There really is a Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect!

Chapter 81 There really is a Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect!

The four were led to a private room on the third floor called Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Before long, servants brought out fruit and fine wine, and three beautiful girls came in and sat down next to Xue Jianren and his two companions to drink with them.

"Please wait a moment, young master. I will come to see you after I have washed and dressed myself." The madam said with a smile and then gracefully withdrew.

Before long, the door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman with an artistic flair walked in gracefully.

Her gaze swept over the group, and when it landed on Wu Cheng's face, it immediately lit up. She then bowed slightly and said, "I am late, please forgive me, young master."

Hmm? This is Su Huansha?

Wu Cheng was a little disappointed.

Although she is very pretty, she looks delicate and frail, and has a slender figure.

To be honest, it doesn't quite fit Wu Cheng's aesthetic.

He likes women who are sharp and have special attributes, and they must have big breasts, a small waist, a perky butt, and not stick-thin legs!

Ideally, you should have defined abs and a six-pack!

This kind of slightly protruding, egg-shaped, artsy young woman is not in his good zone.

A bit disappointed.

Wu Cheng scrutinized Su Huansha, his disappointment growing even stronger.

Although he seemed somewhat confident, his eyes lacked brilliance, and his breathing was quite noticeable, clearly indicating that he did not possess profound internal energy cultivation.

What? So it's not from the Demonic Sect after all.

Wu Cheng was about to give a perfunctory reply when he saw Su Huansha suddenly stop, roll her eyes, and then collapse softly.

But another woman appeared behind her.

The woman wore a dark-colored, wide-sleeved long gown made of fine brocade. When the candlelight shone on it, extremely fine dark patterns flowed beneath the satin surface.

The lingering sense of brokenness in her pale eyes and brows drew Wu Cheng's gaze.

When she looked up, her eyes were shrouded in a thin mist in the candlelight, a mist that wouldn't dissipate no matter how hard she tried.

Shen Yeshu!

Wu Cheng's spirits lifted. "What are you doing here?"

I knew it! There must be some evil sect in this brothel!

Ok?

wrong!

Wu Cheng sat bolt upright. "You were following me?"

The girl who was with Xue Jianren and the other two had already turned pale, but she was trembling and dared not make a sound.

Xue Jianren asked curiously, "Junior brother, who is this?"

He turned to look at Sun Kewang, and saw that he also had a blank look in his eyes, before turning to Shen Tulie.

He then discovered that Shen Tu Lie was trembling all over, and his eyes were looking around in a panic, as if checking if anyone else was there.

Wu Cheng slowly exhaled and said softly, "Young Master of the Extinction of Emotions Path, Shen Yeshu."

Xue Jianren's face turned deathly pale. "Remnants of the Demonic Sect?!"

Shen Yeshu didn't look at anyone else; she looked at Wu Cheng, and the corners of her pale lips curved slightly.

In that instant, her eyes seemed to brighten slightly, like withered lotus leaves in late autumn being forced to have their surface dust washed away in the rain, revealing for a moment the still vibrant underlying color, before being enveloped again by the rain and mist.

"My husband, it's been so long."

"My husband?!"

Xue Jianren let out a low cry and immediately shrank back.

However, his eyes were subtly scanning Wu Cheng and Shen Yeshu.

Should we tell Junior Sister Bai and Junior Sister Qingque about this?

Ugh! I'm so conflicted!

Wu Cheng frowned slightly and repeated his question, "When did you start tracking me?"

Shen Yeshu looked at him.

Her excessively pale face, bathed in the crimson candlelight, possessed an almost morbid beauty, like a white plum blossom blooming in the depths of winter, knowing full well that it shouldn't be blooming at this time of year, yet unwilling to be lonely, it still burst into bloom.

"When my husband killed Yuan Hao in Luoyang, I was watching from a nearby city tower. His swordsmanship had improved considerably since Shen Family Manor; that sword pierced through the heart cleanly and decisively, without a trace of unnecessary force. Even my master would have praised it as a fine sword."

Wu Cheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "You know about those children?"

