If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Mo Chengyue straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes.

He forced a standard, honest smile, turned around, and walked towards the iron tree pavilion.

The attic door was half-open, letting out a soft glow from the spirit stones.

He pushed open the door, and the sight before him made him swallow hard.

The spacious hall was covered with a soft white tiger skin carpet.

Three women, each with a distinct personality but equally stunning beauty, were sitting around a jade table.

The person sitting in the main seat is naturally the hostess, Jin Qiaoqiao.

She wore a dark gold silk dress today.

The neckline was very low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

Her long, dark hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

A chilling, eerie light shimmered in those long, narrow phoenix eyes.

Sitting to her left was Qin Wanzhuang, dressed in a black outfit.

The second senior sister's high ponytail made her look capable and dashing.

Although she sat there upright, her back was ramrod straight, like a sharp sword ready to be drawn at any moment.

That usually icy face now wore a faint smile for the first time ever.

Sitting on the right is Lin Miaoyin, who has just stepped down from her position as Holy Maiden.

She was wearing a purplish-red gauze dress that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Barefoot, her flawless jade feet gently tread on the white tiger skin.

Her long, slender legs were faintly visible through the slit in her skirt.

She was holding a glass of deep red spirit wine, gazing seductively towards the doorway.

"I thought someone was lurking around outside."

"So it's Mo Da Busy Man from Qingquan Peak who's off work."

Lin Miaoyin put down her wine glass and gently touched her red lips with her fingertips.

His tone was full of teasing and sarcasm.

"He just did menial tasks like sweeping and wiping tables in the library."

"How can you call him a busy person?"

Qin Wanzhuang glanced at Mo Chengyue, her tone still concise and to the point.

But there was a hint of inquiry hidden in those dark eyes.

Mo Chengyue keenly sensed the subtle balance among the three women.

This sense of balance is a hundred times more dangerous than the killing formations in the ancient ruins of immortals and demons.

If he shows even the slightest bias.

This iron tree pavilion will soon become a bloodbath.

The first rule of Gou Dao is: never try to reason with an unreasonable woman.

Since we can't reason with them, we can only solve the problem using the simplest and most direct physical method.

Mo Chengyue strode onto the white tiger skin carpet.

He didn't respond to the questions posed by the three women.

Instead, he went directly to Jin Qiaoqiao.

Before Jin Qiaoqiao could react.

He stretched out his strong arms and wrapped them around her slender, supple waist.

Jin Qiaoqiao gasped in surprise, her delicate body instantly tensing up.

But Mo Chengyue gave her no chance to resist.

He lowered his head and covered those two luscious red lips with an unyielding stance.

The demonic aura emanating from Jin Qiaoqiao fluctuated violently in that instant.

However, that violent power subsided automatically after coming into contact with the pure yang energy within Mo Chengyue's body.

She stared wide-eyed at the audacious man before her, her phoenix eyes wide with disbelief.

This is a timid office worker who usually doesn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of her.

He actually dared to be so domineering and lewd towards her in front of the other two women.

A strange numbing sensation spread down her spine as their lips touched.

Her delicate hands, which were originally ready to form hand seals to counterattack, ultimately just limply rested on the man's shoulders.

This sudden turn of events left Lin Miaoyin and Qin Wanzhuang, who were standing nearby, stunned.

Lin Miaoyin almost dropped the jade cup in her hand.

A flash of intense jealousy crossed her captivating eyes.

Qin Wanzhuang instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The temperature around him dropped below freezing in an instant.

Mo Chengyue released Jin Qiaoqiao, who was already somewhat dizzy from being kissed.

He completely ignored the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

He turned around and strode towards Lin Miaoyin.

"Are you crazy?"

"This is someone else's territory."

Lin Miaoyin shrank back in a panic.

Although she has the title of "Barefoot Enchantress," she is actually a severe germaphobe at heart.

Aside from that accident in that cramped cave, she had never had such intimate contact with a man before.

Mo Chengyue did not answer her question.

He reached out and cupped the back of her head, then leaned in and kissed her.

This action reveals a strong desire for control.

It completely shattered all of Lin Miaoyin's psychological defenses.

She closed her eyes and savored the pleasant herbal scent emanating from the man.

Her hands involuntarily climbed onto the man's neck.

She tore off her alluring and ever-changing mask.

All that remains is a young woman's deep longing for a strong reliance.

Seeing this scene, Qin Wanzhuang could no longer suppress her anger.

The sword energy of the Nine Slashes of the Blazing Sun flickered uncertainly at her fingertips.

She stood up, intending to rebuke this philandering scoundrel.

However, Mo Chengyue had already ended his efforts to appease Lin Miaoyin.

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards Qin Wanzhuang, facing the sharp sword aura.

Facing the blazing sword intent that could shatter boulders.

Mo Chengyue didn't even blink.

He just walked straight into Qin Wanzhuang's arms.

Qin Wanzhuang broke out in a cold sweat.

She hurriedly dispersed the sword energy at her fingertips, afraid of hurting her junior brother who always worried her.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Qin Wanzhuang gritted her teeth and rebuked in a low voice.

Mo Chengyue didn't speak, but instead cupped her pretty face, which was full of stubbornness, in his hands.

He placed a tender and precious kiss on her forehead.

This kiss was completely different from the domineering one before.

It was full of pity and comfort.

Like peach petals slowly falling in the spring breeze.

It directly touches the softest corner of Qin Wanzhuang's heart.

"My senior sisters are all waiting for me, how could I dare not come?"

Mo Chengyue looked at Qin Wanzhuang's ears, which were gradually turning red.

He expressed his attitude in the most sincere tone.

Qin Wanzhuang snorted coldly and turned her face away, refusing to look at him again.

But her grip on the sword hilt had already quietly loosened.

The tense atmosphere in the attic was completely dismantled by this series of smooth and skillful actions.

"You're getting more and more skilled."

Jin Qiaoqiao tidied her slightly disheveled sideburns.

She leaned back in the white tiger-skin chair, coldly mocking.

However, the murderous intent in his tone was gone.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. I'm only able to make a living because of everyone's generosity."

Mo Chengyue shamelessly took the opportunity to sit in the middle of the three.

He picked up the jade pot on the table and poured himself a cup of spirit wine.

"That good-for-nothing Ye Wushang, who only knew how to pile up resources, is dead in the ruins."

Lin Miaoyin broke the brief silence by shaking the jade cup in her hand.

A glint of all-knowing insight flashed in her narrow eyes.

"The Tianqing Peak lineage is currently leaderless and at its weakest point."

"That's why I resigned from my position as Holy Maiden overnight before the competition was announced."

"Throw this scorching iron throne out and let them fight it out among themselves."

Lin Miaoyin drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

His words were full of clever calculations, using retreat as a means of advancement.

Qin Wanzhuang picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

"Your strategy of self-preservation shows you have some brains."

"Now that Tian Qingfeng has lost its backbone, it's like a pack of mad dogs that have lost their way."

"If you insist on taking the seat, you'll definitely become a target for their anger."

The second senior sister's tone remained cold and hard.

However, his words revealed a clear understanding of the sect's situation.