Come, Let Us Enjoy Ourselves!

Stepping into the interior of the palace, everything in sight was luxurious.

The walls were built from precious jade, and just looking at them made one feel admiration and delight.

As for the carpet beneath their feet, who knew what kind of demon beast fur it was tanned from.

Qin Ximo could faintly sense the beast’s aura remaining within.

No… not just any beast—at least a third-rank demon king!

In ancient times, a third-rank demon beast might have been nothing more than a watchdog for truly powerful cultivators.

Such a rank hardly deserved to be called a demon king at all.

Moreover, looking at how the carpet stretched on for several miles…

If it all came from a single beast, how massive must that beast’s true body have been?

Qin Ximo had been through several ancient ruins before.

But never once had she been shocked so many times in just a few breaths.

The ruins she had visited before were all desolate wastelands.

Filled with wandering ghosts and beasts.

Even the items buried beneath the rubble, once dug out, were rarely intact or usable.

Whether it was pills, cultivation manuals, or magical weapons, all had long been eroded by time.

But this place was different.

Though empty of people, it felt as if its owner had only left yesterday.

Not a speck of dust rested on the carpet.

The corridors were lined with ornate, beautiful lanterns.

The wicks inside were burning steadily, as if someone had come to replace them just recently.

Even the glass-like lamp covers showed not a trace of shadow or stain.

So, where had the people of this palace gone?

Qin Ximo pondered while walking forward.

Behind her, Lu Qianyun held Cao Xueyan’s hand, walking leisurely.

Though it was her first time here as well, she looked as though she had returned home.

As for the Hehuan Sect disciples and the two protectors with them—

They obediently followed the Holy Saint’s orders.

No unnecessary words.

No touching what they should not touch.

That was the safest way to survive.

Lu Qianyun was clearly using Qin Ximo as the one walking ahead to face whatever came first.

Because they had been holding hands so long, Cao Xueyan could feel the warmth in Lu Qianyun’s palm.

Lu Qianyun looked calm and playful…

But was she truly calm inside?

The corridor ended at a door left slightly open.

Only a finger-width gap.

It looked like someone deliberately left it ajar as if saying:

See? I’m not locked.

What are you waiting for? Push me open and discover the surprise waiting inside…

Even Qin Ximo, always confident, stopped in front of this door.

The journey had been too strange.

Furthermore, as one approached the door, a faint fragrance drifted into the nose.

Light and elegant, like wildflowers blooming by the roadside.

Not strong enough to draw attention.

But just enough to soothe the heart.

Everyone present felt their anxieties and doubts subtly fading away.

Qin Ximo glanced back at Lu Qianyun.

The woman still looked relaxed, gently holding her maid’s hand.

Like she was here for a spring picnic rather than exploring an ancient ruin.

“If Qin Immortal does not know how to address me,” Lu Qianyun said with a soft laugh, “you may call me ‘demonic witch’ like the others. I don’t mind.”

Her voice was sweet, delicate, tinged with playful charm.

“When others call me that, I pretend not to care, but it hurts quite a bit inside. But if you say it… I may find it just a little flirtatious.”

Qin Ximo’s expression did not change.

But Lu Qianyun suddenly leaned, pretending to stumble—

And fell right into Cao Xueyan’s arms.

Soft fragrance, warm body—

But Cao Xueyan had no romantic thoughts at all.

Because the simulator that had been silent so long finally stirred.

When the real simulation began, the simulator said it would release random tasks at the right time.

Completing them would give rewards beneficial to the simulation.

Cao Xueyan’s fingers twitched slightly.

If the reward could help survive the current situation, she would accept it.

But at the same moment the simulator activated, it also told her—

Qin Ximo was nearby.

So the task would not be assigned to Cao Xueyan.

Qin Ximo saw the change in Cao Xueyan’s expression and smiled faintly.

“It seems your simulator is good at choosing. If it is assigning the task to me, then naturally I will accept it.”

“Though I am curious what reward I will receive. Until now, I haven’t gotten anything from this simulation.”

“Rewards, outcomes—whatever they are, it’s up to fate. But since this task is for you… it will not be an easy one.”

Qin Ximo’s gaze deepened.

“This door likely corresponds to the hidden mission mentioned when the real simulation began.”

Lu Qianyun smiled sweetly, a spark of amusement in her eyes.

“Since the door has appeared, that means the mission has already begun. Don’t you want to know what lies inside?”

“Of course I do,” Qin Ximo said.

“But it will be me who opens it.”

With a wave of her sleeve, her spiritual power struck the door—

It opened smoothly and silently.

But the scene beyond—

Was stunning.

The hall beyond was enormous.

And everywhere—walls, screens, carpets—were filled with erotic spring paintings.

And not still ones.

For the moment the door opened, soft, seductive whispers floated through the air.

Come… come enjoy yourselves with us…

The Hehuan Sect disciples remained perfectly calm.

To them, this was simply home.

But Qin Ximo—who had remained pure, untouched, for hundreds of years—

Froze.

Her composure shook for the first time.

The images flashed rapidly in her mind—too clear, too vivid.

She felt her heart skip.

Her face flushed slightly.

Meanwhile, Cao Xueyan’s reaction was different—

She had seen and done far more than this with Xiao Menglan.

But even she had to acknowledge—

The Hehuan Sect’s founders were truly… pioneers.

But the simulator had warned—

There was danger beyond the door.

Could the danger be… these paintings?

What danger could a painting pose?

Could the figures… come out and strike them?

Cao Xueyan had this thought—

And then immediately regretted it.

Because the figures stepped out of the paintings.

Laughing lightly.

Seductive, eerie, and terrifying all at once.

Their bodies were bare or barely clothed.

They held no weapons—

But the killing intent around them made the heart tremble.

Qin Ximo’s expression grew cold and sharp.

Her sword was already in her hand.