The guy truly deserves to die—he's dying, yet still admiring beautiful women. Eighty Electronic Books (txt02.com) Undeniably, cultivators are a rather reserved race. With their simple, pure lives and the inherent scarcity of female cultivators, many may never see a woman more than a few times in their entire lives. Only after quietly leaving Baihe Gate to join Tianli Sect did he realize that the decades he had spent were essentially wasted—how refreshing and fulfilling it is to share life with someone of the opposite sex. Besides accompanying Liu Yun to bed, each of them was paired with a lovely female disciple, who served tea and water and even attended to their daily needs, including bedding and personal care. He had always considered Liu Yun the most beautiful woman in the world, but now he finally understands that there's always more beauty beyond the mountains and beyond the heavens. Lu Man's beauty is entirely different from Liu Yun's—she is like a snow lotus blooming atop a snow-capped mountain, pure and coldly elegant, something Liu Yun, with her more spirited and sensual charm, could never match. "Husband, that guy's eyes are so unpleasant," Romon said, clearly annoyed. Who could blame him for always staring at her? Qin Feng found it equally irritating and replied, "I'll tie him up right away. In the meantime, you go ahead and blind him with your dagger—then finish him off." "Agreed," the beautiful woman nodded—this was a splendid way to vent her frustration. "Ha ha!" This time, it was the man who laughed, saying, "You're truly out of your mind! You want to tie me up? Do you think you're someone special? I'm a top disciple of the White Crane Sect—nothing in this world can hold me!" Qin, the young nobleman, had no patience left for further banter. After all, even a cultivator was no match for him. He extended his right hand, and at once, the Fire Dragon Seal, Lightning Spell, and Stun Spell burst into fragments. Huff...crack... Though the man reacted swiftly, he still missed the mark—first scorched by the fire dragon, then struck by lightning across his head. Before he could fully appreciate the intensity of these two spells, his body had already gone Pfft... A white rope several meters long shot out of Qin Feng's storage amulet, and in a few swift movements, it tightly bound the man like a dumpling. To achieve a specific effect, he deliberately weakened the power of the immobilizing spell, allowing it to fade once the man was securely tied. Yet he himself remained motionless—this was a powerful silk strand obtained from a giant spider on the island, strong enough to resist even a flying sword, let alone a mere inferior cultivator at the Soul-Refining stage. Luo Man was equally astonished, as Qin, with just one move, had completely subdued her opponent. Now it was her turn. "Manman, remember this: act first, seize the initiative," he smiled. "You don't need to adhere to any so-called martial ethics with your opponent—victory is everything!" "Yes, I'll remember," the beautiful manager nodded. "Alright, now it's your turn," he said, and walked off to the side. With a sharp dagger in hand, the manager approached the man. After a fierce struggle, he realized all his efforts had been in vain, a wave of fear rising in him, leaving no room for dignity. He shouted, "Hero, I'm wrong! Please forgive me! As long as you forgive me, I'm ready to pay any price!" Qin Feng paid no attention. If you're willing to pay any price, you must be a mere aspiring cultivator—living off others' kindness, with nothing of value to offer. Seeing the man remain unmoved, he quickly turned to Romana and pleaded, "Female hero, please forgive me. For the sake of us all being cultivators, and for the fact that I've achieved so much through hard work..." "Shut up!" the beautiful manager snapped, "Didn't you just impress me just now? Didn't you look at me with such an ungrateful gaze? What's changed now?" "Female hero, I'm sorry—I shouldn't have looked at you like that..." "Too late." Romana waved her hand, and the dagger, Fúshé, glowed with a radiant light. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the man's eyes had been severed deep by the blade—both eyes now blind. "Ah!" he began to cry out, his voice trembling. The dagger carried a potent toxin, and its most immediate effect was a searing, burning sensation at the wound site—something even a cultivator couldn't ignore. "Hero of the women, spare my life! I promise I'll never do it again!" he pleaded, completely omitting mention of his blinded eyes. Indeed, he proved to be a shrewd man, aware that he had no leverage to negotiate terms, and thus lowered his posture gracefully. Still, Romana knew that as long as the man's meridians weren't severely damaged, a cultivator could always heal such an injury—his strategy was sound. "Go then, and rest in peace. I hope Liu Yun will send someone to collect your remains," she said, and then plunged her dagger straight into his heart. Though blind, his hearing remained sharp; he instinctively dodged, and the dagger missed his heart, striking slightly to the right instead. "Huh! Good reflexes," said Luoman, fully driving the dagger through, then rolling over to one side. "Do you think you could have avoided that?" The sharp blade successfully scored a wound across his heart. With cardiac damage compounded by intense toxicity, he was done. Closing his eyes, he collapsed, and the spiritual energy vortex drifted out from his dantian. Qin, quick on his feet, caught it and held it in his palm, saying, "This is beneficial to Sha Sha—wasting it would be a pity. Besides, you don't possess the ability to take over a body, so why not lend a hand in the final moments?" After speaking, he sealed the spiritual energy vortex into his niaojie. Luoman danced and clapped with delight: "Haha! I've slain a cultivator—this time, I've finally reached ahead of Qingqing and Jingjing! Haha!" The laughter that followed was a perfect imitation of Qin's tone. Turning to Qin, he looked utterly exasperated, thinking, How hard do we have to try to be ladylike? Can't we just be a little more graceful? He strode over, giving the delighted woman a sharp smack on the head, and said, "You could at least smile more like a lady. And isn't it just that you secured a cultivator before Qingqing and Jingjing did? Why are you so excited about it?" Luo Man looked genuinely hurt, clutching her head and saying, "You certainly don't find it exciting. I've been under their pressure for so long—finally, I've broken free like a peasant turning into a noble—and yet you don't even let me sing!" "Alright, then, one must remain composed," Qin said seriously. "But you should at least make me happy first before you expect me to be composed," the woman replied, rubbing her head and extending her hand. "That rope you used earlier was quite good—could you give me a piece? I'll definitely use it to tie up cats and dogs in the future!" "Hmph." He turned his head aside, thinking that our household had neither cats nor dogs—even if we did, they couldn't waste something so precious. The beautiful manager changed her tone and said, "What's the matter? If you don't want it, then we'll tie you to your bed and treat you however we please!" Qin, the young nobleman, brightened up, smiling mischievously, "That sounds wonderful. Then I'll give you one—hey, keep it well, because I only have a few of these myself."