I Became the Demon Sect Saintess’… Attendant?

The old demonic cultivators present did not take Lu Qianyun’s words seriously and all sneered.

“That Qin Ximo, do you think she is like those women you keep in your bed?”

“You think sprinkling a little drug can make her obey you, listen to your every command, and submit to you willingly?”

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Sword cultivators are all unyielding, and she is even more so.”

“Even if she really fell into your trap, she would never give you any chance to take advantage of her.”

“That’s right.”

“You’ve only cultivated for a few decades, what do you understand?”

“In my opinion, the best way to deal with Qin Ximo is to kill her.”

“Drain her blood, slice her flesh to feed the beasts, extract her soul and refine it into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, so that she will never be reborn for eternity!”

Lu Qianyun suddenly smiled brightly, and her words were filled with provocation.

“All of you are renowned figures in the demonic path.”

“That Qin Ximo is one of the leaders of the righteous sects, a true threat to us.”

“So many of our comrades have died under her sword.”

“Since we are discussing how to deal with her, naturally we should think about how to make her regret ever standing against us, for this life and the next.”

“But listening to your ideas just now, they seem far too gentle.”

“Could it be… you are frightened of her?”

At this, many demons felt a deep-rooted terror stir in their hearts.

Back then, Qin Ximo had not even reached the Nine-Turn Golden Core realm, far weaker than the old demons gathered here now.

Yet even so, that woman had charged into their main stronghold alone.

She destroyed their blood pools.

She tore apart their white bone monuments.

She shattered one Ten Thousand Souls Banner after another.

Their centuries of accumulation had been ruined.

Anyone who dared to resist was already buried “back then.”

After doing all of that, Qin Ximo began slaughtering.

Whoever she saw, she killed.

Even those who escaped thousands of miles away spent the rest of their lives tortured by the sword qi she left in their bodies.

To mortals and weak cultivators, these demons were terror itself.

But in truth, Qin Ximo was their demon.

Their inner demon.

An elder demon asked angrily, suppressing his fear.

“Lu Qianyun! What do you mean by this?”

“No special meaning.”

Lu Qianyun raised her chin.

“You all know what I am saying.”

“Think about it.”

“If we make Qin Ximo our furnace, not only can we harvest her yin to strengthen our cultivation, but we can also make our old enemy kneel at our feet.”

“She is a Nine-Turn Golden Core cultivator.”

“Her body will not break easily.”

“We could torment her for hundreds of years, make her live worse than death.”

“Even display her before her own sect.”

“Would that not break their morale without us lifting a finger?”

“Hmph!”

“No more of this!”

“Our decision remains the same!”

“Qin Ximo must die!”

“And she must die without even a hair remaining!”

“You Hehuan Sect people talk prettily, but in the end, it’s just for your disgusting dual cultivation practices!”

“I did not shame you earlier, but when you return, tell your sect master not to ruin the leader’s grand plan!”

“Otherwise, even ten Hehuan Sects will not be enough to pay for it!”

With that, the demons flicked their sleeves and departed.

Outside, the scene was not a secluded valley nor a barren wasteland, but a flourishing immortal city.

Immortal cities were marketplaces built around sects, where mortals and cultivators coexisted.

This city belonged to the Hehuan Sect’s territory.

And the place they had just been was none other than the famous Drunken Immortal Pavilion, a pleasure house.

A place where wine could be drunk, music heard, rooms rented — and special services were naturally available.

No one would suspect that the actual owner of this establishment was a demonic sect.

And beneath the building, there was a secret demonic stronghold.

The one in charge of it was from the Hehuan Sect.

And Lu Qianyun, the current Saintess of the Hehuan Sect, had traveled here to advance her plan.

By day, she was a performer named Yun’er, a courtesan who sold art but not body.

By night, she returned underground, accompanied by a few flower courtesans — all disciples of the Hehuan Sect skilled in dual cultivation.

Today, however, was different.

Representatives from Longevity Heaven and several other demonic sects had come.

Those demons, steeped in endless sins, despised the Hehuan Sect’s dual cultivation path.

If they saw Lu Qianyun with her furnace cauldrons, they would mock her endlessly.

So she had dismissed them early.

But Lu Qianyun never traveled alone.

Her unique status meant only one person stayed at her side.

“Yuemian, is the bath upstairs ready?”

“I want to wash off the stench of these pests.”

Lu Qianyun stretched lazily, the black gauze barely clinging to her curves.

Anyone watching would be tempted to step forward and help remove it.

A beautiful maid approached.

Her expression was slightly unnatural.

She kept her head low.

“Yue… Yue’er already ordered it prepared.”

“I will go upstairs and check now.”

Her name was Shen Yuemian.

But she was no longer the original Shen Yuemian.

Because just moments ago, another presence had quietly replaced her.

Upon entering Real Simulation, a message had appeared:

【Select a romance target to bind.
You will receive a real identity connected to this target.
Use it well, and pursue a passionate romance.】

Cao Xueyan had complained.

“Why does this have to be so complicated?”

For once, the simulator replied.

【To prevent you from using one identity to court multiple people.
That would result in a love-death battlefield.
You do not want that.】

Cao Xueyan had to admit — fair enough.

Then came one more line.

【Real Simulation tasks will appear.
Completing them may change fate and future outcomes.
Please enjoy simulating.
May you ascend soon.】

Cao Xueyan, without hesitation, chose Qin Ximo.

And thus, she descended into the body of Shen Yuemian — Lu Qianyun’s attendant.

Shen Yuemian possessed the Profound Yin Body, a constitution perfect for harvesting yin.

Once matured, dual cultivation with her could equal months of closed-door cultivation.

However, she was still a maiden.

Not because Lu Qianyun cared.

But because the fruit was not ripe yet.

To pick it now would be wasteful.

Cao Xueyan had heard everything.

They truly intended to deal with Qin Ximo.

The old demons hated her and wanted her dead.

But Lu Qianyun believed she could make Qin Ximo her furnace — her captive.

The two sides had split on this.

However…

There was indeed one simulation route where Qin Ximo had fallen into Lu Qianyun’s hands.

And the result had been unspeakable.

Cao Xueyan clenched her fists.

Even if you act recklessly, Qin Shishu — I will save you.

No matter what.