180: They came to my door

Chen Xuan was not in the habit of sitting still and waiting for death after being threatened.

Counting Shu Shichan, whom he had just taken as a Disciple, he had a total of five instant kill cards and five Spirit Transformation Experience Cards in his hand.

If there was only one opponent, he would just kill them directly.

If there were many of them and their Realms were all above the Deity Transformation Realm, Chen Xuan also had a way out.

He would use a teleportation talisman to return directly to Jasper City, then grab Mu Wanqing and the others to make a run for it together.

He would find a place to go into seclusion for a few years; after all, fortunes change with time.

Among the common mortals down the mountain, they believed that a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

Among the Cultivators on the mountain, it was not surprising to endure humiliation for a hundred years... Inside a cave hidden in a deep valley, dim firelight reflected off a stone table and a chessboard.

A woman with an extremely beautiful face and a curvaceous figure was sitting upright, playing a game of go.

Opposite her was a man with a sturdy build like a tiger and a bear, his body radiating an unmistakable Evil Qi, yet a plate of crimson food sat by his hand; the sight was exceptionally jarring, making him look like a brute forcing himself to appear refined.

"Night Butterfly, what's wrong?" Seeing the woman dazed while holding a chess piece, the man spoke up to ask.

Night Butterfly pinched a black piece with her fingertips, paused for half a second, and then placed it onto the chessboard.

"It's nothing, just a chess piece that was crushed by someone." She raised her eyes to glance at the man. "By the way, how is the layout on the Rain God Continent side?"

Hearing this, the man, Hu Chi, casually grabbed three severed fingers from the plate and threw them into his mouth; the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible as he chewed:

"There really was a bit of trouble. I made this trip to the Flame Continent specifically to clean up the mess."

"Oh? What kind of trouble?" Night Butterfly paused. "Then why haven't you gone to take care of it yet? You still have the leisure to come here and play chess with me."

"An important item fell into the hands of a Haotian Sect Elder, and that fellow happened to flee to another world."

Hu Chi clicked his tongue, his tone impatient,

"I can only hang around here and wait for him to return; I can't just sit idly."

Night Butterfly's fingertips dropped lightly, and the piece settled the game; the black and white positions on the board were already clear, and the winner had been decided.

"I see."

She responded indifferently, "Then when do you plan to take action?"

Hu Chi glanced at the chessboard where he had lost completely, picked up the plate, poured the remaining severed fingers into his mouth, swallowed, and wiped his mouth. "I'll go take a look now."

After saying that, he stood up and walked toward the cave entrance, then looked back and said, "When I get back, we'll play another round. Next time, you give me a four-piece handicap, and you'll see how I beat you."

Night Butterfly gave a light chuckle and waved her jade-like hand, causing the pieces on the board to turn into flying ash and dissipate.

Alone, she studied the empty board; with every white piece she placed, she softly murmured the name of a Sect, the first being the Qinglan Sect.

A moment later, footsteps were heard outside the cave. Without raising her head, Night Butterfly chuckled, her voice soft:

"Why are you back again? Could it be that you haven't lost enough and want to ask for another round before going to work?"

Chen Xuan stood at the cave entrance with his hands behind his back, his gaze scanning the scene inside the cave before finally landing on the curvaceous woman.

"Oh? Weren't you going to make me 'suffer more than I can handle'? Why have you switched to playing chess instead?"

Night Butterfly suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes staring intently at the Man in White Robes at the cave entrance,

Then she let out a sneer, her seductive charm fully on display.

"So it's you!"

"I haven't gone to settle the score with you, yet you've come to my doorstep yourself. Have you really become addicted to slaying demons, or do you just think your life is too long?"

Chen Xuan looked at the panel floating before him and smiled as well.

Fortunately, only one Spirit Transformation Experience Card was needed to settle this matter.

[Name: Night Butterfly]

[cultivation base: Eighth Level of Soul Transformation]

[Race: Fox Demon]

[Physique: None]

[Aptitude: Seven-Tailed Potential]

This was the first time Chen Xuan had seen a panel for someone other than the Human Race since he began his cultivation.

