CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 71: BE GENTLE WHEN PEELING OFF WANG XIU’S SKIN ~ (2200 WORDS)_1

The jade rabbit sank in the west as the golden crow rose in the east. An entire night passed in the blink of an eye.

As Daimon Qianmian’s spirit completely dissipated, his life experiences were fully absorbed by Wang Xiu—including his childhood, his past, and his tragic life. His social relationships with the other protectors and Elders within the Devil Cult Ghost King Sect, and even the positions he adopted when submitting tasks to the Red Enchanting Snake Princess...

Ahem~

The topic has drifted. Things like positions were completely unimportant.

In any case, Wang Xiu now had a complete understanding of Daimon Qianmian’s life, and he could begin to set many plans in motion.

"Master..."

Just as Wang Xiu took out Daimon Qianmian’s command token, preparing to make his move, the Mingxue Executioner Sword behind him suddenly let out a gentle hum. The blade turned red-hot, emitting streams of white steam.

Then, a wisp of soul-light rose from the blade, coalescing into the form of a dignified beauty. However, her crimson-blushed face and the steam fizzing from the top of her head made it clear that her mood was far from tranquil; she was quite agitated.

The pretty ghost looked at Wang Xiu with a shy, embarrassed expression, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s. "Master, you must be exhausted after watching all night! If you do not disdain my humble self, Linglan can assist you."

"I’m definitely..." she stammered, "definitely no worse than that snake!"

Wang Xiu took a sharp breath, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably as he looked at the Sword Spirit. Despite the shy expression on her face, her gaze was searingly intense, even a little yandere and twisted.

This is bad! This is really bad! The Immortal Slaying Sword has been thoroughly corrupted by having Nie Linglan as its Sword Spirit. Good heavens. You can assist me? How exactly do you intend to do that? Fencing? And you’re ’definitely no worse than that snake’? You’re supposed to be a proper lady from a good family. Have some self-respect. What is with this bizarre competitive streak? You’re breaking character! Not to mention, the Hundred Thousand Heroic Spirits Shrine is right next door; such an act would be an utter disgrace! And more importantly, while Master is asleep on the back mountain, who knows when he might get anxious and sweep his Divine Sense over to check on his precious disciple. If he saw me... on the Kylin... wouldn’t he burst out of his grave and come clean house?

Forming a quick hand seal, he suppressed the Sword Spirit—who had seemingly broken through into her ’estrus’ realm—and forced her back into the sword.

"This is a holy land of Taoism, stop this nonsense," Wang Xiu said helplessly. "We’ll discuss it after we leave the mountain."

Whew.

After pinning the restless Divine Sword under his palm and wiping it soothingly for a long while, Wang Xiu finally managed to calm his own Dao heart.

Next, he performed the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art, his body shifting to take on the appearance and aura of Daimon Qianmian. He reached out, grasped the Skull Command Token, and probed it with his Divine Sense.

Perhaps for security reasons, the Communication Tokens of the Demon Cult sects had far more complex identity verification processes than those of the Righteous Sects. They required not only the correct hand seals but also matching palm prints, pupils, mana aura, and spirit imprints—it was caution taken to the extreme.

Honestly, if it weren’t for Wang Xiu possessing the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art, which allowed him to perfectly imitate Daimon Qianmian, and his use of the Nether Emperor’s Prison-controlling Scripture to review the man’s memories, he would have never been able to take control of the Ghost King Sect’s Communication Token so easily.

WHOOSH~

As the Skull Command Token completed the identity verification process, a black light screen materialized before Wang Xiu.

Messages appeared—

Red Enchanting Snake Princess: "Is the plan going smoothly? My treasure~"

Red Enchanting Snake Princess: "Come back quickly after this job is done. I want you to whip me hard while imparting your teachings and doctrines!"

Red Enchanting Snake Princess: "Remember, be gentle when you peel Wang Xiu’s skin. Don’t wrinkle it. I like it smooth. Just thinking about it gets me so excited~"

...

