The Courtesan Saintess Lu Qianyun

She was now only a maid, not as free as she had been in the Moon-Inviting Palace.

If she accidentally exposed anything, the consequences would be disastrous.

Although the Hehuan Sect was not very righteous, it was still considered a well-known sect.

The conduct of demonic cultivators was well known—if they were displeased, they would kill without hesitation.

Although she was the Saintess’s personal maid, and to outsiders it appeared that she was especially favored and not subjected to much punishment, Lu Qianyun herself was moody and unpredictable.

Cao Xueyan naturally did not wish to provoke her for no reason.

As a personal maid, she naturally needed to serve her master’s daily needs.

Fortunately, the simulator was helpful; in her mind, Cao Xueyan still retained a large amount of the original host’s memories.

Before meeting her master, she needed to carefully wash up and dress.

Lu Qianyun was extremely particular about the appearance of those around her, so that she could appreciate them like ornaments.

Cao Xueyan fetched a basin of water and sat before the dressing table.

She skillfully picked up a jade comb, then lifted her eyes to look at her reflection in the mirror.

A crisp sound echoed— the expensive jade comb slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, yet Cao Xueyan did not even notice.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, as though she saw something terrifying in the mirror.

She was clearly the only one at the dressing table.

So why did the reflection look so similar to her original appearance?

Her thoughts became tangled and chaotic, time passing without her realizing.

“Why are you so late today? Do you want to be punished?”

Lu Qianyun, though she had spent the night in pleasure with a beautiful woman and had played until late, still appeared full of energy this morning.

She frowned slightly, her expression showing faint displeasure as she looked at Cao Xueyan.

“Please calm your anger, Saintess!”

In order to avoid exposing herself, Cao Xueyan had no choice but to bow and beg softly.

“This must not happen again.”

Lu Qianyun was not a generous person.

Rules were rules. Servants must behave like servants.

If it happened again, even if Cao Xueyan’s special physique was something she needed, she would absolutely not forgive her lightly.

“Yes.”

Cao Xueyan approached cautiously and helped Lu Qianyun wash and dress.

This process seemed to be carved into her body’s instincts, performed so smoothly that Lu Qianyun found no fault.

After washing, they ate.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion belonged entirely to the Hehuan Sect, so the food served to the Saintess was naturally of the highest grade and beneficial to her cultivation.

Cao Xueyan stood beside her, holding a silk handkerchief, constantly attentive to her expressions, stepping forward to wipe her lips from time to time.

The task itself was not hard.

But the thought of serving this woman for a long period made Cao Xueyan fume inwardly.

If the one she served were Xiao Menglan, that would be fine.

But Lu Qianyun had killed her countless times in previous simulations.

Now the murderer herself stood before her—how could her heart possibly be without resentment?

After the meal, before going out to receive guests, Lu Qianyun followed her habit and went to “entertain” her pets.

Why “pets” in quotation marks?

Because of course Lu Qianyun would not raise cats and dogs.

Her pets were living people—women.

This was not surprising.

Her cultivation method required absorbing yin; the more women, the better.

If a woman was beautiful, even if her physique was unsuitable for dual cultivation, Lu Qianyun would still keep her around for enjoyment.

Just as the woman from last night—weak talent, low cultivation, poor spiritual roots—incapable of ever reaching Foundation Establishment.

But because she was stunningly beautiful, Lu Qianyun kept her to admire, to toy with, to watch her bend and yield in degrading positions.

It was said that while Lu Qianyun did not kill for pleasure like other demonic cultivators, she derived endless interest from this.

Cao Xueyan was forced to watch a “performance.”

Lu Qianyun playfully fed the locked-up women small treats, laughing softly.

Even with eyes closed, one could tell she was in a very good mood.

After a while, she stopped laughing and glanced at Cao Xueyan.

Shaking the snack bag in her hand, she asked sweetly:

“Yue’er, won’t you try feeding them?”

Cao Xueyan replied, trembling, “Yue’er does not dare.”

“What is there to fear? They are quite obedient. They won’t scratch or bite.”

Cao Xueyan wanted to refuse, but Lu Qianyun had already placed the bag into her hands.

Her voice was sweet, yet demonically chilling:

“If you feed them yourself, then they will no longer need to eat ever again.”

Cao Xueyan’s breath faltered.

She stepped forward, opened the feeding window on the cage, and offered a warm pastry.

The woman inside leaned forward eagerly, licking the crumbs from her palm.

The warmth and dampness against her skin made her shudder.

But inside, her heart was frozen.

Were these still human?

Cao Xueyan realized clearly—if not for her special physique, she would also be inside one of these cages.

Perhaps worse.

Perhaps Lu Qianyun would drain her dry and toss her aside like a used spirit stone.

After finishing, Cao Xueyan returned, feeling heavy.

Lu Qianyun lazily stretched and headed out.

It was time to receive guests.

In the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, she was known publicly as a courtesan named Yun’er—master of dance, qin, and song.

Men flocked to see her, eager to claim the best seats.

If all the women of the Hehuan Sect sold their charms, no other woman in the world would earn a single coin again.

When Lu Qianyun appeared in full adornment, every eye followed her.

Her smile was enchanting, her bare feet stepping gracefully over polished wood, making people itch to rush forward and hold her ankles gently.

Cao Xueyan stood aside, watching silently.

Her dancing was ethereal.

Her music lingered beautifully.

Her singing was like a heavenly voice.

If she were in the modern world, she would be a legendary superstar unmatched across eras.

Even in the cultivation world, few could match such talent.

Cao Xueyan’s memories told her that Lu Qianyun’s true skill was not sword or spell, nor pill or formation.

She specialized in bewitchment—the very performance she displayed was also killing technique.

If she truly wished, with her Foundation Establishment strength, once the song ended, no one in the building would be left alive.

Days passed like this.

Looking at her status panel, Cao Xueyan saw that six simulations had been consumed.

She had lived as Chen Yuemian for six days.

Aside from her indulgent nightly pleasures, Lu Qianyun behaved just like a real courtesan.