Innumerable Princess Chunshuis chuckled softly. Beneath the pitch-black canopy of the sky, they seemed to have become the brightest light source in this world.

The dilapidated ruins, the blood-soaked ground, the distant lanterns that seemed to emit a bizarre glow, and the faint, agitated sounds floating in the air—like string and bamboo music, yet also like someone screaming in agony...

The entire scene was like a grotesque painting, reflected by some invisible force and transmitted back to Wangjiang Peak.

Four screens of light floated atop the peak.

One screen, showing the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, was the quietest. The image was frozen on the hall’s Martial Arts Arena and had been still for a long time.

The Martial Arts Arena was completely empty, devoid of people, though the ground was covered in an untended mess.

Another screen of light was centered on the former site of Yao Fang Courtyard, radiating out to show a rough view of the area within a three-li radius.

A mere three-li radius. In truth, Bright Moon Square was far, far larger.

But for the small screen of light, this three-li radius seemed far too vast.

This disproportionate display made everything in the light screen appear tiny and strange. Among the group of Cultivators observing the scene, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Something’s not right. Is Princess Chunshui growing stronger again? Look, are the total number of her phantoms staying constant at three hundred and sixty-five?"

Another Cultivator said grimly, "Three hundred and sixty-five, the number of the stars in a full Circulation! There must be a deeper meaning to this Transformation of Princess Chunshui’s."

Beside the elder from the Xie Family, someone asked in a low voice, "Elder, with Princess Chunshui having grown this powerful, should we send another message to the family? Has the family responded to our previous message?"

Elder Xie replied in a hushed tone, "Bright Moon Square is Qionghua Pavilion’s territory. Since they haven’t asked for help, we can only watch from afar for now."

After a moment’s pause, he sneered, "Didn’t someone from the City Patrol Department go in? Let’s just see what he’s capable of!"

The person next to Elder Xie said, "Elder, Young Master Ye is actually mixed up with that Black-clothed Blade Master. That person is very mysterious, I don’t know..."

For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t say it, but that he didn’t know how to.

Ye Sheng and a mysterious black-clothed figure—who knew what would happen next with a combination like that?

Elder Xie also fell silent. The two of them were quiet for a moment.

The so-called black-clothed figure in the light screen was, of course, Song Ciwan.

She was disguised as the Black-clothed Blade Master, Lu Zhong, and stood to the side with Ye Sheng. She watched as countless Princess Chunshuis danced gracefully over the ruins, a few even flitting past them.

One Princess Chunshui even approached Ye Sheng and Song Ciwan as if to embrace them.

Song Ciwan took a small step to the side, avoiding the embrace.

Ye Sheng, however, stood his ground, not moving an inch. He waited until the Princess Chunshui was face-to-face with him and passed right through his body. From the perspective of the physical world, Ye Sheng was a non-existent phantom; from Ye Sheng’s perspective, Princess Chunshui was also a non-existent phantom.

Each was non-existent to the other. The feeling was truly bizarre.

A faint blush appeared on Ye Sheng’s pale face. He raised one hand, his thumb pressed against his middle finger in a Daoist cultivation mudra, and chanted incessantly, "Immeasurable Celestial Venerable, protect my heart’s clarity. Immeasurable Celestial Venerable, protect my heart’s clarity..."

Song Ciwan had wondered why he didn’t dodge, but it turned out Ye Sheng was actually training his Willpower.

Looking over at Zhou Bo and Wang Yi in the ruins, Wang Yi had his eyes shut tight, allowing the countless Princess Chunshuis to grope at his body. He never once opened his eyes.

Interestingly, although the Princess Chunshuis coiled around him, they were held at bay by the protective golden light of the two words "No Doubt." A small gap remained between them, and they couldn’t actually touch Wang Yi!

As for Zhou Bo, he did not close his eyes. Instead, he stared fixedly ahead, chanting under his breath, "No self, no others, no living beings, no lifespan. A painted skeleton, a bag of bones and flesh..."

"A painted skeleton, a bag of bones and flesh..."

"Witch, you cannot bewitch me!"

With a low shout, the cyan light radiating from his body flared up again.

The Raccoon Dog Slave he held in his arms shifted slightly with the fluctuations of the cyan light, letting out a weak meow.

The few Princess Chunshuis closest to Zhou Bo cried out in delicate pain. POP! POP! POP!

Three more figures of Princess Chunshui burst apart in mid-air, dissolving into ethereal smoke.

From the surrounding Void, an equal number of Princess Chunshuis soon emerged from thin air. Some were crying, some were laughing.

The crying ones said, "My lord, you are so heartless. Yesterday, we were intimate, but today you seek to take my life. Is it true that men are the most fickle creatures in the world?"

The laughing ones whispered slyly, "My lord, aren’t you a Scholar? Why must you rely on Buddhist Scripture to cultivate your mind? My lord, your heart is in turmoil, is it not?"

"My lord, come and look at me. Am I not beautiful?"

"My lord, you Scholars often say one can find a Yan Ruyu in your books. So come and see for yourself. Is the Yan Ruyu in your books more beautiful, or am I, in the flesh, more so?"

One voice after another, a cacophony of sounds like a demonic chorus, each one striving to pierce the eardrums and strike directly at the soul.

Zhou Bo didn’t answer, so a Princess Chunshui said, "My lord, are you really going to forsake the Confucian Sect? You only know how to chant scriptures and don’t even dare to answer me. You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you? Hehehe..."

"A painted skeleton, a bag of bones and flesh..." Zhou Bo’s chanting suddenly stopped. He clutched the Raccoon Dog Slave in his arms tighter and stared directly at one of the Princess Chunshuis. "Witch, you cannot sway me! If you don’t believe me, why don’t we make a wager?"

"If you lose, you will reveal your true form!"

The Princess Chunshui giggled. "And if I win, will my lord reveal his true form as well?"

"Oh, but that won’t do! My lord’s true form is already here. If that’s the wager, I would be at a disadvantage."

"My lord, if you lose, I won’t take your life. You just have to bind your feet like a woman. How does that sound?"

Zhou Bo immediately replied, "Excellent. Let this oath be our bond and this document be our proof! I, the student Zhou Bo, hereby wager against the Witch..."

As he spoke, the hand forming a Daoist seal suddenly changed its gesture, and a blank scroll flew out from his wide sleeve.

The scroll instantly unfurled in mid-air. With a flick of the Doubi between his fingers, Zhou Bo dipped it into the ink sac at his waist and, in the blink of an eye, wrote a contractual wager upon the scroll.

This series of actions may seem long to describe, but in reality, Zhou Bo’s hands moved so fast they left afterimages. In just a blink, the completed document flew out, then split into countless copies in the next moment, with one flying toward each and every Princess Chunshui!

The Princess Chunshuis in every direction immediately began to shriek.