223: After all, there are more of us than him.

"What about me?!"

A wild and dissatisfied scream suddenly came from Su Lin's shoulder.

Then, a black shadow suddenly leaped out, landing in the middle of the deck, and with a bang, it exploded into a cloud of dark green demon mist.

As the mist dissipated, Ye You's figure appeared.

She was barefoot, her long hair disheveled and wild, as she stared intently at the group of scene-stealing Senior and Junior Sisters around her.

"You guys are too much!"

Ye You pointed at them.

"Bodyguard, maid, housekeeper... all the good positions have been snatched up by you! Does that mean I'm just extra? I can only be a decorative pendant?"

"Fourth Sister, you can be a mascot,"

Su Hongling chuckled and reached out to pat Ye You's head. "For example, turn into a little kitten and lie on the Old Ancestor's shoulder to act cute. It's so much easier."

After arguing for a while, they went to change their clothes.

At this time, Cold Moon had changed into a deep purple palace dress.

Although the style was much more restrained and no longer as ostentatious as a dragon robe, the habit of giving orders that emanated from her very bones could not be hidden no matter what.

She was currently holding a jade plate she had gotten from somewhere, with several delicate snacks on it. Standing beside Su Lin, although she was supposedly the housekeeper, the way she looked around made it seem like she was inspecting her own territory.

"Revered Master... no, Old Ancestor."

Cold Moon bowed slightly, changing her address very quickly, though her tone carried a hint of playfulness.

"While your outfit is domineering, if you don't have a few sensible people serving you, wouldn't it look shabby?"

Since you are the Old Ancestor of a hidden Demonic Sect, your display of power should naturally be even greater than those Righteous Path hypocrites."

She extended her slender jade fingers, picked up a piece of Osmanthus Cake, and held it to Su Lin's lips.

"Come, open your mouth."

Su Lin's eye twitched. Looking at the pastry and then at Cold Moon's "if you don't eat it, I'll keep holding it" stance, he helplessly opened his mouth.

"Mmh..."

The pastry melted in his mouth, but before Su Lin could savor it, he felt a wave of icy chill coming from behind him.

"Sister Housekeeper, you have overstepped."

Mu Qingxue appeared behind the two of them at some unknown point.

She had also changed her attire. No longer in her spotless white robes, she wore a snow-like silver sword-suit, her long hair tied up high, looking capable and cold.

In her hands, she held a longsword with an ancient scabbard—it was Su Lin's [scar of heaven] sword.

"I am the Old Ancestor's sword-bearing maid."

Mu Qingxue looked coldly at Cold Moon and held the sword horizontally in front of her, just in time to block Cold Moon's hand as she tried to continue feeding him.

"Where the sword is, I am; even if the person leaves, the sword remains. Within three feet of the Old Ancestor is my position."

"Sword-bearing maid?"

Cold Moon raised an eyebrow, looking with a half-smile at this Seventh Junior Sister who usually spoke the least but was the most ruthless when she acted.

"Seventh Junior Sister, you're not just bearing the sword; you're clearly using the 'Emperor' to command the lords, aren't you? Refusing to let go of Revered Master's sword, are you trying to declare your sovereignty with it?"

"What if I am?"

Mu Qingxue answered righteously and even leaned closer to Su Lin. A wave of cold Qi instantly cooled the hot air around him.

"The sword is Revered Master's lifeblood. By protecting the sword, I am protecting Revered Master's life. This is much more important than you feeding him two pieces of pastry."

"Oh my, it's quite lively here."

A charming laugh came from the other side of the deck.

Luo Ximei was wearing that black, tight-fitting leather armor, which outlined her hot figure to the fullest.

A Demonic Dragon Whip was wrapped around her waist, but she held a peacock feather fan she had snatched from somewhere. She fanned herself as she walked over with a cat-like stride.

"The Head Housekeeper is feeding him, and the Sword-Bearer is guarding him. Then what should I, the personal head maid, be doing?"

She walked up to Su Lin and naturally squatted down, placing both hands gently on Su Lin's legs and beginning to... massage them.

"The Old Ancestor must be tired after the long journey."

Luo Ximei looked up, her heterochromatic eyes shimmering with seductive charm.

"This servant has learned a new massage technique called the [Heavenly Demon Bone-Softening Hand], specifically for treating various... excessive internal fires."

Her fingers moved nimbly over Su Lin's thigh muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

*Cough, cough!*

Su Lin almost failed to maintain his cold and aloof 'Old Ancestor' persona as he pressed down on Luo Ximei's hand, which was moving further and further up.

"This... this is on the flying boat's deck! In broad daylight, what kind of decorum is this!"

"What's there to fear?"

Luo Ximei didn't stop; instead, she even more boldly pressed her face against Su Lin's knee like a lazy black cat.

