The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.
Chapter 66 - 7) The celestial assembly

Chapter 66: 7) The celestial assembly

"Young Master’s wisdom is vast as the sky and unfathomable to be ever shining," the Saintess murmured softly, her voice like a celestial chime as she stood gracefully behind Zhao Fan.

"To witness such clarity in the heart of darkness... this lowly one is truly enlightened,"

Just as her words faded into the stale air, another voice, cool as drifting frost, followed.

"Young Master," spoke Yi Xin Xue, her tone gentle like a spring breeze, yet veiled in an unforgiving chill.

"Lu Tian has been grazed by a newborn lizard’s strike. Though it will not claim his life, he has become no more than a burden upon this group. He walks, yet he drags the rest into danger..."

Her eyes, calm and calculating, glanced toward the trembling form of the bald junior.

"That one... the bald junior. He also bears a hidden wound. This Yi fears that when the venom burrows deep and gnaws upon his blood essence, the pain shall steal his reason. He may cry out... and his scream shall summon more dangers to us, who knows what more to the other side, we must eliminate the useless one so, useful can move on,"

Hypocrisy? Coldness? Brutality? Inhumane? What she spoke was nothing but truth, the law of nature.

Zhao Fan narrowed his gaze as he never cared about their puny life and he didn’t wish to get his hands dirty on their useless, dirty, impure blood.

However, Yi Xin Xue’s assessment was not wrong, an injured horse can never win the race.

Lu Tian, the worthless pig.

Despite his golden robes and inherited title, he had done nothing but flounder since their arrival.

The system had previously mentioned that the Saintess would emerge alive from this Dao domain, but with serious injuries that need Yang Kai’s assistance, but looking now, Young Master Zhao wonders how.

As for the bald Daoist... he practiced the path of body refinement. His flesh was strong, his will trained like a mountain to stand proud, but no technique could silence agony forever.

Poor soul...Karma is both blind and slow, or perhaps, it is never meant to glance upon those too low to earn its grace, like justice that is never meant for the poor, for some, destiny offers cold bread while for others it offers a warm spiritual rice.

Nonetheless, the question now lingered is; How long until the blood essence is fully corrupted?

One stick of incense?Perhaps two...

But beyond that point, fate bares its fangs.

It’s inevitable...

Lu Tian and the Bald Daoist, having heard Yi Xin Xue’s chilling words, turned pale as moonlight on a tombstone.

Yet before panic could fully bloom, or before thought could become action, their head fell off.

Swoosh!

With a single arc of his sword intent released from his finger, like wind splitting the mist, both their throats were severed clean without any mercy or any emotion.

Death is part of mundane life, if you can kill animals but not humans in the name of morals, you are not qualified to walk in the path of Dao.

Every life is equal, be it useless Lu Tian or Young Master Zhao, and killing is no sin.

Lu Tian’s eyes widened before his consciousness blurred.

As for the Bald Daoist... It was mercy, it’s better to die a silent peaceful death than a violent one.

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Saintess did not avert her gaze when Zhao Fan’s blade fell. Blood was a common sight, but how effortlessly he severed bonds was uncommon.

There wasn’t even a trance of emotion on his face as she could see it perfectly calm and composed and those eyes held no life worthy, like a god.

She can’t help but shudder at why would such a man wish to keep her as a Dao Companion could it be related to a dream?

Could she be a reincarnated individual?

Also, why does it feel like I am starting to hate him...

He did not act from anger, nor from cruelty, his judgment was swift, clean, and without hesitation for the greater good of others.

Could it be that I am affected by some supernatural element to hate him?

But why? Ahhh... I don’t know if I can find the truth.

Could I really be his concubine...

Keeping aside such thought, she looked at her brother’s body.

Lu Tian had always been a weak-minded person, a weight tied to borrowed wings as it’s a known fact that the sect master favors his sons over his daughters.

And this Lu Tian’s cries were louder than his worth. His ending was completely predictable from years ago, perhaps even overdue, always acting out of ignorance and a blind sense of power and a feeling to rule over others.

Maybe seeing How the Holy Envoy was the center of attention, he needed to open his dog mouth, alas, the price is opening the mouth is dark.

And yet, witnessing it firsthand struck a strange chord within her heart.

She can’t tell what... It was not sorrow, not fear but something colder, like watching snow cover a grave.

The bald Daoist, too, was doomed the moment he stepped forward without thought. Strength without foresight was like fire in dry grass, dangerous and fleeting.

Poison coursing through blood couldn’t be halted by sheer will... Even the hardest steel corrodes in silence due to rain.

She glanced at Zhao Fan’s back, the same back that shielded them moments ago, the same hand that killed without pause. Was this mercy or ruthlessness?

He was a storm hidden in still waters.

To follow such a man... it wasn’t simply a choice. It was submission to a tide one could not resist, and oddly, she didn’t mind.

It’s quite complicated... She feels like she hates him, but she also feels like she likes him.

Perhaps she needs some time, nonetheless, she had crimson cheeks, but, darkness tends to hide the color red first.

"Let’s go, this seems to be correct,"

"Umm..."

"This maid shall follow..."

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