241: Chapter 240 Will he be drained dry again?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. These days, being handsome is really a blessing. He can have six Mahayana Stage female Cultivators raising him like a treasure. Isn't he afraid of being sucked dry?"

"Look at his floating steps (actually from being jolted around); one look and you can tell he's overindulged. He looks like he has a kidney deficiency!"

"He's truly a disgrace to us male Cultivators! Relying on women to rise up!"

These discussions weren't loud, but for the people present, who among them wasn't sharp-eared and keen-eyed?

These words entered the ears of Su Lin and his six disciples without missing a single syllable.

Su Lin's Face instantly darkened.

A Cauldron?

A pretty boy?

Still going to be sucked dry?

As a dignified Revered Master of a generation, he was actually being treated by others as a gigolo specialized in serving wealthy women?!

"Seeking death!"

Before Su Lin could even flare up, Su Hongling's explosive temper had already flared.

She abruptly turned her head, her red pupils spraying out physical-like fury, her hand already pressed against the hilt of her great sword.

"Where did these bastards come from! Such foul mouths! This old lady will pull out your tongues!"

However.

Just as she was about to rush out and start a massacre.

A hand lightly pressed down on her shoulder.

It was Luo Ximei.

"Wait."

Luo Ximei wasn't angry.

On the contrary.

On that seductive Face of hers, an extremely brilliant—one could even say extremely excited—smile actually bloomed.

In that platinum-colored heterochromatic eye, a light that made one's skin crawl flickered.

"Second Senior Sister, don't be in such a hurry to kill people."

She extended the tip of her tongue and licked her red lips, her voice cloyingly sweet.

"Didn't you hear what they said?"

"They said... Revered Master is our Cauldron?"

Su Hongling was stunned, her movements coming to a halt.

She blinked, savoring those words for a moment.

A Cauldron... specifically used for dual cultivation... who can only listen obediently and be at their beck and call... "Holy crap!"

Su Hongling's eyes instantly lit up.

That furious emotion vanished in an instant, replaced by a wild joy as if she had discovered a new continent.

She turned her head and stared fixedly at Su Lin, her drool almost leaking out.

"Cauldron?!"

"Old Man! They said you are my Cauldron?!!"

"In other words... I can use you however I want? Sleep with you however I want?!"

"Hehehe... I like this setting!!"

It wasn't just her.

The other disciples who were originally prepared to act also stopped now.

Their gazes... had all changed.

Chu Weiwei toyed with the poison needles in her hand, her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked at Su Lin with a dazed expression:

"A top-grade Cauldron... which is to say, the best medicinal dregs..."

"Revered Master... so in the eyes of outsiders, we have this kind of relationship?"

"Heehee... Weiwei is so happy. Weiwei wants to lock Revered Master inside the Pill Furnace and refine him properly ♡."

Han Yue straightened her sleeves. Although she still maintained her Empress-like posture, the slight upward curve of her lips betrayed her current mood.

"A Cauldron, huh..."

She murmured to herself, her gaze lingering around Su Lin's waist and abdomen.

"Although it sounds a bit unpleasant, but... if Revered Master can only depend on me, and can only survive by relying on my Dragon Qi for nourishment..."

"Then I... wouldn't mind raising such a country-toppling demonic consort."

Even the coldest Mu Qingxue's gaze toward Su Lin was now off.

"A Cauldron... is an instrument that must be locked in an ice cellar, only waiting for its Revered Master to use it?"

She nodded thoughtfully.

"This identity is very suitable for Revered Master."

Ye You was even more direct.

She pounced directly onto Su Lin's back, her tail wrapping around his waist as she blew air into his ear.

"Revered Master, Revered Master! Are they right?"

"You are Youer's Cauldron, right?"

"Then can Youer... perform dual cultivation on you in public now?"

Su Lin: "..."

He looked at this group of wicked Disciples whose heads had been clouded by the word "Cauldron" and whose eyes were glowing green, feeling a chill down his spine and his hair standing on end.

Is this group of people's focus... skewed to the ends of the earth?!

Being called a pretty boy, shouldn't you be angry?

How come every one of you looks happier than during the New Year?!

"Everyone... wake up!"

Su Lin gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out from between them.

"Those are insults! Insults!"

"A good insult indeed!"

Luo Ximei laughed until she trembled, even throwing a flirtatious wink at the few Cultivators who had just been gossiping.

"Although these ants have little knowledge, their eye for people... is quite accurate."

