"Senior Sister, rest assured, my sisters' Chama Heart Method has all surpassed the fifth stage, and each has already utilized a cauldron. Combined with the Bewitching Heart Grass and my illusionary arts, within this Vast Heaven Realm, the number of people capable of resisting will absolutely not exceed three fingers. He will certainly be utterly captivated. Let's see what face he has left to occupy the top courtyard of the Jia-rank—"

Zong Shou's lips curved slightly, and he followed the sound of the voice. Not far away, a makeshift altar was set up. A woman in pale yellow robes stood presiding over it, her hands moving subtly, drawing waves of spiritual energy. Beside her stood another woman in red, her lovely face tinged with hesitation.

"Master always says that when we act, we must know ourselves and know our enemy. Right now, we still don't know the depth of Zong Shou's foundation. Rushing into action now seems overly reckless, doesn't it? Besides, this person is a fellow disciple after all. Using such despicable means against him feels a bit excessive?"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? A mere child not yet fifteen, what capabilities could he possibly possess? A few days ago, I already had someone secretly observe him; this person has absolutely no internal energy or cultivation power flowing outward. That outward overflow of true qi, that seemingly profound cultivation, is all just a facade created by illusionary arts—"

Zong Shou listened, left speechless. Indeed, his internal energy could not currently manifest externally, yet he was unwilling to be looked down upon.

Thus, he borrowed the power of the Illusionary Talisman to simulate a cultivation level of the five pulses of the Earth Meridian. However, in retrospect, this Illusionary Talisman was only reliable for altering appearance; as for other matters, it was rather unreliable.

He heard the girl in pale yellow continue, "I truly don't understand what Elder Uncle and the others are thinking. The top courtyard of the Jia-rank has always been reserved only for the foremost genius of the Three Sects and Six Schools, granting them the qualification to become true disciples of the Vast Heaven Main Hall. Our Senior Sister Xuan Ye has put so much effort and suffered so much hardship for this matter over the years! And that fellow just snatched it away so easily, clearly possessing no real skill! Don't worry, I, Yong Qin, won't go too far today; I'll just make him look like a complete fool and force him to vacate his private courtyard himself!"

The girl in red, however, seemed unconvinced and was about to offer another caution when a warning sign suddenly flashed in her mind. Her expression sharpened, and she cast a sidelong glance toward Zong Shou’s hiding spot a hundred feet away. "Who is there?"

Zong Shou knew that concealing himself further was futile. But at this moment, he had no intention of hiding anyway. He coughed lightly and stepped out with genuine confidence. While strolling toward the formation diagram as if taking a casual walk, he chuckled as he looked at the girl in pale yellow.

"You are Yong Qin, a third-generation true disciple of the Vast Heaven Dao? I actually find what your Senior Sister said to be extremely reasonable; it’s wisdom one cannot ignore—"

The girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she instinctively prepared to retort. But upon seeing Zong Shou’s face, her eyes shifted slightly, revealing a look of startled uncertainty. "How can it be you?"

She had initially assumed the observer was some eavesdropper. Only upon closer inspection did she realize the person was the very target she had planned to ambush today. But shouldn't this person currently be charmed, engaging in those sordid acts? How could he have already tracked her down? What exactly happened to those Senior Sisters of hers?

The Daoist art she was commanding immediately halted. Her hands clenched tightly as she stealthily grasped a talisman.

However, her pupils instantly constricted to pinpricks; she felt as if an illusion was being reborn before her eyes, her spiritual sense completely unable to lock onto Zong Shou's true body.

The girl in red also wore a look of deep caution. Although she had not been ensnared by the illusionary art, she sensed that every step Zong Shou took seemed pregnant with meaning. His entire posture appeared light and ready to fly, yet he was tightly integrated with this very heaven and earth, suppressing her completely. She felt that attacking this person before her would be tantamount to fighting against the entirety of the world itself.

"Why shouldn't it be me?"

Zong Shou countered, slowly pacing to the edge of the altar. He then looked at the talisman clutched in Yong Qin’s hand, and the chill in his eyes slightly receded.

"A Fire Thunder Talisman. After failing to use charm techniques to ambush a fellow disciple, are you now preparing for an internal clash? You have quite the audacity! Are you unafraid of sect punishment?"

At these words, the face of the girl in pale yellow turned even paler. She felt deeply uneasy, her fighting spirit completely vanished, and she instinctively tucked the talisman away.

After a few breaths, she finally registered the extent to which her mind had been manipulated—she was practically powerless against this person's illusionary arts. A casual sentence had magnified her fear of sect rules to the extreme.

But just as she began to consider drawing out the talisman, Zong Shou's figure was already upon her, his face still wearing that mischievous smile from before.

"So, you see, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy is truly crucial. Also, don't trust your own eyes; sometimes, what you see isn't necessarily the truth—"

A finger pointed out, striking precisely between her brows. A strange force pierced straight through. Yong Qin’s consciousness immediately plunged into unconsciousness, and she collapsed onto the ground.

The girl in red could only watch from the side, utterly unable to offer assistance. She felt that the closer this person approached, the more heart-palpitating the faint aura emanating from him became.