"We are a Demonic Sect! Why should a Demonic Sect care about the eyes of others? If you like it, Old Ancestor, even if it's here above the clouds, this servant... it's not impossible."

"It is impossible!!"

Two voices exploded simultaneously.

One was the 'bodyguard' Su Hongling, who was wiping her great sword nearby, and the other was the 'personal maid' Chu Weiwei, who was mixing poison.

Su Hongling threw her great sword onto the floor with a boom, making the entire flying boat shake.

"Fifth Sister! Have you no shame?!"

Su Hongling was in a red martial arts uniform, her sleeves rolled up to reveal her sturdy forearms as she ran over furiously.

"We agreed I'm the bodyguard and you're the maid! A maid should be on the side serving tea and pouring water. How can there be any logic in climbing onto the Revered Master's legs?!"

She yanked Luo Ximei up from Su Lin's legs and then sat down on the floor next to Su Lin herself, hugging one of his thighs and refusing to let go.

"Old Man... no, Old Ancestor! I want to give a massage too! I have more strength; I'll definitely massage better than her!"

As she spoke, those hands of hers—capable of crushing the bones of a Mahayana Stage Yao Beast—were about to go to work on Su Lin's leg.

Su Lin's face turned green.

If she gave him a massage, he was afraid his leg would be fractured on the spot!

"Wait, wait, wait! Hong Ling, stop!"

Su Lin quickly pulled his leg back, breaking into a cold sweat.

"You are a bodyguard! A bodyguard's duty is to be on alert, not to dismantle my bones!"

"Alert for what? There isn't even a bird within five hundred miles."

Su Hongling muttered dissatisfiedly, but she still withdrew her hands, though she continued to occupy the space next to Su Lin, glaring at Luo Ximei like a vicious dog protecting its food.

"Then... then how about I test poison for the Old Ancestor?"

Chu Weiwei came over with a smile, holding a bowl of green, bubbling liquid medicine.

The green gauze dress she had changed into was as thin as a cicada's wing, with her snowy skin faintly visible as she walked. The poison bottles hanging at her waist jingled like a death-bringing melody.

"Old Ancestor, this is the [Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic Soup] this servant specially prepared for you."

She stirred the unidentified liquid with a silver spoon, emitting a dizzying 'fragrance.'

"It contains Ten-Thousand-Year Stalactite Milk, Nine Nether Nether-Snake Gall, and... a little bit of the Hehuan Sect's secret spice."

She winked at Su Lin, her eyes full of suggestion.

"Drink it, and I guarantee you'll be a hundred times more energetic. Even when facing these four... well, four vixens, you'll be more than capable, and your golden spear will never fall."

Looking at the bowl of soup, Su Lin felt his stomach twitching.

"Weiwei..."

He said earnestly.

"We are going to the Black Sea Market, not a brothel.

This medicine of yours... better save it for the enemy to drink."

"What? Is the Old Ancestor afraid this servant is poisoning him?"

Chu Weiwei made a heartbroken expression, tears coming on command.

"This servant's loyalty to the Old Ancestor is absolute! This servant wouldn't even bear to drink this medicine herself..."

As she spoke, she actually raised the bowl and was about to pour it into her own mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't!"

Su Lin was startled. If she drank it, who knew what kind of madness she would get up to.

He quickly reached out to snatch the bowl of medicine and splashed it out of the boat.

*Sizzle.*

The green liquid landed on the clouds below, and the clouds instantly turned into green mist.

Su Lin: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"This is your Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic Soup?!"

Su Hongling pointed at the big hole, her eyes nearly bulging out.

"Third Sister, are you trying to murder your dear husband... ah no, murder Revered Master?!"

"Oh my, a mistake, a mistake."

Chu Weiwei stuck out her tongue, looking innocent.

"Maybe my hand slipped just now and I added an extra drop of [Bone-Dissolving Water]... but it's okay. With Revered Master's Physique, at most he'd have diarrhea for a few days; it won't kill anyone."

"You call this 'won't kill anyone'?!"

...After the farce, the flying boat finally entered a stable flight state.

The [hidden dragon] shuttled through the thick clouds, its concealment Formation activated. It was like a ghost ship, silently speeding toward the north.

Night fell.

The wind on the deck became somewhat biting.

Su Lin did not return to his cabin to rest. Instead, he stood alone at the bow, hands behind his back, gazing at the pitch-black night sky ahead.

There, in the direction of the Black Sea.

And where the Myriad Corpse True Person was.

"What are you thinking about?"

A warm coat was gently draped over his shoulders.

Su Lin didn't look back, only smiled slightly.

"Thinking about... how this play should continue."

Cold Moon walked to his side and stood with him.

