“You’ve never been this happy before,” Zuan couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Of course! It's rare to meet someone like you who understands our ideals. In the past, when people heard what I said, they all avoided me like the plague. Even if they said something nice, it was mostly because they liked my looks and were just going along with what I said." Qiu Hong's eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

"Don't get too excited," Zuan said, pouring cold water on the idea. "Although it's a lofty ideal, it's destined to go against the tide and won't end well."

What a joke! What are those cultivators working so hard for? Of course, it's for wealth and privilege. How could they possibly allow everyone in the world to succeed in cultivation?

Let alone those powerful families, even ordinary cultivators wouldn't agree. They've worked so hard to rise in status through cultivation and are about to become nobles, and then you tell them that everyone in the world can cultivate? That's like taking their lives.

Qiu Honglei put away her smile: "We also know that the road ahead will be difficult, but to do what we know is impossible is the belief of our generation."

Seeing her radiant eyes, Zuan couldn't help but feel admiration.

At this moment, the Ice Wanderer on the roof sneered repeatedly. When they first joined the Holy Sect, weren't they all full of ideals? But what good are ideals alone? Now everyone understands that improving one's cultivation and making money to enjoy life is the most important thing. As for the rest, the Sect Leader can take care of it.

The saintess seems quite clever, how could she have taken it so seriously?

Is it really true that women with big breasts are all...?

Just then, a piece of snow-white whisk suddenly wrapped around his neck. He was startled and instinctively tried to resist, but the whisk's threads seemed to have a life of their own, instantly piercing his neck. All the blood in his body was immediately sucked out through the whisk's threads.

The snow-white silk threads turned bright red. The Ice Man tried desperately to struggle, but he had no strength left in his body. He couldn't even raise a warning, let alone struggle.

He watched in horror as the flesh on his arm gradually melted away, until only skin remained.

He was terrified, but unfortunately, his consciousness soon plunged into complete darkness.

Soon a strange-looking Taoist nun appeared on the roof, put away her whisk, and the blood color on the whisk slowly rose and entered her body through the handle.

"The taste of fresh blood is truly wonderful." The nun looked intoxicated, then stared at the room below, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "It seems I've caught a big fish this time."