you really not letting go?"

"No."

Xie Qinghan immediately elbowed him hard, flipping over to pin Ye Changyuan down, straddling him with a challenging and triumphant look in his phoenix eyes.

Take that, trying to mess with me!

Ye Changyuan looked surprised, then chuckled lowly, "So, Juanfang Jun likes being on top?"

???

On top my foot!

Touching him was one thing, but flirting was too much!

Xie Qinghan raised his fist to punch Ye Changyuan, but Ye Changyuan caught his wrist, bringing it to his lips for a light kiss, teasing, "Don't be so fierce. It's rare for us to meet, do you have to hit me?"

Xie Qinghan's temples throbbed.

Damn! How can he be such a rogue?

They stayed in a standoff for a moment before Ye Changyuan quickly raised a hand to paralyze Xie Qinghan's acupoints.

Xie Qinghan felt his whole body go numb, unable to move.

Ye Changyuan laid him flat on the bed, tracing his cheek with his hand, "I've missed you so much that I can't eat or sleep."

Xie Qinghan gave him a look that said, "Do you think I believe you?"

Ye Changyuan said, "But seeing you so lively reassures me."

"You're here for the Qing Talk Conference, aren't you? I advise you not to waste your efforts! Leave Shangqing Sect immediately!" Xie Qinghan exposed his lie.

"As expected of the man I fancy, so smart."

Ye Changyuan's smile was deceptively gentle, "Whether it's a waste of effort remains to be seen."

Just as he was about to say more, his expression suddenly changed, becoming serious.

He tucked the blanket around Xie Qinghan, "Someone's calling me, I have important things to attend to. The acupoints on your body will unseal in a quarter of an hour."

With that, he swiftly kissed Xie Qinghan on the cheek and jumped out the window.

Xie Qinghan clenched his fist tightly. Next time, he was definitely going to beat Ye Changyuan!

Beat him until he called him daddy!

...

The Qing Talk Conference was a grand event, attracting numerous cultivators. The venue was filled with distinguished guests, and the atmosphere was lively.

Within Shangqing Sect, cranes sang, colorful clouds gathered in the east, and auspicious purple aura filled the air, blessing the entire sect.

At the evening banquet, the thirty-six peak masters sat in succession, with Zhu Dongfeng seated at the head, engaging in pleasant conversation with those around him.

Xie Qinghan took his seat among the disciples.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and cheerful chatter, many approached him for conversation, only to be scared away by the cold aura emanating from him.

A woman, undeterred by the surrounding whispers, walked over to Xie Qinghan with a graceful sway. She was wrapped in a thin red gauze that accentuated her voluptuous figure.

"Would the Respected Lord be willing to share a drink with me?" This woman was Hua Qirong, a representative from the Hehuan Sect attending the Qing Talk Conference.

The Hehuan Sect was known for their skills in seduction and dual cultivation, with low moral standards. It was common for sect members to engage in mutual cultivation, and their sect leader, Wei Boqiao, had numerous romantic entanglements.

Interestingly, Wei Boqiao was also a subordinate to the protagonist.

In his early years, Wen Xueya lived a harsh life, eventually being kidnapped and taken to a fighting pit. The fighting pit was a place where people fought against beasts, and it was there that Wei Boqiao encountered Wen Xueya. He bought him for a large sum and brought him back to the Hehuan Sect as a disciple.

Wei Boqiao originally planned to cultivate with Wen Xueya once he turned sixteen to enhance their powers together. However, a year before that, Wen Xueya killed a guard and escaped.

Hua Qirong, a disciple of Wei Boqiao, was known for her promiscuity and had taken the virginity of many men.

Across the table, Wen Xueya and Xiao Jinghuan sat together, chatting and laughing, pouring wine for each other. They looked quite harmonious, a perfect match indeed.

Xie Qinghan, feeling bored, silently watched them flaunt their relationship.

He also wanted to have a beautiful girl, preferably as good-looking as Wen Xueya.

In response to Hua Qirong's approach, Xie Qinghan said indifferently, "Not interested."

Hua Qirong, known for her beauty among female cultivators, was actively engaging with the famous Respected Lord, but he didn't even spare her a glance.

She sat next to Xie Qinghan, leaning softly against him, and said coquettishly, "Oh dear, I'm feeling dizzy. Could the Respected Lord let me lean on his shoulder?"

She bit her lip, looking at Xie Qinghan with deep affection, "Respected Lord~"

The man in front of her finally turned his head. Hua Qirong quickly batted her eyes flirtatiously, ran her fingers over her red lips, smearing the lipstick on her pale cheeks.

