The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

"Oh? Are you the renowned Daoist Qingyu?"

Ye Lingshuang looked at Qingyu with a smile in her eyes and said, "Daoist, with your white hair and handsome features, you are indeed as elegant and charming as the rumors suggest."

"Cough cough," Qingyu was startled by Ye Lingshuang's words and quickly replied, "Vice Sect Master Ye, 'elegant and charming' is a description for females, I really can't accept that."

Elegant and charming, it means having an elegant temperament and a graceful figure, usually referring to a beautiful woman. The last four words were of particular emphasis; Qingyu did not want to wake up one day as a beautiful woman. Although, it wasn't as if he had never been one before...

"Are you dissatisfied, Daoist?" Ye Lingshuang still spoke with a smile.

She still bore that gentle demeanor, but Qingyu felt as though countless eyes were watching him from all directions.

Moreover, even though Ye Lingshuang did not display any of the imposing aura befitting of a warrior of the Divinity Realm, Qingyu could acutely feel an invisible pressure weighing on his heart.

This pressure was not intentionally emitted by Ye Lingshuang, but rather, it was something that Qingyu had brought about himself.

'She is different from the others in the Divinity Realm.' This thought unconsciously flashed through Qingyu's mind.

Up until now, Qingyu had seen plenty of warriors from the Divinity Realm. Facing someone from the Divinity Realm was not his first time.

However, he had never encountered someone like Ye Lingshuang, who did not show any aura yet caused Qingyu to involuntarily feel such pressure.

'Is it a difference in the level of life?'

This thought crossed Qingyu's mind and he promptly dismissed it. Meeting someone from the Divinity Realm was not his first time, but this kind of mental pressure was.

Ye Lingshuang was still smiling at Qingyu, the weight on his mind growing heavier.

Suddenly, a flash of understanding crossed Qingyu's mind, 'This is a force akin to the Power of Thought.'

Only a force similar yet more intangible and invisible than Divine Thought could make Qingyu experience such a feeling. With Qingyu's perception, if he were really under any kind of Divine Thought pressure, he would certainly have noticed some trace of it.

Convinced of the method Ye Lingshuang was using, Qingyu calmly said, "Of course I am not satisfied. I do not wish to be a female crown."

"Is being a female crown not good?" Ye Lingshuang's words grew more absurd, suggesting a touch of chaos.

'Using confusing words to blur my senses, leveraging the identity of a warrior from the Divinity Realm to make me endure passively. Meanwhile, probing the fluctuations of my heart with a force similar to the Power of Thought. Ye Lingshuang...'

Qingyu internally labeled this woman as someone best not to provoke.

A warrior who could hold their own against the Sect Master of the Heart-devouring Demon Sect was using such methods against him in his True Pill Realm. While it might seem lacking in the dignity of a warrior, when it came to the difficulty of dealing with them, they were far more troubling than those who maintained their warrior's dignity.

"I apologize, but I never had such intention. I will certainly not dress as a woman," Qingyu said with finality.

This Ye Lingshuang was becoming too much, even trying to use her mental force to persuade Qingyu to dress as a woman, and then taking advantage of his mental confusion and conflicting thoughts to probe his emotions.

Heh, naive—to think that such an idea of dressing up as a woman would confuse Qingyu's thinking? Not to mention, Qingyu had not used the Power of Thought to counterattack, but he had steadfastly guarded his mind, unmoved by any storm or stress.

If it had been someone else, they might have been taken advantage of by Ye Lingshuang, but such tactics were utterly useless against Qingyu.

However, Ye Lingshuang's actions had once again heightened Qingyu's wariness of her.

After all, people who are both strong and devoid of scruples, stopping at nothing to achieve their goals, are truly the most troublesome to deal with. If you can't knock them out with a single blow, it's best not to provoke them at all.

"Uncle Master, I and Daoist Qingyu still have matters to discuss, so please don't complicate things," Yun Wuyue's helpless voice reached Qing Yu's ears, yet it sounded more enchanting than the music of the heavens.

There was no helping it, just taking the hits without fighting back was simply too uncomfortable.

Ye Lingshuang, this Deputy Sect Master of the Yin Demon Sect, was truly difficult to deal with. If she kept talking, it was hard to guarantee that Qing Yu wouldn't reveal some secrets.

After all, constantly being subtly influenced, but seeing absolutely no effect of such influence, was far too strange. If the conversation continued, Qing Yu's Power of Thought would definitely be exposed.

"You," Ye Lingshuang sighed with a hint of resignation, "how many times have I said, just call me 'auntie,' calling me 'Uncle Master' feels too distant."

Her resigned expression was full of regret, causing...

'Again.' A jolt in his heart, Qing Yu firmly guarded his mind, unshaken like a rock amidst eight winds.

Just now, Ye Lingshuang had intensified the output of her Thought power, causing Qing Yu's mind to nearly falter for an instant. Given that Ye Lingshuang's strength was far greater than Qing Yu's, her Thought power was also much stronger. If it came to an outright confrontation, Qing Yu might not be able to maintain this composed expression.

Deputy Sect Master Ye and Young Sect Master Yun share a deep affection, which makes me envious," Qing Yu exclaimed.

If she wasn't using the opportunity to influence Qing Yu's mind, then this would be more believable.

"Daoist Qingyu, follow me," Yun Wuyue said directly to Qing Yu.

As she spoke, she led Qing Yu towards the main hall on the first floor.

'Phew, I'm finally not stuck here anymore.' Following behind Yun Wuyue, Qing Yu felt a huge relief.

Talking with Ye Lingshuang was truly more exhausting than outwitting others in secret schemes. Not only did Ye Lingshuang have formidable strength, but she was also so tenacious. If she were an opponent, she would undoubtedly be the stuff of nightmares.

And behind Qing Yu, Ye Lingshuang picked up the book again but cast a meaningful glance at Qing Yu's retreating figure out of the corner of her eye.

This white-haired Taoist, being able to guard his mind so long under her "Confusing Spirit Magic," was definitely not ordinary.

Ye Lingshuang likewise branded Qing Yu as someone extraordinary in her heart.

...

Fatty Lan awoke from his drowsy state only to find himself holding a soft and limp individual in one hand, dashing forward with large strides.

Following close behind him, several graceful figures fluttered, refusing to let go.

"Ah Xie? Shaoling?"

Fatty Lan lifted the individual in his left hand to check, then did the same with the person in his right hand, confirming without a doubt, these were the two unfortunate guys who had gone to Tianyue Workshop with him.

But now, these two guys were severely injured and had almost completely lost their ability to fight. And there he was, carrying them and sprinting at full speed to escape the pursuit behind them.

Indeed, it was a pursuit, because the graceful figures behind him were undoubtedly using the "Heavenly Charm Butterfly Dance" of the Yin Demon Sect.

Remembering the grudges between the Heavenly Demon Palace and the Yin Demon Sect, Fatty Lan's speed increased once again.

Although the Demon Path factions had now formed an alliance, the grudges that should be remembered couldn't be forgotten. Especially since the two individuals he was carrying were particularly loathed by the Yin Demon Sect.

Bai Shaoling was one thing, but Ye Xie had delved into many bedroom secret techniques, and had entanglements with some disciples of the Yin Demon Sect. The problem was, those disciples he had involved himself with had all been purged by Yin Tianxia.

"You two better pray that Fatty runs fast enough. If we get caught, don't blame Fatty if I leave you behind and save myself."