I'll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers - Chapter 19:

Chapter 19: What’s Wrong with Drugging Her for Dual Cultivation?

A silver river hung between the crowd and the Pill Hall. Who dared to charge in? The arrogance and clamor from earlier vanished without a trace. Everyone looked at each other in hesitation, silence blanketing the scene.

The young pill apprentice standing aside remained expressionless, though his heart was filled with ridicule. Cowards. No wonder the Three Thousand Dao Sect had declined over the years.

The reason Lu Hengge could maintain his position as the Holy Son among so many prodigies was not only due to his heaven-defying cultivation talent but also his unyielding will.

Some cultivators follow the heavens in their cultivation path. Others defy the heavens. The Three Thousand Dao Sect clearly belonged to the latter group. But generation after generation, the disciples they recruited were becoming increasingly mediocre. They had long forgotten the unshakable resolve in their bones, leaving behind only spineless opportunists.

The silence was heavy. No one dared to be the first, but no one was willing to leave either. After all, today’s event concerned their cultivation resources. Without these pills, their cultivation progress would inevitably slow.

Gradually, everyone’s gaze shifted to Qiu Liu. She was Lu Sheng’s disciple and the most beloved junior sister of the Holy Son. If she spoke up, even the Pill Hall master would have to give some face. This was the benefit of having connections.

Noticing everyone’s attention, Qiu Liu’s vanity swelled. She relished the spotlight, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Ye Feng, too, enjoyed flaunting himself in public. But right now, his mind was preoccupied with the assassination attempt, and he appeared distracted.

Qiu Liu straightened her chest and stepped forward. As her body swayed, her massive bosom jiggled, drawing dazzled gazes. Only now did the crowd notice her particularly revealing outfit.

The sound of swallowing could be heard around.

Of course, some female disciples rolled their eyes and cursed her as a vixen.

They envied the Holy Son. On Qingyun Peak, two great beauties—one was his master, the other his junior sister. He was certainly blessed!

Suddenly, people recalled some gossip from days ago: rumors that Elder Lu Sheng and Junior Sister Qiu Liu weren’t interested in the Holy Son, but doted on Ye Feng instead, even having close contact.

Jealous glances turned to Ye Feng.

Left and right in his arms—how enviable!

But many were puzzled. In terms of looks, Ye Feng wasn’t even one percent as attractive as the Holy Son. In terms of talent, even ten Ye Fengs couldn’t match him. So what exactly did Lu Sheng and Qiu Liu see in him?

Maybe… their tastes were just strange?

Just as everyone was lost in their thoughts, Qiu Liu cleared her throat and was about to speak when, in the next moment, everyone saw a blur—then a shrill scream rang out. Something had just flown past.

Looking again, Qiu Liu was gone.

Only Ye Feng remained standing.

But Ye Feng was panicking inside. He hadn’t even seen what happened. It was the system inside his body that warned him—Elder Yao, a cultivator half a step into the Great Ascension Realm, had made a move.

Yao Fan hadn’t even given Qiu Liu a chance to speak. He had just slapped her away.

From the sound of her pained cries in the distance, the crowd turned and looked, guessing what had occurred. Yao Fan had held back. Otherwise, she would’ve exploded into a bloody mist.

“Go back and have your master speak,” came Elder Yao’s voice. After that, he said nothing more.

Seeing this, the crowd began to retreat. If Elder Yao wouldn’t even give Lu Sheng face, what chance did they have?

There were very few in the Three Thousand Dao Sect whose cultivation surpassed Lu Sheng. Yet Yao Fan was one of them. Perhaps the only two people in the sect who could sit down and speak calmly with Yao Fan were the sect master—still in seclusion—and the missing Holy Son.

Now that both were absent, today’s situation was hopeless.

Ye Feng stood there awkwardly, neither moving nor staying.

He was still in a growth phase. Faced with a figure like Elder Yao, he could only act meekly.

The mocking and strange looks around him made Ye Feng feel utterly humiliated, as if he’d swallowed dung.

“Elder Yao, I…” Ye Feng gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

Smack!

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

Though Elder Yao didn’t appear in person, he conjured a palm with spiritual Qi in the air and sent Ye Feng flying with one slap.

“You get lost too. From now on, neither you nor Qiu Liu are allowed in my Pill Hall. If I see you again, I’ll hit you again.”

Everyone else felt fortunate. They might not get their pills this month, but they could return next month.

But Ye Feng and Qiu Liu had just been blacklisted from the Pill Hall. Not just next month—even next year, they might not get any pills.

Well, maybe not entirely. Even without the Pill Hall, they still had Lu Hengge to refine pills for them. Still, people wondered—what had they done to provoke the Pill Hall master to such fury?

No one spoke further. One by one, they bowed and left quietly.

But before leaving, every gaze toward Ye Feng and Qiu Liu shifted from envy and flattery to visible mockery and disdain.

These looks were like needles piercing Ye Feng and Qiu Liu’s hearts.

To two vanity-obsessed people, it was torture.

Ye Feng’s eyes turned red. He nearly lost control of the demonic Qi inside him. Qiu Liu burst into tears, wailing and rolling on the ground like a shrew.

Ye Feng, already frustrated, couldn’t bear it any longer. Seeing that Qiu Liu still refused to get up, he shouted, “Enough! Can you stop already?!”

Qiu Liu froze.

Her always-gentle junior brother had just yelled at her!

[Host, Qiu Liu’s favorability decreased by 5 points.]

The system reported.

Ye Feng didn’t care. He had already maxed out Qiu Liu’s favorability long ago. Dropping five points wasn’t a big deal.

Besides, ever since seeing Mo Hu yesterday, Ye Feng’s mind had been filled with her seductive face, her slender waist, her jade-like feet… Compared to that, Qiu Liu seemed bland—even ugly.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Feng glanced at the Pill Hall one last time, then turned and left.

Qiu Liu sat on the ground, stunned as she watched Ye Feng’s departing figure, completely lost.

Ye Feng no longer needed to please Qiu Liu. Her only remaining value was in bed—satisfying all of his desires. Even without comforting her, she would eventually calm down and come back to cling to him.

After leaving, Ye Feng didn’t go to the Scripture Pavilion to see Lu Sheng.

Elder Yao’s unusual aggression probably had something to do with Lu Hengge.

After all, everyone in the Three Thousand Dao Sect knew that Yao Fan’s favorite disciple was Lu Hengge!

Lu Sheng might have brought Lu Hengge into the sect, but his true master was Yao Fan.

The root of the problem was Lu Hengge. So, if Lu Hengge died, everything would be resolved.

Returning to his cave, Ye Feng repeatedly asked the system how to increase his cultivation speed. He was completely dissatisfied with his current rate.

“Dual cultivate with Lu Sheng,” the system replied.

Right now, that was the fastest method.

The system had already provided a dual cultivation technique—Ye Feng just hadn’t coaxed Lu Sheng into bed yet.

Ye Feng’s eyes flickered.

Dual cultivation was indeed fast, but the problem was, he hadn’t yet maxed out Lu Sheng’s favorability. Proposing it now would probably be rejected.

Maybe… he should drug her?