How Much Is Real?

Lu Qianyun found the little maid’s constant fear and relief quite adorable.

She leaned closer and could not resist teasing further.

“Your Profound Yin Body is a rare treasure in our Hehuan Sect.

Similarly, my body holds great significance to our sect as well.

For the two of us to combine—would that not be a wonderful thing?”

Cao Xueyan took several steps back in fear and stammered.

“Saintess, please do not joke like that.”

Lu Qianyun’s smile faded as she assumed an aloof and elegant demeanor.

“This Saintess does not make jokes lightly.

My words are iron and cannot be taken back.”

You’re a demon sect saintess—talking about ‘words that cannot be taken back,’ seriously?

Though Cao Xueyan thought this inwardly, her current identity did not allow her to speak this aloud.

She was in enemy territory—sometimes one had no choice but to endure.

…Like hell!

This simulation felt too real.

Every sensation her current body experienced was exactly the same as her own feelings.

Even if her true body far away would not be harmed, her soul would still feel tainted.

To do that kind of thing with someone as wicked as Lu Qianyun…

She’d rather die!

How was she supposed to face Xiao Menglan after the simulation ended?!

Just thinking of Xiao Menglan—her gentleness, and her violent moods—made Cao Xueyan feel like crying.

She even considered giving up on this simulation entirely.

But reality was not so simple.

The real simulation could only be carried out after binding a love target.

There were only a few possible choices.

And Cao Xueyan had chosen Qin Ximo to save her, that wandering and reckless sect leader!

If she quit now, then the events of the simulation would unfold in real life.

And Qin Ximo had already arrived in Gusu Immortal City days ago.

She had likely already located the ancient ruins by now.

The wheel of fate was already turning.

If she did not seize this chance, everything would truly become irreversible.

Cao Xueyan’s expression showed how unwilling she was.

This only made Lu Qianyun more amused.

She stepped forward, grasped Cao Xueyan’s delicate hands, and looked directly into her eyes.

Women were born to act.

And Lu Qianyun was the best of them.

She blinked lightly, and tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes.

Her lips, tinted with rouge, pouted just so.

She sniffled delicately.

Her appearance became one of such pitiful beauty that even the heavens seemed to owe her something.

Lu Qianyun asked softly.

“You truly do not wish to dual cultivate with me?”

Cao Xueyan wanted to shout “Absolutely not!”, but she had to choose her words carefully.

“Saintess, did you not say my body has yet to fully mature?

To use it now would be a waste.”

“And what of that?” Lu Qianyun replied casually.

“A Profound Yin Body is indeed rare, but not unique.

The world is vast—surely more exist.

But, my dear Yue’er, my affection for you is sincere.

Ask anyone here—who could deny seeing it?”

Cao Xueyan rolled her eyes inwardly so hard they nearly flipped.

Everyone in Zuixian Tower was Hehuan Sect.

Asking them was no different than surrendering herself!

“Saintess, you promised me.” Cao Xueyan’s tone hardened.

“I did promise not to touch you before your body fully matures.” Lu Qianyun acknowledged.

But then, she slyly added,

“However, if during that time you cannot resist your longing for me, sneak into my room at night, tear off my clothes, and force yourself upon me…

Then what could I do?”

“That would never happen!” Cao Xueyan wanted to say.

But instead, a chill crept up her spine.

She would never do such a thing.

But Lu Qianyun…

A saintess of the Hehuan Sect.

A demoness to her bones.

What couldn’t she do?

Drugging her?

Casting charm spells?

Her current identity—Shen Yuemian—was only Qi Refining stage.

Far too easy to manipulate.

“Saintess, please do not joke about such things.”

Cao Xueyan’s gaze turned firm.

“I said that once my body matures, I will offer it to you myself.

Until then, please restrain yourself.”

Lu Qianyun suddenly laughed.

She had made that promise casually back then.

She had not expected Cao Xueyan to take it so seriously.

The feeling was… strangely refreshing.

Lu Qianyun lay back on the bed, picked up a spiritual fruit, and bit into it messily, juice dripping everywhere.

No elegance left at all.

“Restraint? Those old demon lords cultivate their magic for centuries…

They suppress desire and torture themselves.

Even surrounded by beautiful women, their ‘lower half’ doesn’t even twitch.

How boring.”

Her voice dripped with disdain.

The Hehuan Sect never saw their cultivation method as demonic.

Yin and yang complemented one another.

The ancient Human Emperor himself practiced similar arts.

After several fruits, Lu Qianyun finally added,

“We don’t need to force anything.

We’ll just find a few female disciples to accompany the guests.

I may not be a good person, but I don’t break promises.

I said I won’t touch you, so I won’t.”

That night, Cao Xueyan truly slept peacefully.

In the following days, two mysterious figures arrived at Zuixian Tower.

Both wore heavy black cloaks, clearly not ordinary people.

As soon as they saw Lu Qianyun, they knelt.

“Greetings to the Saintess!”

They removed their cloaks—one man, one woman.

The man was elegant and handsome.

The woman was stunning, with a black snake tattoo curling from her cheek to her collarbone.

“No need for formality,” Lu Qianyun beamed, stepping forward.

These two were the Left and Right Protectors of the Hehuan Sect—both true Golden Core cultivators.

They had come because Lu Qianyun’s plan regarding the ancient ruins was too important.

They were there to ensure nothing went wrong.

Not to fight Qin Ximo—no one below Seventh Stage Golden Core could defeat her.

Their job was to guard against unreliable “allies.”

After they greeted Lu Qianyun, they disappeared again.

But Cao Xueyan could feel unseen eyes watching her at all times.

“If you don’t know how to address them, just call them ‘Senior,’” Lu Qianyun instructed.

“I’ve already told them to watch over you when we head to the ruins tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your care, Saintess,” Cao Xueyan replied.

Lu Qianyun giggled.

“I simply don’t want such a precious body to go to waste.”

This woman—one could never tell which of her words were true and which were lies.

And perhaps…

That was the most dangerous thing about her.