At this moment, she lacked the daytime noisiness and the majesty of an Empress. She was like an ordinary woman, quietly accompanying the person in her heart.

"Is Revered Master worried about the Myriad Corpse True Person?"

"An evil cultivator who only dares to hide in dark corners and play with corpses—what is there to worry about?"

Su Lin shook his head, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"What I'm worried about is... what's behind him."

He reached into his robe and pulled out the sealed Immortal's severed hand.

Even through the Seal, that heart-palpitating Law fluctuation was still faintly visible.

"Who exactly... is the owner of this hand?"

"The Upper Realm collapsed, True Immortals fell—what secret is hidden behind all of this?"

Su Lin's voice was low.

"I have a premonition that we are being drawn into a... vortex even larger than the scar of heaven."

Cold Moon looked at the resolute lines of his profile in the moonlight, a surge of unspeakable tenderness in her heart.

She reached out and gently grasped Su Lin's palm.

"No matter what kind of vortex it is."

"As long as Revered Master is here, even if it's Hell, I will go with you."

"And us!"

Several voices spoke in unison from behind.

Su Lin looked back.

Su Hongling, Luo Ximei, Chu Weiwei, Mu Qingxue, and Ye You were all standing nearby.

They no longer had their daytime playful smiles; each one looked serious.

"Old Man, don't even think about shaking us off."

Su Hongling shouldered her great sword and grinned.

"We're all in the same boat. Whether it's fighting or getting into trouble, we have to do it together!"

"That's right."

Luo Ximei flicked her whip.

"No one can touch this Venerable's person. Even if the Heavenly King himself comes, he'll have to ask the whip in my hand first."

"Revered Master..."

Chu Weiwei pinched a poison needle, smiling with a sinister face.

"If there are bad people, Weiwei will poison them all and then make them into specimens for Revered Master to play with."

"Old Ancestor, does this servant need to help you undress? It's time to retire."

"Retire?"

As soon as this word came out, the others who were busy with their own things instantly stopped their movements.

Five pairs of eyes snapped toward Su Lin, burning with the raging fire of the right to attend to his bed.

Although this flying boat was large, according to the rational layout, there was only one Revered Master bedroom.

Under the fine name of: protecting the Old Ancestor's safety at close range.

"Tonight..."

Su Lin looked at this group of disciples who were like hungry wolves and felt a chill down his spine.

He put down his teacup and cleared his throat, attempting to suppress the situation with the majesty of the 'Star Evil Ancestor.'

"This seat is going to Cultivate a Demonic Technique tonight and needs peace and quiet."

"All of you, stand guard outside."

"Huh?"

A chorus of disappointed sighs.

"What kind of Demonic Technique are you cultivating?"

Luo Ximei wouldn't give up, her whole body practically pressing against him.

"Dual Cultivation is also cultivation, and the progress is even faster. Old Ancestor, this servant has a top-grade Cauldron Physique..."

"No."

Su Lin refused decisively.

"This seat is practicing... the Virgin Technique."

*Pfft!*

Cold Moon, who was drinking water, spat it out. Even her composure as an Empress couldn't hold up.

"Vir... Virgin Technique?"

She looked at Su Lin with a strange expression, as if saying: Revered Master, who would believe those words? ..."Anyway, all of you, get out!"

Su Lin waved his sleeve, and a gentle but irresistible Star Power pushed out, pushing all these ill-intentioned disciples out the door.

*Bang!*

The door slammed shut, and the Restriction was activated.

The world was finally at peace.

Su Lin breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed.

It was only because he was currently at the Body Integration Stage; if it were a Golden Core Stage instead, he'd probably have been sucked dry by these vixens long ago... Outside the door.

Five heads were huddled together.

"Virgin Technique? The Old Man is lying to ghosts!"

Su Hongling pressed her ear to the door, her face full of disbelief.

"I've never heard him talk about practicing that stuff before?"

"Shh—be quiet."

Luo Ximei narrowed her eyes, playing with a strand of hair in her hand.

"The way I see it, Revered Master is just shy."

"After all, there are many of us, and he is only one person... *cough, cough*."

"Then what do we do?"

Chu Weiwei bit her finger, looking troubled.

"My body temperature is just right; I could even help Revered Master ward off mosquitoes..."

"That's releasing poison!"

Mu Qingxue interrupted coldly, leaning against the wall with her sword in her arms.

"Since Revered Master said he wants to Cultivate, then let him Cultivate."

"We will just stay here and guard him."

"Guard?"

Ye You squatted on the floor, scratching the door panel with her nails.

"But... it smells so good inside."

"Revered Master's scent... I can smell it even through the door."

She swallowed hard, her vertical pupils full of longing.

"How about we sneak in?"

"How? That's a spatial Restriction." Cold Moon shook her head. "Unless you want to blow up this flying boat."