Supreme Sword Exalt

Chen Qing turned pale, and he could barely stammer, “W-what! S-Senior, run! Run now! Hurry!”

Gu Han frowned deeply. Hehuan[1] Sect?

Just from the name, it didn’t sound like a proper sect.

“Is the Hehuan Sect really that terrifying?”

Chen Qing quickly explained, “Senior, the Hehuan Sect is located thirty thousand li from here. Its sect master is a female cultivator at the Feather Transformation realm, skilled in the arts of dual cultivation. Those targeted by her never meet a good end!”

Given Gu Han’s current injuries, he was in no condition to fight anyone. Defeating a Feather Transformation realm cultivator was nearly impossible. After a moment’s thought, he decided to avoid direct confrontation for now and leave this place first.

As they flew, Chen Qing sighed heavily. “She must have captured almost all the male cultivators around the Hehuan Sect, which is why she came all the way here... What shitty luck!”

Just then, a thousand zhang away from Gu Han, a dwarf male cultivator appeared. He was barely three chi tall, at the second stage of the Transcendent realm. His expression was frenzied and full of terror. “C-can’t go back... I’d rather die than go back... too terrifying...”

Gu Han asked in confusion, “Why is he so scared?”

The man with the surname Zhou wore a sympathetic look. “He used to be quite a renowned seventh-stage Saint realm cultivator around these parts. After one visit to the Hehuan Sect, he ended up like that. Oh, right. He used to be burly and over nine chi tall!”

Chen Qing sighed. “Senior, you may not know this, but there’s a saying that’s been circulating around our area.”

“What is it?”

“Enter the Hehuan Sect, and you’ll grind your pestle down into a needle.”

Gu Han was speechless and rather puzzled. “A third-rate force, and the sect master’s cultivation is only at the Feather Transformation realm. How could she act so arrogantly and capture people from several tens of thousands of li away?”

Chen Qing smiled bitterly. “Senior, although she’s only at the Feather Transformation realm, she keeps many male consorts and has plenty of Feather Transformation realm cultivators as her honored guests.”

At this point, he lowered his voice. “Also, rumor has it that she’s connected to one of Master Ling Ya’s disciples, so even the second-rate forces nearby hesitate to provoke her. She’s also smart enough to never target those with powerful backgrounds, only going after rogue cultivators like us.”

A trace of killing intent flashed in Gu Han’s eyes. Ling Ya’s disciple?

Well, he wasn’t particularly surprised. A crooked tree produced crooked fruit. Judging by the character of Zhong Yu and Hong Luan the other day, one could easily imagine what Ling Ya’s other disciples were like.

As he was thinking, the sound of air tearing reached them, and a woman’s lazy voice immediately rang out in everyone’s ears. “Gentlemen, where do you think you’re going?”

At the same time, a carriage more than ten zhang long descended before them, blocking their path. The carriage was pink, adorned with drapes of the same color. Behind the drapes, a tantalizing figure could be faintly seen. Curving peaks, hidden valleys, and vast snowy plains—all exuding an entrancing, soul-stealing allure.

Apart from Gu Han, everyone else felt their mouths go dry and subconsciously gulped despite resisting internally. There were seven or eight young men around the carriage, wearing pink robes with effeminate auras. They were all at the Saint realm. Everything about them exuded a licentious air.

The dwarf cultivator appeared deranged and immediately fled to the side. “No! Please no!”

The woman asked lazily, “Oh? This one’s still alive?”

One of the pink-robed young men immediately understood what this meant. A wave of Saint might descended, killing the dwarf cultivator on the spot without even leaving a complete corpse.

Despair filled everyone’s hearts. It’s over! Completely over!

The Hehuan Sect Master chuckled softly. “Don’t be afraid. I don’t have any intention of harming any of you Fellow Daoists. You should know that the path of desire is also a Great Dao. I wish to share supreme bliss with you all and enjoy the pleasures of human desire.

“Please, Fellow Daoists, do not resist. If you find me ugly, there are other female cultivators within the sect for you to choose from. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.”

As if it had a life of its own, a cloud of pink mist drifted out, descending upon everyone except Gu Han. The others had no power to resist, their eyes turned bloodshot, their breathing ragged like oxen. They stared fixedly at the voluptuous figure behind the drapes as if they wanted to pounce on her. Gu Han secretly remained on guard.

At that moment, the female cultivator noticed Gu Han’s unusual state. “Oh? How rare. I didn't expect to see such a handsome face among rogue cultivators.”

Though Gu Han's looks couldn't compare to Yun Jiansheng's, he was still ten times more handsome than rogue cultivators like Chen Qing.

Slowly, the drapes parted, revealing a tantalizing figure clad only in a thin gauze. “What a rare catch.”

The Hehuan Sect Master was exquisitely beautiful, falling just short of Hong Luan, whom Gu Han had seen the other day.

She fixed her gaze on Gu Han as a strange expression appeared on her face. “Even Feather Transformation realm cultivators find it difficult to resist my Hehuan Powder. How are you completely unaffected?”

Gu Han’s face darkened. Bullshit Hehuan Powder! I’m immune to all poisons and can even digest divine power. Why would I fear your pathetic powder?

Meanwhile, Chen Qing and the other rogue cultivators’ breathing quickened after seeing her appearance. If not for the last shred of reason and instinct in their hearts, they would have charged long ago.

Gu Han’s mind raced. Eight Saint realm cultivators, and one at the Feather Transformation realm.

If he was at his peak, he wouldn’t fear them in the slightest. But with his divine soul severely damaged and his injuries barely recovered, even escaping would be difficult.

The Hehuan Sect Master covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. “Why are you glaring at me? Am I that ugly?”

Gu Han sighed, realizing that besides fighting desperately, there was no other option. He decided to stop hiding and slowly raised his sword. “I must say, you have a good sense of self-awareness. But since you know you’re ugly, why come out to scare people?”

The Hehuan Sect Master licked her lips as a wild glint appeared in her eyes. “What unyielding defiance! I like this kind of unwavering integrity!”

Gu Han turned sour. Disgusting!

As if disturbed by the pink mist, Chongming, who had been sleeping soundly by Gu Han’s side, jolted awake. A flash of anger appeared in his eyes. “That reeks! Which bastard dares disturb my good sleep?!”

His tail was bald and his divine feathers were scorched, yet the aura of majesty about him hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Gu Han felt a surge of joy. “You’re awake!”

With Chongming awake, he had gained an enormous advantage.

Chongming squawked incessantly, thoroughly displeased, “Kid, what’s going on? I risked my life to save you, and you let me smell something this foul?”

Gu Han’s sword extended a three-cun strand of sword aura. “Master Rooster, don’t ask. Let’s kill them first, and I’ll explain everything later.”

The Hehuan Sect Master waved her arm lightly. “Take this young man down. I’ll tame him personally!”

Instantly, the eight pink-robed men locked onto Gu Han. “Understood!”

The Hehuan Sect Master glanced at Chongming, an unnatural flush appearing on her face as her breathing quickened slightly. “And capture that rooster demon for me as well.”

1. 合欢 (hé huān) means joyful reunion, making love, or the silk tree plant. It combines "hé" (to join/together) and "huān" (joy/happy). ☜