She turned around, lifting Su Lin's chin with one hand, her tone frivolous.

"Revered Master, just give in."

"Since everyone thinks so, if we don't make this reputation a reality... wouldn't we be letting everyone down?"

"Tonight..."

She leaned in close to Su Lin and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"This Disciple will teach you well... how to be a qualified Cauldron."

"Get lost!!!"

Su Lin slapped her hand away, trembling with rage.

He turned his head and looked fiercely at the group of Cultivators who were still whispering.

Since he couldn't control his Disciples, he would take his anger out on these loose-tongued fellows!

"Just now... who said I was a pretty boy?"

Su Lin's voice was very soft, but in this space, it seemed to carry an echo, clearly entering everyone's ears.

He slowly turned around; even his gaze was calm, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water.

But it was precisely this calmness that made all the Cultivators present feel a chill rush from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

Realizing that Su Lin was indeed a bit angry, Su Hongling was the first to step forward.

"Although you spoke the truth, speaking ill of my Revered Master still means death."

The great sword [no edge] in her hand suddenly swung in a full circle, bringing with it a shrill whistling sound, as red spiritual power coiled around the blade like a violent flame.

"For this old lady... shatter!"

A single sweep of the sword.

It wasn't aimed at a specific person, but directly covered the large area where the discussion had just come from.

"No! Madmen! This group of madmen!"

"Run quickly!"

The group of Cultivators who were originally watching the excitement were instantly scared out of their wits.

Although most of them were also experts at the Soul Transformation or Void Refining Stage, before the unreasonable brute force of a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator, they were as fragile as eggshells.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, protective spiritual lights shattered like paper, and Magic Treasures exploded into scrap metal.

Dozens of Cultivators didn't even have time to scream before being crushed directly into meat paste by this terrifying gravity, their blood instantly staining the seawater below red.

"That's it?"

Su Hongling hoisted the great sword onto her shoulder, curling her lips with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Too weak. Not even one could take a single strike from me."

"That is only natural."

Luo Ximei walked up lazily, the silk fan in her hand gently fluttering, as a black wind blew the bloody smell permeating the air toward the more distant crowd.

"A bunch of ants who only know how to talk big, are they even worthy of making Revered Master angry?"

Her heterochromatic eye swept over the remaining crowd, a cruel arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Who else thinks my Revered Master is a pretty boy?

Stand out.

This Venerable One guarantees that he will die with a very rhythmic feeling."

The entire field was dead silent.

The originally crowded outer perimeter of the Black Sea Market seemed to have been put on pause.

Thousands of Cultivators were all as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of being targeted by these few Female Demon Lords.

Where was this a pretty boy with a harem?

This was clearly a Demon God bringing a group of Ashuras to destroy the world!

"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough!"

Amidst this suffocating silence, a burst of aged coughing broke the deadlock.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

Old Ancestor Cang Ming was seen holding a dry tobacco pipe, walking over quickly, surrounded by a group of elders with unfathomable Auras.

On that wrinkled old Face of his, an awkward yet polite smile was piled up.

"A misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Old Ancestor Cang Ming walked up to Su Lin and, without a word, directly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Little Friend Su... calm your anger."

He glanced at the pool of blood on the ground that hadn't dried yet, his eye twitching for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"These Loose Cultivators are used to being loose-tongued on a daily basis. They deserved their deaths, deserved their deaths."

Su Lin looked at this Tribulation Transcendence Stage powerhouse who called the shots in the Black Sea Market, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly in a half-smile.

"Fellow Daoist Cang Ming, is this your way of treating guests?"

"This..."

Old Ancestor Cang Ming wiped his sweat and said with a bitter smile:

"Sect Master Su must be joking. This Old Man also didn't expect such a thing to happen."

He turned around and gave a look to the elders behind him who also radiated the terrifying Aura of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

Those elders, some wearing black robes with a ghostly Aura, some draped in beast skins with Demonic Qi soaring to the sky, were clearly the true big shots behind this Black Sea Market, or living fossils from other hidden Sects.

Ordinarily, which one of them wasn't haughty and arrogant?

But after witnessing the ferocity of those few female disciples just now and sensing the unfathomable Aura on Su Lin, these old foxes who had lived for thousands of years all chose to remain silent at this moment.

"This is that Su Lin?"

A freak wrapped in bandages all over his body sent a voice transmission to Old Ancestor Cang Ming. "He looks to be only at the Body Integration Stage, but this Aura... actually makes the corpse insects inside my body tremble."

