Daoist Master, I'm really not an evil cultivator.

Chapter 14 Jade Immortal? Desire Immortal? Noble Family? Devouring Family?

At this moment, the Jade Fairy took a light step forward, her lips slightly parted, and her voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, with a strange softness.

"I am honored to be here thanks to Brother Heifeng's hospitality. It is very gratifying to see all of you fellow Daoists gathered here. The path of cultivation is long, and each of us has our own pursuits. Our gathering today is a matter of fate."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and beneath that cool exterior lay a gentle ripple of spring water, a subtle and indescribable allure that silently permeated her words.

Several spirits with weaker willpower began to stare blankly at the figure in white, their Adam's apples bobbing.

Even the pig demon that was tearing at the meat patty stopped, its mouth dripping with grease, staring blankly into space.

Some who cannot break the precept against desire are even more overflowing with spiritual energy, and their bodies become strange and unpredictable.

Xu Changqing sat upright behind the desk, his expression unchanged, but a cold sneer flashed through his mind.

The original owner's memories surged, and various records about the Desire Immortal Sect surfaced in her mind.

The Desire Immortal Sect—its name alone reveals its nature. This sect's techniques specialize in attacking the mind and desires, using "immortal beauty and jade-like bones" as its outward appearance and "soul-capturing and bewitching" as its inner essence.

On the surface, she appears aloof and detached from worldly affairs, but in reality, she is most adept at stirring up inner demons, leading people into a sea of ​​desire, and draining their essence and soul to replenish herself. Her methods are more sophisticated and insidious than blatant sexual exploitation.

It is a famous sect of the Desire Path within the territory of the Great Yu Dynasty. Its disciples often appear aloof and noble, but in reality, their hearts are like demons. Their methods are often more decadent and wicked, and they regard all living beings as resources.

"This is no Jade Fairy, she's clearly a Desire Fairy."

He remained secretly vigilant, silently circulating his illusory life force within his body to protect his spiritual platform and isolate him from the intangible and alluring sound.

Jade Fairy's few words had already made the atmosphere inside the cave subtle and restless.

She seemed quite satisfied with the effect, and without saying another word, she gracefully walked towards the reserved seat at the very head of the table, guided by the Black Wind King.

Yuan Hong and Jia Jue then took their seats.

After Jia Jue sat down, his gaze swept over a plate of fragrant, roasted pork ribs in front of him. Suddenly, he asked the little demon serving beside him, "Is this the tenderloin of a two-legged sheep?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by several nearby tables. The little demon was taken aback, then hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Young master has a good eye, it is indeed... indeed the carefully selected leg meat, roasted using a secret method, it's very chewy."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong smiled slightly, picked up the wine cup made from a skull in front of him, took a sip of the scarlet "nectar" inside, and said leisurely, "Brother Jia has good taste. However, such ingredients are not easy to find in our city. Those court dogs have very keen noses and many rules, which is troublesome."

Jia Jue snorted coldly, cut off a piece of meat with his silver knife, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. A hint of almost cruel satisfaction appeared on his cold face: "We can't eat in the city. There are imperial officials watching over us, so we're restricted. It's much more pleasant here in the mountains and fields. The ingredients... are fresh too."

Their tone was calm, but their words sent chills down one's spine. To them, cannibalism and blood-drinking were nothing more than discussing a type of wild game.

Upon seeing this, the Black Wind King laughed heartily, raised his cup, and said, "I'm glad you two young masters like it! In my Black Wind Mountain, we may not have much else, but we have plenty of this kind of ingredient."

Xu Changqing watched coldly, his heart growing even colder. These scions of noble families, disguised in human skin, were more hypocritical and ruthless than the demons of the mountains.

A thought suddenly came to mind: "Jade Immortals are sensual immortals, aristocratic families truly devour their own. Red-powdered skeletons are but a dream, white bones in vermilion gates are all the same dust, a thousand miles without human life, ten thousand miles shrouded in deathly aura."

The moment this thought arose, the "Purple Star Death Scripture" within his body was activated, and an inexplicable force gazed upon him from the darkness. In a daze, Xu Changqing saw a purple-robed emperor who held the power of life and death, attempting to drag him into the boundless realm of death.

At that moment, the altar of the Deceitful Path shook violently, completely blocking the gaze.

