Ten days later.

Zhenyang Sect.

Xiyue Peak.

Amid the fairy mist, there are picturesque mountains and clear waters, and beautiful buildings. Countless disciples in white or purple robes come and go, making the scene quite lively.

Among the six peaks of Zhenyang Sect, Xiyue Peak has the most new disciples.

Most of these new disciples came for Ye Xiyue.

The only two geniuses with top-grade spiritual roots in the world, they practiced Qi at the age of five, established their foundation at the age of eight, achieved Golden Elixir at the age of fifteen, and Nascent Soul at the age of twenty.

Such a speed of cultivation is second only to Su Hongling of the Thunder Sword Sect and the deceased Xia Qinglian.

In addition to her talent in cultivation, Ye Xiyue's appearance is also talked about with great relish.

In the fairy list of the four major regions of East Cultivation, West Emperor, South Demon, and North Wilderness compiled by Feixian Pavilion, Ye Xiyue is firmly ranked in the top ten.

Combined with her cultivation level, she is like the Lady of the Nine Heavens who has descended to the earth, an existence that is out of reach for ordinary people.

In the land of Dongxiu, Ye Xiyue has many admirers, and it is also thanks to her fame that Xiyue Peak can attract the most new disciples.

At this moment, several outer disciples were practicing together, but some of them were distracted and whispered:

"You've been here for so long, have you met the senior sister?"

"I have never seen the beauty of the senior sister, alas."

"Haha, I have seen it. Last time, when Junior Sister Fang was injured, Senior Sister went to visit her and I was right beside her."

"Oh? Brother Chen is so lucky? What does the senior sister look like?"

"Of course she is extremely beautiful, like a fairy. To be honest, after that moment, other female cultivators have lost their appeal in my eyes."

Several people were talking excitedly, their eyes all shining as they imagined the unparalleled charm of the eldest sister.

Suddenly, a charming voice sounded behind them:

"Haha, you are so bold, you dare to covet Senior Sister behind her back, aren't you afraid of being expelled from Xiyue Peak?"

Several people looked back and were stunned.

They saw a female cultivator in a purple brocade robe standing in front of them. However, unlike the other inner disciples who were dressed neatly, the purple robe on this female cultivator was wide open, revealing a section of snow-white mountains and rivers.

She was holding a wine gourd in her hand and walked towards the people slowly while drinking from her head up. The white wine overflowed from the corners of her rosy lips, flowed down her slender neck and flowed into the deep valley.

The scene was so alluring that the eyes of several outer disciples widened and their expressions were dazed. Two of them even couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The female cultivator twisted her waist and walked in front of the group. She blinked her charming eyes at the disciple who claimed to have seen the senior sister.

"Do I have any color in your eyes?"

"Yes, yes!" the male disciple spoke subconsciously, then bent down, covered his crotch, his face flushed red.

"You, you are..." A person next to him finally reacted, his expression changed drastically, looking at this charming female cultivator with great fear:

"Senior Sister Si Minglan?!"

The female cultivator giggled, and the mountains trembled, almost seducing the souls of several people. She raised her head and took another sip of wine, smoothed her naturally wavy long hair, and said delicately:

"Why call me Senior Sister? You've made me sound old. If you like, just call me Lanlan!"

After saying that, she licked her beautiful red lips and sucked the wine from the corner of her mouth into her mouth.

This action was full of lust. Several outer disciples were already attracted by the lust and opened their mouths obediently:

"orchid……"

"Third Senior Sister, Senior Sister is still waiting for you, why are you here?"

At this time, a female disciple hurried over. Si Minglan turned around and smiled:

"I'm sorry, seeing so many fresh little junior brothers, I couldn't help but play for a while, let's go."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the dazed outer disciples and followed the female disciple.

Her waist swayed as she walked, and her long white legs were faintly visible under her messy purple robe.

Despite such a beautiful scenery, the male disciples passing by avoided her like the plague and did not dare to even look at her.

Si Minglan didn't care at all. She walked slowly and drank with her head tilted up. It wasn't until the seductive laughter faded away that the disciples, who were as silent as a cicada, dared to raise their heads and look at the newcomers who seemed to be petrified. They shook their heads and sighed:

"There are actually people who dare to look directly at Senior Sister Si Minglan. They are truly fearless of death."

"You have to be a newcomer. Ignorance is fearless."

"Third Senior Sister's charm is becoming more and more terrifying. Is there any male cultivator in this world who can withstand her charm?"

"Alas, my Zhenyang Sect is a prestigious and upright sect, why do we need to practice such a despicable technique?"

"I heard that Senior Sister Si Minglan's parents were killed by the royal family when she was still a mortal, and she was demoted to a courtesan when she was young. It seems that her life was quite miserable."

"Shh, keep your voice down. If Third Senior Sister hears you, be careful that she might draw out your soul and destroy it!"

Half an incense stick later, Si Minglan arrived at the top of Xiyue Peak, in front of a two-story fairy palace filled with rich spiritual energy.

This is Ye Xiyue’s residence.

The female disciple who came with her said, "Elder Zheng, the head of Wangyou Peak, is here. Senior Sister is discussing matters with him. Third Sister, please wait a moment."

After saying this, he bowed and left.

Si Minglan sat down on the steps at the door, drinking and admiring the pond and garden in front of the fairy palace.

"With such a beautiful scenery, it would be wonderful if I could find a good-looking little man to spend the night with, haha!"

She spoke lewdly, laughed wildly, and showed no scruples about revealing large areas of skin under her purple robe with the collar wide open.

Half an incense stick later, Ye Xiyue's door opened and a short and fat middle-aged monk walked out. Si Minglan raised the wine gourd at him and smiled charmingly:

"Meet Uncle Zheng."

This short and fat man looked a bit wretched, with a pair of half-open triangular eyes under his fat forehead. When he saw Si Minglan, his eyes widened slightly and he said with a smile:

"Minglan, long time no see. Your cultivation has improved. If you are interested, you can come to my Wangyou Peak. Uncle Master will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Si Minglan chuckled, stood up and bowed lazily:

"Thank you, uncle. I will consider it carefully."

She bent down, making the mountains and rivers look more majestic. Uncle Zheng's triangular eyes opened wider, and he stroked his beard and laughed:

"That's great. Uncle Master will be waiting for you."

After saying this, the short and fat figure turned into a golden light and flew away in an instant.

When he left, Si Minglan's charming smile disappeared and she snorted coldly, "Old pervert!"

An ethereal and indifferent voice came from inside the room: "Minglan, come in."

“Here it comes!”

Si Minglan laughed and walked into the room, twisting her waist. She saw Ye Xiyue in a white dress, sitting on a carved wooden chair. She looked dignified, beautiful and fairy-like.

"Senior Sister, did you miss me?" Si Minglan was not afraid of the senior sister from Xiyue Peak at all. She sat on a chair next to her, crossed her legs, and supported her chin with one hand, looking lazy.

Ye Xiyue looked at her calmly, "Minglan, Junior Sister Fang's injury has healed. You two can set off tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Senior Sister, you said last time that we were going to Wuxi Town and Yunling Town to track down the remnants of the Demon Sect."

Si Minglan waved her hand, stood up and walked out. After two steps, she suddenly stopped, licked her lips and asked:

"Big sister, if I catch it, can you let me enjoy it first?"