Xie Qinghan stared at her for a moment and then said, "Your lipstick is smudged. You should touch it up."

Hua Qirong's face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Xie Qinghan, how dare you insult me like this!"

"I don't understand what Miss Hua means," Xie Qinghan replied, genuinely perplexed.

"Don't call me Miss Hua!" Hua Qirong snapped.

Her voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of many around them.

Xie Qinghan's gaze fell on Wen Xueya. He didn't mistake it; a smug smile flickered at the corners of Wen Xueya's mouth.

...Well, well, does seeing me embarrassed make him that happy?

However, when Wen Xueya's eyes shifted to Hua Qirong, his smile froze.

Hua Qirong also noticed Wen Xueya. No longer interested in feigning politeness with Xie Qinghan, she sashayed over to him.

Wen Xueya looked at her impassively.

Hua Qirong greeted him, "A'ya, long time no see."

Wen Xueya responded with a customary smile, "Long time no see."

Xiao Jinghuan asked Wen Xueya, "Do you know people from the Hehuan Sect?"

Hua Qirong smiled coyly, "More than just know. We share quite a bond."

Wen Xueya gave Xiao Jinghuan a small smile, "I'll have a word with her. You go ahead."

Xiao Jinghuan nodded, "Alright."

After the two of them left, Xie Qinghan also quietly left his seat.

He needed to see what Hua Qirong intended to do with Wen Xueya.

Today, Xie Qinghan was dressed in a red robe embroidered with golden clouds, his sleeves tied at the wrists. The smooth lines of his outfit were cinched with a white jade belt, accentuating his slender yet strong figure. A dot of crimson cinnabar adorned his forehead, adding a touch of vividness to his appearance.

As he weaved through the crowd, several female cultivators approached him, offering handkerchiefs, sachets, and fans, momentarily delaying his progress.

Meanwhile, Wen Xueya and Hua Qirong had arrived at a secluded grove.

The night was deep, shadows of trees swaying gently.

"You actually found a master to study with at Shangqing Sect." Hua Qirong's voice was alluring, enough to make any man's bones soften.

"A year ago, you fled from Hehuan Sect without permission. Our master still misses you. Why not come back with me today, apologize properly, and perhaps he'll forgive you."

Hua Qirong stepped closer to Wen Xueya, reaching out to touch him.

Wen Xueya swatted her hand away. "Men and women should keep a proper distance. Please respect yourself."

"Oh, since when did you start following the hypocritical rules of the immortal sects? You've grown so handsome in a year. How about letting sister take good care of you?"

The heavy scent of her makeup hit him, causing Wen Xueya to frown.

It was too strong, unlike the faint fragrance on Brother He that he found pleasing.

He gave her an innocent smile. "What does Sister intend to do?"

Seeing his reaction, Hua Qirong's interest was piqued. She hooked her crimson-painted finger around the edge of his clothes and began to pull them down, using her enchantment techniques. "Naturally, we'll engage in dual cultivation."

Wen Xueya asked, "What should I do then?"

"Sister will teach you," she said eagerly, leaning in to kiss him.

Back at the Hehuan Sect, she had already noticed this handsome and reserved young man. Seeing him again now filled her with joy. She was determined to break Wen Xueya’s yang essence and absorb his cultivation for herself.

Wen Xueya could only belong to her!

Just as a sly laugh escaped her lips, her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

Her spiritual power had somehow been sealed!

"You can resist my enchantment technique!" she exclaimed, horrified.

Wen Xueya grabbed her hair, pulling her off him like removing a sticky plaster. His expression was dark and solitary, and he sneered without any kindness, "You're not as good-looking as I am, yet you still want to eat swan meat. Are you worthy? "

Hua Qirong, humiliated by Wen Xueya's contempt, was enraged. "Wen Xueya, just because you've studied at Shangqing Sect for a few years, do you think you're truly a righteous immortal?"

"Others may not know, but I do. Your chastity must have been taken by your master long ago."

Before she could finish, the coldness in Wen Xueya’s gaze made her shiver.

His beautiful eyes looked at her quietly, almost pitying her.

Suddenly, a vine burst out from the ground, lashing viciously at Hua Qirong.

She was sent flying, repeatedly struck by multiple vines that kept her airborne with each hit.

In an instant, she was hit thirty times before crashing heavily to the ground.

Wen Xueya swiftly appeared beside her.

He raised his foot and stepped on her delicate neck, slowly pressing down.

Looking down at her, he smiled with a nearly cruel gentleness, "The last person who spoke like that is already dead."

"Good sister, why don't you join him?"

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