Cold sweat beaded on Xu Changqing's forehead, his face remaining impassive, but his heart was in turmoil. Even so, his spiritual energy momentarily went out of control, his robes fluttering without wind, and purple light rising within them.

All the demons turned their heads to look.

Xu Changqing took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and slowly uttered, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable. The Great Dao is like a cauldron cooking all living beings, human flesh as firewood and bones as fuel. Do not blame those in the mortal world for being cannibals; Heaven and Earth originally could not bear to see such suffering."

As his words fell, the Daoist intent faded, and the purple light vanished. He stood there, his robes still fluttering, his aura even more profound and unfathomable than before.

The demons and evil cultivators exchanged bewildered glances. The verse, though seemingly ordinary at first glance, revealed a chilling ruthlessness that viewed all living beings as mere straw dogs, and a powerful spirit that saw the world as its crucible—a quality far beyond what ordinary Taoist practitioners could possess. The Black Wind King, Yuan Hong, and Jia Jue exchanged a look, a strange glint in their eyes.

King Black Wind burst into laughter first, his copper bell-shaped eyes gleaming. He raised his cup and said, "Congratulations to Daoist Xuming on your remarkable progress! Your few words of truth have truly brought out the essence of this Blood Apricot Banquet. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Xu Changqing bowed and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I must thank King Black Wind for such a grand feast, for it is through this that I have gained this enlightenment."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a high-pitched, hoarse voice interrupted from the side.

"Since the Taoist priest says it's such a grand feast, how can it be without magic to enhance the festivities?"

The one speaking was the Centipede Boy. His colorful clothes looked even more eerie under the green firelight, and half of the centipede's body was sticking out of his ear canal, its tentacles trembling.

He grinned, drool dripping from his black teeth, his cloudy yellow eyes fixed on Xu Changqing: "I've heard that Abbot Qingyang's magic is profound, and just now I witnessed his Daoist intent rising; I truly admire him. I wonder if the Abbot would be so kind as to condescend to perform a spell for us, so that everyone can broaden their horizons?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes were instantly fixed on Xu Changqing.

The Painted Skin Lady lightly tapped the silver plate with her finger bones, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Jade Fairy sat upright in the main seat, her gaze falling on Xu Changqing's face, and then a very faint ripple appeared in the depths of her eyes. This man was gentle and handsome, with a hidden brilliance, and the burst of Dao intent he had just unleashed showed that he had an extraordinary foundation, making him much more interesting than these filthy people present.

Unconsciously, her fingertips twirled the end of the white jade hairpin, and the cool lotus fragrance surrounding her seemed to intensify. She thought to herself, "If it weren't for the need to avoid ruining my grand plan, I would truly love to spend a few days in blissful union with this man. But oh well, it won't be too late once the grand plan is finalized."

Xu Changqing understood perfectly. The centipede boy's sudden leap was met with Black Wind King's unwavering composure, a hint of amusement flashing in his copper-bell eyes, clearly indicating tacit approval. It seemed this outcast of the Five Poisons Sect had already secretly pledged allegiance to the Black Bear Spirit, and today he was probably sent to test his own strength.

A thin layer of anger rose on his face at just the right moment, his gentle expression faded, and his brows furrowed with frost. He flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "I am a person of pure cultivation, not one of those who sell their healing skills in the martial world. Your words, boy, are rather disrespectful."

"Hehe, Daoist, don't be angry. It's just for fun. Why spoil everyone's enjoyment?" The centipede boy, taking advantage of the situation, suddenly darted forward a few steps with his short body. He raised his hands, and ten wisps of colorful poisonous smoke "hissed" out from the tips of his ten fingers. The smoke smelled sweet and pungent and transformed into tiny centipede phantoms that snaked towards Xu Changqing's face.

Xu Changqing seemed to be provoked and hissed, "Insolence!"

He did not rise, but simply pointed forward with his fingers like a sword. The Qi of destiny silently surged out, condensing into a hazy starlight a foot or so in front of him.

The poisonous centipede collided with it, making a soft "sizzling" sound, and quickly melted and faded like ice and snow meeting the sun, while the starlight only rippled slightly.

With a strange cry, the centipede sprang into the air like a ball, its colorful clothes billowing. More poisonous mist gushed from its mouth, nose, ear canals, and even skin pustules, its colors vibrant, gathering into a poisonous miasma several feet wide, within which phantom images of centipedes swarmed, and a foul wind swept down.

Guests around them quickly moved away, afraid of getting contaminated.