A thought flashed through her mind involuntarily: this person had actually grasped the intent of the Martial Dao. Integrating oneself with the world, and then merging that world's power with one's own spirit and will to crush her—such a technique must certainly be approaching the level of Martial Dao 'Intent.'

Having dealt with the girl dressed in pale yellow, Zong Shou glanced sideways but remained unconcerned.

He secretly reflected that in these grand sects, there were indeed countless heroes. They were not swayed by his illusionary arts, nor were they intimidated by his spiritual presence. Among the six-stage powerhouses of the Cloud Realm, perhaps less than one in ten could achieve this; they truly possessed some skill.

Clapping his hands, Zong Shou prepared to leave in grand style. But after only a few dozen steps, he heard the girl in red behind him gather her courage and ask, "What exactly did you do to my Junior Sister Yong? And which faction of the Three Sects and Six Schools do you belong to?"

"I merely used her own methods against her. She used illusionary arts to charm me, so I used illusionary arts to test her. As for my identity, you may call me Tan Qiu, a true disciple of the Vast Heaven Main Hall—"

The breathing of the girl in red hitched immediately, and she froze in place. A true disciple of the Vast Heaven Main Hall? This person was from the Main Hall?

Just as she was about to ask more questions, the figure of 'Tan Qiu' had already vanished.

Intent on pursuing him, she saw that 'Yong Qin' lying beneath her was already murmuring, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, occasionally letting out a groan. Her face was flushed crimson, an inherent allure radiating from her bones; one couldn't know what sort of sensual dream she was having.

The girl in red could only stop helplessly and help Yong Qin up. In the next moment, she heard a series of soul-stirring cries emanating from over a hundred feet away.

Her expression shifted, and she darted over rapidly. Then, her face began to turn ashen.

The few Senior Sisters who had participated in this affair here had already completely lost their wits, tearing off their clothes. Their hands were moving unconsciously, kneading their own breasts. One hand even reached into the forbidden paradise. As if still unsatisfied, their snow-white bodies were overlaid with a layer of pink.

The girl in red sighed, rubbing her temples with a headache. This truly was using their own methods against them. It was a mercy that this area nearby had already been cleared by Yong Qin, leaving no outsiders. Otherwise, today would have resulted in a massive scandal.

She also ground her teeth slightly at 'Tan Qiu,' thinking this person was far too wicked! How could he use such means and then walk away with a clear conscience after patting his hands?

Although these Senior Sisters had always maintained their purity, the girl in red knew that for them, being tormented by unfulfilled lust, stuck in a state of wanting but not having, was worse than simply yielding to that man and truly enjoying the pleasure.

Most women of the Chama Sect remained unmarried their entire lives. Only if they found a strong practitioner who could truly command their respect and satisfy them would they leave behind offspring. But such a person was incredibly rare in a lifetime.

Someone like 'Tan Qiu' was already quite good. Even forcing himself upon them—ba wang ying shang gong—was actually not entirely unacceptable.

For them, being treated worse than beasts was far more hateful than any mere animal behavior—

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Zong Shou had just reached the entrance of the Zang Jing Yi Tower when he suddenly sneezed. He wondered inwardly, who in the world was thinking of him? Could it be that Chu Xue had already returned and discovered the courtyard was empty? Or perhaps she had done something else naughty and someone was holding a grudge against her?

Shaking his head, Zong Shou stepped into the doorway of the Zang Jing Yi Hall.

He saw Senior Brother Han Fang sitting as usual on his rocking chair, his expression appearing leisurely. However, the corner of his eye was constantly monitoring someone not far to his side. Just ten feet away, Shi Ruolan sat upon a meditation cushion. It was unclear what technique she was cultivating, but she was deeply focused.

Zong Shou walked up to the rocking chair and bowed. "Senior Brother Han!"

Upon hearing this, Han Fang couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid. He simply waved his sleeve. "If you want to look at any books, just go get them yourself. I don't have the time to deal with you right now."

Zong Shou was already aware of this man's character—a true master of burning bridges after crossing them. Not feeling annoyed, he directly sat down cross-legged, then, with a thought, he released his primordial spirit from his body.

It transformed into a massive vortex, slowly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

Only then did Han Fang let out an exclamation of surprise, finally shifting his attention away from Shi Ruolan. He then fixed his gaze steadily upon Zong Shou's primordial spirit.

After a long pause, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Your primordial spirit is truly strange! Even at the Huan Yang Realm, it can be this pure. The vital Yang power contained within is already comparable to that of an average Ri You Realm practitioner. Furthermore, this vortex possesses the power to devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. On what foundation is your soul technique based?"

Zong Shou retracted his divine soul back into his body. Holding nothing back, he spoke directly, "It is the Swallowing Heaven Primal Transformation Scripture. Besides this technique, there is also the Great Change Luo Tian Netherworld Method."

"Swallowing Heaven Primal Transformation? Is it that great method? Isn't the Swallowing Heaven Elder long since missing?"

Han Fang became even more astonished, then his expression grew even stranger. "It really is that method. Don't lie to me! How can your true qi and soul power be this pure?"