Wang Xiu: ???

Whoa~! This old vixen is still fantasizing about flaying my skin! I should have recorded a video of our trysts and shared it directly with the Ghost King Sect’s executive chat group. That would teach her the meaning of ’sharing joy with the people.’

Yes, the Ghost King Sect did have high-level groups. As a protector, Daimon Qianmian naturally had the privilege to join and chat in the executive channels.

In fact, it wasn’t just the Ghost King Sect; every major sect had its own exclusive communication groups, often many of them. The Sanqing Immortal Sect, for instance, had thirty-six branches, and each branch had its own ’Disciple Exchange Group’. Furthermore, the Inner Sect Disciples and True Disciples had their own separate communication groups. When a message needed to be sent to everyone, it was simply posted in the group, saving a great deal of trouble.

Previously, Wang Xiu hadn’t joined any groups mainly because the other branches ostracized the Divination Sect and certainly wouldn’t add him to their chats, fearing he would bring them bad luck. Besides, with only a handful of people on Spirit Turtle Peak, there was simply no need for a group chat.

Daimon Qianmian was a member of three communication groups.

The first was the ’official exchange group’ for all Ghost King Sect members at the protector level and above. The group’s name was: Big Family of Virtuous and Meritorious. This group was usually silent. Messages were only posted when the Sect Master or the Nine Great Elders had a task to announce.

The second group’s name was—Snake Ji Invincible and Most Beautiful! That’s right. The admin of this group was the Red Enchanting Snake Princess. It had only seven members: the seven protectors under her command. Daimon Qianmian was just one unremarkable member among them. If there was anything special about him, it might be that he was sleeping with his superior. And he was a kept man who carried himself with a surprising amount of assertiveness, thriving and prospering with a future as bright as could be.

The first two groups were internal to the Ghost King Sect. The third group, however, was different. It was an exchange group for all the Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivators in Nanzhou, with several thousand members. Every member’s registered cultivation level was at the Golden Core Stage, and it was a chaotic mix of characters. There were members from the Asura Sect, the Hehuan Sect, the Ming Blood Sect, the Ghost King Sect, and more. There were Venerables who had advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage but hadn’t left the group, as well as unlucky souls whose avatars had turned gray, having been inactive for decades, and were likely long dead.

No one even knew for sure if there were undercover spies from the Righteous Sects in the group. Actually, that wasn’t quite right. It was more accurate to say that everyone was almost certain there were spies from the Righteous Sects mixed in, snooping for information. The smart ones all shared an unspoken understanding.

Therefore, in this group named the ’Traditional Craftsmen Exchange Group’, everyone used an alias. Their true identities, cultivation levels, and trump cards were never easily revealed.

Furthermore, at the top of the group chat, the admin, ’Supreme Benevolent Savior’, had posted a bloody group announcement in the largest, most eye-catching font:

’On the Demonic Path of a thousand roads, safety is the number one code. Teaming up has its risks, trading requires your wits. If you spot a spy, call an admin on the fly.’

Moreover, the primary purpose of this group was to provide a trading platform for the numerous Golden Core demon cultivators in Nanzhou to exchange what they had for what they needed.

For instance—

Demon Cultivator A practiced a secret art from the Ming Blood Sect and needed the essence blood of 3,000 humans.

Demon Cultivator B practiced a secret art from the Ghost King Sect and needed the spirits of 3,000 humans.

Demon Cultivator C practiced a secret art from the White Bone Sect and needed the bones of 3,000 humans.

By connecting through the ’Traditional Craftsmen Exchange Group’, they would each only need to kill 1,000 people to gather all the materials required by the three parties, reducing their workload by more than half.

And, it would reduce the karmic sin of killing by a total of 2,000 people.

Hmm.

According to the group admin, ’Supreme Benevolent Savior’, doing things this way could even be considered an act of accumulating merit and virtue.

Thinking about it, it was almost touching.