"Sister… what are you doing?"
Chen Feng was stunned.
"Doing you."
The female soul master sensually licked the corner of her lips. Her figure moved with graceful softness, like a breeze that one couldn't grasp. In a flash, she slipped into the room.
"There are too many eyes outside. Can't we talk in here instead?"
She pouted playfully, voice full of flirtatious teasing.
She was Bi Yuntao's lover, though a few years younger, not yet thirty-five. Thanks to her soul master constitution, she looked far younger than her age, with a mature elegance rather than signs of aging.
Chen Feng looked bewildered.
"Sister, you're a married woman. Can't you show a bit of restraint? Please, don't do something you'll regret."
The woman's expression suddenly changed. She looked down, eyes brimming with unshed tears, like she had recalled something painful.
"Little Chen… you don't understand. I… I have my reasons."
She bit her lip and whispered bitterly:
"The truth is… Yuntao… he's… not exactly capable… in that area…"
Chen Feng sighed helplessly.
"Sister, if you're going to make excuses, could you at least make up a believable one? Soul masters' bodies are strengthened by soul power. Issues like that? Highly unlikely."
"Ugh, who knows?" she sighed dramatically. "Maybe it's not his problem—maybe I expect too much… Either way, just let me keep you company tonight. You're still young, probably haven't experienced a woman before, right? Let me tell you—"
"Stop right there!" Chen Feng groaned, rubbing his temples.
Was this woman always this forward?
If Bi Yuntao walked in right now, how the hell would he explain this?
…Or worse—what if this was Bi Yuntao's idea?
No. No way. That's gotta be me overthinking… right? This world isn't that chaotic... right?
Chen Feng took a half-step back and subtly left the door ajar, just in case.
If something did happen, at least he wouldn't be caught with a closed room—less scandal to explain.
Then he cut straight to the point:
"Let's be honest, sister. You're here because you want something from me, aren't you?"
In this world, there were too many women like her.
In his past life, Chen Feng had been admired by countless others—he had seen through these tactics many times over.
"Hehe, caught me."
Seeing that Chen Feng wasn't going to take the bait, the woman dropped the act. The seductive glimmer in her eyes faded, replaced by a colder, more restrained expression.
After all, what woman truly wanted to degrade herself this way?
"Chen Feng… I beg you. Take me with you to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If I'm not mistaken, your martial spirit… It's the Seven Kill Sword, isn't it?"
Her tone was pleading, her expression resolute, as though she had uncovered a well-kept secret.
Chen Feng simply shrugged.
"I'm afraid I can't help you. If I told you I have no affiliation with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—at least not yet—would that disappoint you?"
She shook her head.
"Impossible. You wield the Seven Kill Sword. I've seen it in the martial spirit compendium—only the guardian of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possesses that spirit. You can't fool me."
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—the second strongest sect in the world.
With the Clear Sky Sect now in seclusion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had effectively become number one.
To join—even as an outer disciple—was a dream shared by every soul master in the Heaven Dou Empire.
Being a soul beast hunter might look free and independent, but in truth, it was the life of a wandering weed, drifting through the forests, living and dying by the blade.
One wrong move in the Star Dou Forest, and it could all end in an instant.
She had never had a choice before.
But now, a genius soul master with the Seven Kill Sword had appeared before her.
This was her chance to change her fate.
Even if it meant selling her body.
But Chen Feng coldly crushed her hopes:
"Think about it. If I were connected to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect…
Would I still be in this dump, working jobs as a soul beast hunter like you?"
Her heart sank.
Right. If he were truly from that lineage, how could he be stuck in a place like this?
But then—how could he possibly have the Seven Kill Sword?
She clenched her teeth, still unwilling to give up.
With one last desperate gesture, she slowly knelt before him.
Thud.
Her forehead touched the ground.
When she looked up again, her eyes were red with emotion.
"Maybe… maybe you don't want to acknowledge your connection to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Maybe there's a rift between you and your family.
But I know—with your talent, even if you never go there, you'll still become a dragon among men.
If that day ever comes… I beg you, please remember me.
Reach out and pull me up—just once.
Pity this wretched soul."
She kowtowed again.
Chen Feng sighed.
"Fine. If the chance comes, I'll do what I can."
"Thank you."
She stood, gently wiping away two tears as she walked past him.
The hallway was narrow. As she brushed by, her ample chest lightly grazed Chen Feng's arm.
His body stiffened instantly.
"Pfft—"
She giggled.
Chen Feng's face flushed. It wasn't that he harbored improper thoughts—his body was just… young.
Too sensitive.
"You say no with your mouth… but your body says yes," she whispered.
"Sure, you don't want a taste? I promise I won't bite."
"Get out!"
Chen Feng growled.
She laughed playfully and slipped away.
Chen Feng closed the door behind her and let out a long breath.
Everyone in this world is struggling.
I seek godhood.
She seeks a better life.
There's no right or wrong—just different paths.
Taking a few deep breaths, he cleared his mind and focused on resting.
The night passed quietly.
At dawn, everyone gathered at the inn's entrance as scheduled.
The employer yawned as he arrived last, and with that, the team began their journey to the Star Dou Great Forest.
On the road, the employer always stuck close to Chen Feng.
At one point, he leaned in and said with a grin:
"Actually… we could help you get your third soul ring first.
Once you become a Soul Elder, helping me with my fourth ring will be much easier—and safer, too."
Chen Feng looked at him in surprise.
"Aren't you afraid I'll just disappear once I get what I need?"
"Haha! Anyone else, sure—I'd worry.
But you? Nah.
If you do vanish, so be it. Let's just consider this a good bond between us."
"Mm. We'll see."
Chen Feng gave a noncommittal reply.
He knew very well—everything this man said was because of the Seven Kill Sword.
Just like the woman from the night before.
At that thought, Chen Feng couldn't help but glance at the female soul master, walking calmly beside Bi Yuntao.
Her face was composed, like nothing had happened the night before.
A natural-born actress.
Poor Bi Yuntao… nearly got a surprise "hat."
An hour later, the group formally entered the Star Dou Great Forest.
There were six of them in total, arranged in three pairs, keeping a moderate formation to allow quick support if needed.
Like an invisible net, the team spread out and slowly advanced deeper into the forest.