"Don't provoke him."

Old Ancestor Cang Ming replied, "This kid is very eccentric, and those disciples of his are even more like madmen."

The several old monsters exchanged glances and finally all nodded slightly toward Su Lin, which counted as a greeting.

This was already giving him a lot of Face.

"Sect Master Su."

Old Ancestor Cang Ming looked back at Su Lin, his tone sincere.

"Those blind fellows have already been dealt with. Let's talk about the main business."

He pointed toward the sea area in the distance shrouded in mist.

"By the time, the entrance to the [Ethereal Immortal Mansion] is about to open."

Hearing this, Su Lin put away his stance of demanding accountability.

He straightened his sleeves and said indifferently, "Since Fellow Daoist has put it that way, then this debt will be recorded for now."

"In that case, please."

Su Lin's voice was flat. He withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly to Old Ancestor Cang Ming, then turned to look at the mist-shrouded sea in the distance.

There, the sea and sky were one, all a dead silent grayish-white.

On the originally calm sea surface, a thick layer of mist had risen at some point.

This mist was unusual; it wasn't condensed water vapor, but a 'Spiritual Miasma' formed by an extremely high concentration of Spiritual Qi due to chaotic rules.

If an ordinary Cultivator inhaled a mouthful, their Meridians would probably be burst by this mixed Spiritual Qi.

"Let's go."

Su Lin's toes tapped lightly, his figure floating up like a piece of down, sweeping toward the depths of that mist.

Behind him, the six disciples followed closely.

Seeing this, the thousands of Cultivators behind were like schools of fish crossing a river, one after another sacrificial Magic Treasures, turning into streaks of light and following.

Old Ancestor Cang Ming and those few old monsters who were also at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage looked at each other, all seeing the solemnity and greed in each other's eyes.

"Let's head over too."

The freak wrapped in bandages said hoarsely, "Although we can't enter, the aftershocks of this Immortal Mansion's opening are enough for us to comprehend the Laws of Heaven and Earth."

"Hmph, that kid better not die inside."

The figures of several old monsters blurred for a while, disappearing directly into thin air, and when they reappeared, they were already a hundred miles away... deep within the mist.

The deeper they went, the stronger that sense of oppression became.

The originally surging waves completely subsided here, the sea surface like a giant black mirror, reflecting the gloomy sky, unable to distinguish where was water and where was sky.

"We've arrived."

Su Lin stopped his figure, suspended above the sea surface.

Directly in front of him, a magnificent giant gate that took one's breath away was quietly standing on the sea surface.

This gate was too large.

It was ten thousand zhang high, piercing straight into the clouds, as if connecting heaven and earth. The gate pillars were not stone, nor were they metal, but a kind of translucent crystal, with brilliant colors like a galaxy flowing inside.

On the two tightly closed doors, countless complex patterns were carved.

Those patterns were not dead things, but were constantly moving and changing, as if enacting the rise and fall of a world.

This was the entrance to the [Ethereal Immortal Mansion], the gate of all wonders.

"This is the Immortal Mansion's gate?"

Su Hongling tilted her head back, her neck aching, and she still couldn't see the top of the gate.

"This is way too big! If these door panels were taken down... how many swords could they make!"

"Vulgar."

Mu Qingxue glanced at her coldly, but her eyes also couldn't hide the shock.

"This is the manifestation of rules, not a mundane object. If you dared to strike it with a sword, you would probably be crushed directly into meat paste by the counter-shock force."

"Tch, I didn't say I'd really strike it," Su Hongling muttered.

At this time, the large force behind also arrived.

Thousands of Cultivators were suspended in the air, densely packed like locusts. When they saw this magnificent giant gate, they all gasped, and exclamations rose one after another.

"Heavens! This is the legendary Immortal Mansion?!"

"Just this gate alone contains endless Dao charm! If I could comprehend it here for a hundred years, I would surely be able to break through!"

"Quick! Go in quickly! The Opportunity is right before our eyes!"

Greed instantly overwhelmed reason.

Several impatient Body Integration Stage Cultivators, relying on their decent cultivation, didn't wait for others to react at all and directly turned into several streaks of light, scrambling to rush toward that giant gate.

"Open! Open for me!"

A red-faced brawny man in the lead roared, wielding a mountain-splitting giant axe in his hand, fiercely hacking at the gap in the gate.