Why Are Your Ears Pointy?

Time blurred.

Lu Qianyun no longer knew how long she had been frozen in this position.

Since Bihua Cave Heaven had no concept of day or night, she couldn’t tell at all.

After that incident, several more days passed.

The Transmission Hall remained endlessly bright.

And the figures of those two women were always so eye-catching.

Qin Ximo, the woman who called herself a sword immortal, always pretending she wished to wipe out every demonic cultivator under heaven.

And yet?

She seemed very enthusiastic about practicing the Hehuan Sect’s techniques.

Only a few days had passed, yet she already performed them with such mastery, knowing how to draw yin energy from another woman, and even learning countless transmission stances.

A truly “eye-opening” sight indeed.

Lu Qianyun closed her tired eyes.

She had already entered a fasting state; food was unnecessary for a while.

But the talisman sealing her body made her feel almost like she’d become mortal again.

A memory she hated resurfacing.

Those righteous sects always claimed they upheld justice, eliminating all evil.

But the world was vast — how could they possibly protect everyone?

Lu Qianyun’s mind flashed back to her past, before she entered the Hehuan Sect.

She was born in an ordinary mortal town — more precisely, inside its most famous flower house.

A flower house differed from a brothel by a single character, yet both served the same purpose.

It was a place where nobles and scholars drank wine, recited poems, admired dances, and toyed with women.

All the women there came from humble origins.

Some grew up inside those walls, starving through the day and greeting guests through the night.

Unfamiliar with the outside world, they were easily tricked.

Her mother was one of those girls deceived by pretty words.

Her father?

A poor, down-and-out scholar with a pleasant face and a silver tongue.

He coaxed her mother into bed.

Then Lu Qianyun was conceived.

After that, neither mother nor daughter ever saw that man again.

Lu Qianyun grew up in the flower house until she was ten.

By the rules, at that age she had to learn to dress up and greet guests.

She always carried a lute taller than herself, sitting like a porcelain doll on the platform, plucking strings until her fingers swelled red.

Some customers liked girls exactly like her.

Their shameless gazes swept over her, even offering to buy her at high price.

Of course, the owner refused.

She wasn’t yet of age, but was already strikingly beautiful.

If they raised her longer, her price would grow.

But such days didn’t last.

Her fate changed when several Hehuan Sect women — labeled “demonesses” by mortals — arrived in town.

They were fleeing righteous cultivators and entered the flower house seeking clean-bodied women.

Brothel women welcomed guests day and night; many carried hidden illnesses.

The Hehuan Sect accepted all genders but avoided anything harmful to the body.

Thus the flower house, full of untainted girls, was ideal.

There, they discovered Lu Qianyun’s budding special constitution.

After many twists and turns, and escaping righteous pursuers, she finally reached the Hehuan Sect.

Then came the events of her physique’s awakening and attracting the spirit medium of the ancient predecessors.

Now everything was over, and she was merely waiting.

Her body felt strange.

The talisman binding her seemed to weaken slightly.

It was the power of this cave heaven — the predecessors were still protecting her.

Heat rose behind her eyes.

She only needed to endure a little longer.

Once the talisman failed entirely, she could break free.

She still had hidden treasures.

Enough to create noise, alert the guardians outside.

Qin Ximo clearly had not recovered fully.

The grand array still suppressed her.

Otherwise, how could she have remained occupied with Cao Xueyan for so long?

But wait—

Was she hallucinating from being restrained for too long?

Why… did she see a pair of pointy, furry ears on top of Cao Xueyan’s head?

And behind her — a brilliantly colored tail moving lightly.

Lu Qianyun wanted to rub her sore eyes, but couldn’t.

Perhaps it was just an illusion.

The priority was breaking that cursed talisman.

Qin Ximo, just wait.

Once I’m free, I will—

Wait.

Why was that little maid… walking toward her?

What was in her hand?

Lu Qianyun’s expression should have shown terror — if she had control over her face at all.

The distance between them was small.

Cao Xueyan walked strangely, legs pressed together, steps uneven.

Her tail swayed lightly with each step — visually pleasing, perhaps, to anyone else.

Not to Lu Qianyun.

She already had a terrible guess why Cao Xueyan was approaching.

She always believed Cao Xueyan dual-cultivated with Qin Ximo only out of necessity.

After all, even suppressed by the array, Qin Ximo was someone a Qi-refining cultivator could never resist.

But now?

Qin Ximo was too busy refining the yin she absorbed from Cao Xueyan to care about anything else.

So then… why?

Lu Qianyun watched helplessly as Cao Xueyan approached.

At this distance, she could clearly see the marks on Cao Xueyan’s skin — faint traces, disheveled, telling their own story.

It was as if Cao Xueyan were flaunting her newly gained “victory” before her.

“Lu Qianyun, Fairy Qin said the restriction on your body is almost undone.”

So…

You truly won’t even call me “Saintess” now?

Her eyes seemed to express those words.

Then Cao Xueyan gently pressed the talisman in her hand onto Lu Qianyun’s body.

The talisman was already charged with Qin Ximo’s power.

All Cao Xueyan had to do was stick it on.

The restriction activated again.

Lu Qianyun felt the binding force strengthen, crushing her newly born hope.

She couldn’t even move her eyes anymore.

Cao Xueyan finished and turned away without hesitation, returning to Qin Ximo’s side.