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Chapter 158: 'Send my regards to the elders in your family.'_2



But he still sat quietly in the corner—after all, the Su Family was to inaugurate the Inheritance Secret Realm tomorrow, and it was necessary to show them some respect; leaving midway would certainly be inappropriate.

Just then—

A woman with a veiled face walked over with a cup of wine and sat opposite Chen Qiu, leaning back slightly and looking at him with a drunken gaze, she smiled and said, "Chao Tian Sect Master, it's impressive how young you are to be a Sect Master."

"Very composed."

"However, young people should have a bit of sharpness; being too mature isn't always good. Everyone is discussing how you would handle it if someone with a higher Cultivation than yours suddenly insulted you in person."

"I don't know."

Chen Qiu shook his head expressionlessly, "I completely don't understand why you all would discuss this issue."

In his eyes,

The top Heavenly Prides of Quzhou seemed like newborn children. He had thought the so-called discussion meeting would cover some profound topics, but he had no desire whatsoever to interject in the discussions they were having.

However...

He looked up at the woman sitting in front of him, sizing her up for a while before leaning back in his chair, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

Now he had.

"This might seem a shallow question, but it actually contains a lot of depth."

Even with her face veiled and her entire visage unclear, one could discern that she was exceedingly stunning. Her white dress, paired with the lazy drunkenness in her eyes, made her resemble a ripe peach just begging to be devoured.

Her figure was exquisitely curved, reclining in her chair like a little cat nestled within, hugging her legs to her chest with bare feet resting on the edge of the chair.

At that moment, holding her wine glass in the dimly-lit inn's lobby, she tilted her head and said, "You see, if you were to just walk away, you'd definitely feel upset, right? That means your Dao heart would be slightly damaged, since an unsmooth Dao heart..."

"But if you were to fight back, yet you couldn't defeat them—"

"What should be done then?"

Chen Qiu leaned back in his chair and chuckled lightly, "I would defeat them."

"Really?"

The woman sitting opposite him suddenly laughed, lifting a bare foot and slowly sliding it up Chen Qiu's calf, "So, like you, a man so strong and confident, could you resist the allure of a beautiful woman?"

"Men of the world all find it hard to resist the beauty's trap."

She sized up the man in the cloak in front of her, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. Indeed, even the most exceptional of Heavenly Prides couldn't resist the allure of beauty.

This was the puppet she was satisfied with.

As long as she could completely control this man, having such a Heavenly Pride with a Ninth Grade or even a Tenth Grade Golden Core as her utterly submissive puppet, she would be able to traverse further on the Cultivation Path.

She knew clearly that for such exceptional Heavenly Prides, a beautiful woman couldn't completely captivate them; rather, a seemingly soft woman could arouse their protective instincts.

This white dress was her carefully selected attire, which man who had fought through a life of sword and shadow didn't want to lie down in a white dress and recount his past exploits with his beloved?

That is human nature.
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If she could also bear his child, then this Heavenly Pride would be comprehensively under her control for life.

Her plan was overt, her beauty so striking she scorned concealment; as long as she offered herself up, no man could refuse her. This was her supreme confidence in her appearance and figure.

"I don't know."

Chen Qiu chuckled and shook his head, "Why don't you try?"

"Alright then..."

The woman's eyes gradually revealed a seductive charm, in stark contrast with her white dress. Just as things were about to escalate, Chen Qiu abruptly stood up and swept the woman into his arms.

"Giggles..."

Her bell-like laughter immediately rang out; she buried her head into Chen Qiu's chest, feeling the heartbeat coming from his chest, already imagining in her drunken stupor the days ahead when she would use Chen Qiu to dominate the four corners of Quzhou.

Chen Qiu paid no attention to the strange looks cast by others.

He strode towards the inn's second floor.

...

"Ahem..."

The Fat Long Scholar standing nearby coughed lightly before exchanging a glance, both seeing the humor in each other's eyes.

Last time Brother Qiu claimed he wasn't interested in worldly affairs.

As the Su Family Young Master, who was moderating the discussion, saw this scene, he too froze briefly. Though he knew that Heavenly Prides could easily develop feelings of affection, wasn't this a bit too fast?

He couldn't help but grin.

For some reason,

He felt that Chen Qiu suddenly seemed more approachable than before, much warmer than his initially icy demeanor. Despite Chen Qiu's continually gentle smile, he hadn't felt any warmth but rather a chill.

He then turned to the other Heavenly Prides and waved his hands resignedly, "Alright, let's continue discussing."

The Heavenly Pride that Chen Qiu had carried away

was a True Disciple of the Qian Nu Sect, named Mei Ya, belonging to a sect primarily consisting of female cultivators. Due to practicing an exclusive mental method, all disciples had commendable looks, and as the True Disciple of Qian Nu Sect who was already stunningly beautiful, the cultivation of the exclusive mental method made her beauty even more capable of toppling a nation and a city.

Ordinarily, she had many suitors.

For instance...

The Su Family Young Master suddenly looked weakly towards a corner where a young Heavenly Pride was—sure enough, the man was now brooding, his clenched hands on the wine glass, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands showing that he wasn't feeling so well.


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