As soon as Hua Qianying finished speaking, several more auras revealed themselves in the void.
To the east, an old man with white hair and a youthful face arrived, clad in a Taiji Daoist robe. He held a horsetail whisk, stepping upon auspicious clouds, his entire being suffused with natural dao aura, as if he were one with heaven and earth. “Boundless Heavenly Venerable. Fellow Daoist Lu, your cultivation reaches the heavens—this poor daoist is in admiration.”
It was True Person Xuanji, Ancestor of the Supreme Origin Sect, bowing in greeting.
To the west, golden Buddhist light spread across the sky, accompanied by the chanting of sutras.
Beneath the shadow of a golden Arhat manifestation, an aged monk with a withered face yet compassionate eyes stepped through the air with palms pressed together. “Amitabha. Benefactor Lu, your divine abilities are profound. This old monk, Pudu of Wangu Temple, greets you.”
Not far from Ancestor Blood Fiend’s blood cloud, an even darker mass of black mist churned, as if countless vengeful souls were wailing within. Its cold aura pierced to the bone.
A skeletal figure flickered within the mist.
“Hehehe… Xuehe, that useless fool, died as he deserved.”
It was Gui You, Ancestor of the Myriad Souls Hall, his voice like the cry of a night owl.
At this point, the five righteous sects, the three demonic sects—seven other Divine Transformation Realm Ancestors—had all gathered here!
Every gaze, without exception, converged on Lu Qingxuan, who stood with hands behind his back.
Lu Qingxuan’s eyes swept over the crowd before settling on Ancestor Blood Fiend.
“Your third brother’s already cold. Why are you still standing here? Waiting for me to invite you for tea?”
Ancestor Blood Fiend was not angered. Instead, he let out a strange chuckle. “Fellow Daoist Lu jests. My third brother lacked skill and offended your might—his death was deserved.”
He pointed toward the Demon Emperor inheritance below. “This inheritance belongs to no one. Since you are here, Fellow Daoist, the right of distribution naturally… falls to you.”
The moment these words were spoken, everyone present showed different expressions.
This Blood Fiend truly had no shame.
One moment he devoured his own brother’s essence blood, the next he lowered himself completely, tossing the problem to Lu Qingxuan.
“Disgusting!” Hua Qianying spat without restraint. “Eating your own sect member’s flesh and blood, and now wagging your tail to curry favor. Is your Blood Demon Sect’s face made of coagulated blood? The more you smear it, the thicker it gets?”
A sinister glint flashed in Blood Fiend’s eyes as he stared at her coldly. “You wretched woman—if not for giving face to Fellow Daoist Lu, I’d capture you right now and refine you into a Lust Blood Demon Slave. I guarantee you’d enjoy it until you die!”
“Oh my, how frightening,” Hua Qianying laughed coquettishly, entirely unafraid. She swayed her hips and walked toward Lu Qingxuan as if no one else existed.
Her body softened like a boneless serpent as she leaned toward him, her breath fragrant as orchids. “Brother Lu, look at him—so fierce. With my little bit of strength, how could I possibly be his match? You have to protect me, alright?”
Her voice was soft and seductive, laced with a playful lilt. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with mist as she gazed directly at Lu Qingxuan.
A trace of chilling killing intent flashed deep within her phoenix gaze.
How dare this demoness… behave so improperly toward Master!
She deserves death!
Yet her hand tightened within her sleeve—then slowly relaxed.
Master… did not push her away.
A surge of grievance and bitterness rose within her, but she suppressed it with great effort.
Master’s actions must have deeper meaning.
Perhaps… perhaps he merely intended to use this demoness…
Just as Hua Qianying’s fingertips were about to touch Lu Qingxuan’s robe, as that intoxicating fragrance was about to envelop him—
Lu Qingxuan’s right hand shot out like lightning, sweeping across her waist and pulling slightly.
Then his palm struck her fragrant shoulder.
“Bang!”
A muffled explosion rang out.
Hua Qianying’s alluring body was sent flying dozens of meters away.
The seductive smile on her face froze, replaced by shock and humiliation.
Lu Qingxuan weighed the exquisite sachet that had somehow appeared in his hand.
“Old turtledove, mind your limits. Next time, it won’t be just a single strike.”
“Pfft—”
Old turtledove?
For someone like Hua Qianying—who had lived for thousands of years and cared deeply about her beauty and charm—this insult was worse than killing her.
Her face flushed a deep purplish red as she trembled with rage.
Master… was still the same Master.
Hua Qianying suddenly grabbed at her waist—only to find it empty.
“You… give my sachet back!” she shouted, shocked and furious.
That “Lovesick Knot” sachet was not only a magic treasure she had refined for years using her life essence and soul, containing 30% of her cultivation—it also housed her Heaven-grade High-grade dual cultivation technique!
“Hehehe…” Ancestor Blood Fiend laughed gleefully at her misfortune. “Hua Qianying, it’s just a broken sachet—why such a fuss? If you like, I’ll visit your Joyous Harmony Sect later, kill a thousand or so female disciples, and bring back all their sachets for you. You can hang them all over your body, how about that?”
“You old bastard, you’re courting death!” Hua Qianying’s alluring face twisted in fury, all charm gone.
Yet she did not dare rebuke Lu Qingxuan, forced to swallow her anger.
With a flick of his wrist, the delicate Lovesick Knot disappeared into Lu Qingxuan’s sleeve.
Only then did he raise his eyes again, sweeping his gaze across everyone.
“Since you all trust Lu to decide the distribution of this Demon Emperor inheritance, I will naturally handle it fairly and impartially.”
Everyone’s hearts tightened.
The main event had arrived.
Lu Qingxuan paused briefly before speaking.
“This inheritance—our five righteous sects will take nine tenths. Your three demonic sects will take one.”
The moment those words fell, the smile on Ancestor Blood Fiend’s face froze, replaced by a gloomy expression.
He exchanged a glance with Gui You, both seeing the chilling intent in each other’s eyes.
“Hehehe…” Gui You’s night-owl-like laughter rang out again. “Fellow Daoist Lu, your method of distribution is perhaps a bit too ‘fair,’ isn’t it? Do you truly think our three demonic sects are sheep waiting to be slaughtered?”
Ancestor Blood Fiend stepped forward, his demonic aura surging. “Lu Qingxuan, we give you face because of your strength. But if you really intend to swallow nine-tenths in one bite, aren’t you afraid of shattering your own teeth?”
“Our three demonic sects may have internal conflicts, but when faced with an external enemy, we are not as easy to deal with as you think!”
“Oh?” Lu Qingxuan chuckled lightly. “United against outsiders?”
“That’s even better. Saves me the trouble of seeking you out one by one later. Go ahead and send word back—have your two Ancestors, Xuehai and Guisha, who are currently in joint closed-door cultivation, come out together.”
“Then you can face me all at once.”