"I didn't know before, but I do now." A faint smile appeared on Shen Yeshu's lips, as light as the moon's reflection on water that could shatter at the slightest touch.

"...Old Master Shentu, what a shrewd plan!" Wu Cheng turned around and glanced at Shentu Lie.

Shen Tu Lie, however, continued to nervously look around.

Wu Cheng immediately understood everything. "You said there was intelligence in this Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, but you were actually just trying to lure me here. I never imagined that your Burial Path would actually side with the Extinction Path!"

Shen Tu Lie glared and retorted, "How can you blame me? My Burial Path has no Innate Grandmasters left, just a handful of cats and kittens! What else can we do but join the Extinction of Emotion Path?"

Wu Cheng chuckled and looked at Shen Yeshu, "So, what business does the young sect leader have with me?"

Shen Yeshu looked melancholy. "Husband... if that's the case, then I have nothing more to say."

Wu Cheng was silent for a moment before speaking, "My wife."

"My husband."

Shen Yeshu's eyes lit up with joy, her surprise at that moment resembling that of a widow who had been widowed for twenty years and then saw her long-deceased husband return.

"My lord, let us leave Lin'an together."

Wu Cheng frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Lin'an is not safe. I'm afraid something big will happen soon." Shen Yeshu frowned slightly.

There was no such thing as the Hidden Dragon Ranking in my previous life, and naturally, Lin'an had never gathered so many young disciples from martial arts sects and aristocratic families.

Wu Cheng shook his head and stood up. "No need to say more. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"Sigh..." Shen Yeshu sighed, "If my husband wants to leave, I dare not stop him, but there are two things I need to tell him."

Wu Cheng stopped in his tracks. "What is it?"

"Firstly, Bai Suyi is not trustworthy; she is not as carefree as she appears on the surface."

The sword fairy who will perish with her in the future is a ruthless person. The number of martial arts families and court officials who have died under Bai Suyi's sword is no less than that of Shen Yeshu.

"Oh? Anything else?" Wu Cheng remained noncommittal.

Firstly, he already knew that his senior sister's nonchalance was an act. Secondly, the love-hate relationship between the martial arts holy land and the demonic sect's enchantress was too classic, so it was normal for Shen Yeshu to speak ill of his senior sister.

Besides... that's exactly the kind of contrast that's meant to be great for my senior sister!

The senior sister has the air of a widower, while Shen Yeshu has the air of a young widow.

They were all delicious!

Seeing that Wu Cheng remained unmoved, Shen Yeshu did not try to persuade him further, but instead said, "The second thing is that my husband must be careful of the Crown Prince, as he may be a threat to him."

In his previous life, after the emperor died, the crown prince ascended the throne, then forced Wu Cheng to rebel, and finally strangled him in Lin'an.

However, Wu Chengye was already innate at that time, and he was exhausted and besieged to death after killing the crown prince.

Wu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "I understand."

So that's it. He had long been wary of the Crown Prince's second brother, and Mei Gensheng was probably sent by the Crown Prince to kill him.

Besides, he has already decided to seize the throne and will inevitably clash with the Crown Prince sooner or later, so there is no need to remind him.

Wu Cheng, however, wanted to ask another question, "My beloved wife, what exactly is the purpose of your Path of Extinguishing Emotions and the Path of Burying Life coming to Lin'an?"

He no longer believed that Shen Tu Lie had come to Lin'an to make a living.

Two sects from the Demonic Sect have come to Lin'an; they must have some purpose in doing so!

Shen Yeshu smiled sadly, "Since my husband is unwilling to go with me, why ask any more questions?"

After saying that, she was about to leave, but Wu Cheng blocked her way, saying, "My dear wife, I can't bear to see you go."

If she won't talk, we'll have to catch her first.

But just as Wu Cheng was about to make a move, his hair suddenly stood on end.

He instinctively turned around and met a pair of crimson eyes.

The petite Fei Yuan, dressed in a bright red palace gown, appeared beside him at some unknown time, her veiled face now only three inches away from his! Even the faint scent of orchids mixed with the blood lingered in his nostrils!

Wu Cheng's pupils constricted sharply!