"I didn't expect the mastermind behind the Qinglan Sect to be such a wanton fox like you."

"This actually puts me quite at ease."

Night Butterfly narrowed her beautiful eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across her exquisite face.

"I really did underestimate you. Tell me, how did you see through to my true form?"

Chen Xuan did not answer but changed the subject: "Are there more Sects like the Qinglan Sect that are being controlled by you?"

"You don't seem to have figured out your situation yet!"

As she spoke, a pale pink Demonic Mist rose around her, and within the mist, countless illusory fox faces vaguely appeared, each wearing a soul-hooking smile.

When Night Butterfly first saw Chen Xuan, a trace of wariness had flashed through her heart.

That he had been able to track her location using just that sliver of a spiritual body was truly unexpected to her.

And then, this person actually dared to come to her doorstep alone.

For a moment, Night Butterfly thought she was going to meet her end here.

But during their brief chat just now, she had breathed a sigh of relief.

According to her Divine Sense perception, there was not another person within a hundred-mile radius besides the Man in White Robes before her.

In other words, this person truly barged into Hell when there was no door, a fool seeking his own death.

Chen Xuan felt the scene before him suddenly change: the dim cave from before vanished, replaced by a warm pavilion with carved beams and painted rafters, where red candles burned brightly and brocade quilts were laid out.

Those illusory fox faces also transformed into several women dressed in gauze clothing as thin as cicada wings, walking toward Chen Xuan with graceful steps.

With every step they took, a piece of clothing fell from their bodies.

This scene gave Chen Xuan the feeling of being at a club with young models.

No, it was probably even more than that.

A woman leaned against Chen Xuan's shoulder, her breath like orchids and her voice so soft it seemed it could turn into water:

"Little master, look at how soft this couch is. Didn't you seek me out just to ask about the Qinglan Sect? As long as you comply with me, I will tell you everything..."

Meanwhile, Night Butterfly was standing deep within the Demonic Mist, a slight smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

What she excelled at was never brute force, but these soul-hooking and spirit-capturing Illusions.

This pale pink mist was the Fox Race's Soul-Capturing Incense; as long as an ordinary Cultivator touched it, their Divine Sense would be scrambled into a mess, leaving them at her mercy.

In the draped warm pavilion, the red candles crackled as they burned; Night Butterfly, wrapped in semi-transparent gauze, reached out a hand and slowly probed toward Chen Xuan's heart.

"Little master, let me undress you. I will teach you..."

A hint of triumph flashed in Night Butterfly's eyes, and the hand reaching for his heart suddenly changed its move! The Demonic Power in her palm surged, transforming into a pitch-black palm wind that blasted directly toward Chen Xuan's heart vessels.

But in the next instant, her wrist was firmly gripped.

The Man in White Robes raised his hand with a motion as light as a whisk; when his fingertips touched her skin, a burst of Spiritual Qi suddenly exploded.

The warm pavilion Illusion shattered like glass, revealing the cold stone walls of the cave. Night Butterfly felt her Demonic Power flow backward, and her wrist bone felt as if it were locked in iron pincers, the pain making her whole body go numb.

"Teach me what?" Chen Xuan asked indifferently.

"How is this possible?!"

Night Butterfly's expression changed drastically, an illusory fox tail shaking violently behind her. "My Soul-Capturing Incense and Illusion, how could you..."

"Is this all the ability you have?"

Chen Xuan clapped his hands, his tone indifferent, with no intention of pursuing the attack.

Since it was rare to encounter the Yao Race, Chen Xuan intended to play around a bit more, taking the opportunity to understand the methods of the Yao Race.

In any case, the Spirit Transformation Experience Card lasted for an hour. Leaving ten minutes to end the battle was more than enough.

Night Butterfly was both shocked and furious, Demonic Power surging within her body; the fox tail behind her swayed slowly, its tip condensing with black-red Demonic Fire:

"You certainly have some skill. Since you don't want to die obediently in that Illusion as a romantic ghost, then I will send you to another kind of death."