“Well, she’s a Saintess. Playing a bit dirty is normal.”

Inside Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Cao Xueyan was serving Lu Qianyun, helping her remove her clothes.

This task was relatively easy, after all the garment was only a thin black gauze.

She didn’t know what material it was made from — it felt almost like nothing.

When her fingers lightly pinched it, it gave off a silky sensation that made one reluctant to let go, as though stroking Lu Qianyun’s own smooth skin.

Cao Xueyan forced the distracting thoughts out of her mind.

As expected of the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect — this gauze had only been worn for a short while, and it had already taken on her intoxicating fragrance.

“This place truly has poor conditions. Looks like I’ll have to put up with it a bit longer.” Lu Qianyun frowned slightly at the simple wooden bath barrel filled with hot water.

Inside the Hehuan Sect, her personal palace bathhouse was spacious and luxurious.

Bathing there was only the most basic function — the space was large, and it held countless specially prepared… tools.

In simpler words, it was a place for Lu Qianyun and other women to play.

But they were currently inside a cultivation city, under the jurisdiction of the Xuan-Iron Immortal Dynasty.

According to the Empress’s decree, no matter one’s identity, it was forbidden to build a residence larger than the City Lord’s manor.

Otherwise, it was considered defiance of imperial authority — and the Dynasty’s tens of thousands of celestial soldiers would descend immediately.

The Immortal Dynasty did not distinguish between righteous cultivators and demonic ones — as long as the law was not violated, all were treated the same.

This was also why demonic cultivators dared build their strongholds here.

Even someone like Qin Ximo — the terrifying sword devil who once slaughtered countless demons — dared not openly defy the Dynasty.

Lu Qianyun stepped into the bath, her long leg raising gracefully before being enveloped by the warm water.

Red flower petals floated on the surface, brushing against her thigh playfully, making her giggle like a silver bell.

Her entire body sank into the water.

As her personal attendant, Cao Xueyan could only stand quietly nearby, waiting to serve at any moment.

After soaking for a while, Lu Qianyun grew bored.

She lifted her hand slightly and spoke lazily, her voice like a lounging cat: “Yue’er, come here.”

“Saintess, Yue’er is here.”

The closer she stepped, the more she could see Lu Qianyun’s beautiful figure half-hidden in the mist.

“Do you know? In this place, the others all call themselves servants. Only you are allowed to keep your own name.”

Cao Xueyan lowered her head and said tremblingly: “Yue’er thanks the Saintess for your grace. Yue’er will surely repay it in the future…”

“Of course you will repay me.” Lu Qianyun pressed a finger to Cao Xueyan’s lips.

Her eyes shimmered with a restrained, almost frenzied desire. “But the time is not yet. It isn’t far though.”

“By the way. Did you take the medicine I gave you today?”

“…Not yet.”

“That won’t do.” Lu Qianyun’s fingers slid along Cao Xueyan’s body like a dozen nimble serpents.

“The medicine is good for your constitution. It helps the maturing process. If you truly want to repay me, shouldn’t you want to offer your body sooner, so that we may ascend to ecstasy together?”

Her tone was coaxing, seductive — like a whisper hooking into the soul.

Cao Xueyan felt suffocated, instinctively taking a step back.

The moment she realized what she had done, she immediately bowed her head: “Please forgive me, Saintess. Yue’er did not mean to offend.”

Lu Qianyun wasn’t angry.

After all, Shen Yuemian had originally been captured from outside — such people were common in the Hehuan Sect.

Women became cultivation furnaces.
Men became breeding livestock.
None of them were considered human.

But Shen Yuemian was different — her Xuanyin Body made her far more precious.

A single session of dual cultivation with her could rival months of closed-door cultivation.

So naturally, Lu Qianyun treated her more leniently.

“You, relying on my favor, dare act so boldly.” Lu Qianyun said lazily. “Tell me — how should I punish you?”

“Yue’er is willing to submit to any punishment.”

“Oh? Truly?”

“Truly.”

Lu Qianyun laughed softly and leaned back into the water, rippling it playfully. “You clearly fear me, yet still force yourself to say such things. Boring.”

After more than half an hour of bathing, she rose and stepped out.

Cao Xueyan helped dry her slowly, inch by inch, then helped her dress.

Though “dress” was a generous word — it was merely a thin white gauze, slightly different in style.

Lu Qianyun clapped her hands.

Another young woman entered, her expression showing understanding without the need for instruction.

She knelt, four limbs to the floor.

Lu Qianyun leisurely sat on her back and allowed the girl to carry her out like a mount.

Back in her chamber, Lu Qianyun reclined on her bed, tilting the woman’s chin playfully.

The woman panted softly, her eyes filled with eager submission.

When Cao Xueyan approached, Lu Qianyun merely continued teasing the woman — even stretching her bare foot forward to replace her hand.

Cao Xueyan watched silently, showing no reaction.

Later that night, the Saintess finally tired.
She pulled the woman into her bed — not as a partner, but as a body pillow.

“Have you ever seen Qin Ximo — the Sect Master of Qingyun Sword Sect?” Lu Qianyun asked suddenly.

Cao Xueyan’s heart jolted. “This servant… would not dare see such a figure.”

“Hehe. In the future, that won’t be the case.” Lu Qianyun sneered.

“When everything is done, I will make Qin Ximo lower than livestock. Meeting her will be easy — even humiliating her personally will be perfectly acceptable.”

Cao Xueyan forced herself to answer: “Saintess speaks with reason.”

“Go rest. Remember to drink the medicine. When Qin Ximo enters the ancient ruin, you will accompany me. You will witness personally how she falls into my hands.”

Cao Xueyan returned to her small room.

She took out the bottle of pills. Her current body instinctively craved it.

Well — it wasn’t truly her real body anyway.

She swallowed.

Serving beside Lu Qianyun was exhausting — every moment required caution.

But… being brought into the ancient ruin meant less trouble sneaking in later.

The simulator really did choose the perfect identity.

The only issue was avoiding being “eaten” too early by the Saintess.

Just as she lay down, faint sounds echoed from the Saintess’s chamber.

A woman’s muffled cries.
Lu Qianyun’s delighted, mad laughter.
And the sharp snap of a whip.

Well… she was the Saintess.
Playing a little wild was only normal.

Cao Xueyan rolled over and closed her eyes.

She did not know—

The Qin Ximo whom both she and Lu Qianyun were thinking about… was currently in the sky directly above the city.

High in the clouds, accompanied only by moonlight and wind, Qin Ximo stood atop her sword, looking down at the bustling immortal city.

“What a fine den of demons.” she murmured.

“Shame the pact with Princess Yingluo is still in effect. I can’t act rashly. Tch. I really want to simply cut them all down with one sword.”

She took out a wine flask and drank beneath the moonlight.