Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 50: The Dao Executor

As he watched her walk away, BaiShe’s smile widened, turning predatory.

The Devourer of this era was a girl... and a girl he had already started to manipulate. The possibilities were simply immense. At first, he had not even noticed her true nature; the system had not flagged her as a Daughter of Luck, and he had thought she was just an ordinary beauty destined to fill his future harem.

But it was by using his Third Eye at that precise moment that he had seen the truth: a swirling vortex of Khaotic Qi bubbling in her Dantian.

"Now that I have found you... you will never be able to escape, Hue Qing," he murmured to himself.

...

"You should be careful with her, BaiShe," Zhi Mei’s voice suddenly said behind him. She had returned without a sound, observing him with a serious expression. "That necklace she wears is a high-level relic that blocks all perception techniques against her. Her behavior is more than suspicious."

BaiShe turned around.

"Orh, you do not need to worry about me, Miss Mei. I am quite confident in my abilities to protect myself from a simple practitioner at the Spiritual Core stage," he replied with a wink.

"Hmph! You always underestimate female tricks, BaiShe. Sometimes the danger does not come from the cultivation base," she warned him.

BaiShe took a step toward her.

"Female tricks? Miss Mei... you would not want her to seduce me, would you?"

"Do not tell me you are jealous of her?"

Zhi Mei froze.

"But... but what does that have to do with anything!?" she stammered, her gaze confused and indignant. "You are really unbearable! I am going to check the ruins by myself!"

"Ok ok, I was just saying that to lighten the atmosphere." BaiShe laughed and followed her.

***

The Heavenly Demon wondered why that idiot Guo Jian possessed 12,000 luck points...

He was neither particularly intelligent nor endowed with extraordinary talent... His fiancée was the Devourer of this era, which should logically drain his fortune, and yet his score remained that of a protagonist.

As the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon, BaiShe knew that the Dao never distributed such favors without reason. He therefore assumed that this idiot was going to have a fortuitous encounter capable of changing the course of destiny. And it turned out that his Immortal Sage intuition had not misled him.

While BaiShe continued to tease the Holy Templar thousands of kilometers away...

***

*Crimson Sect*

The Crimson Sect stood at the top of the steep peaks, where the purple mist was the densest, filtering the sunlight to let through only a dreamlike and bloody glow. It was the most powerful and influential organization in this kingdom.

In the inner courtyard reserved for the elite, the silence was broken by the sharp whistle of a steel tip slicing through the Qi-saturated air. Guo Jian was training relentlessly, wielding his spear with a fury that bordered on hysteria.

His movements, although technically perfect according to the standards of the Spear Path, lacked the serenity necessary for a true master.

Every blow struck against the training dummy was an attempt to pierce the heart of the man who had humiliated him.

"It seems that senior brother Jian is in a murderous mood today..." a calm voice rang out.

Jian stopped, sweat streaming down his muscular chest.

He turned his head to face the intruder.

It was a man of refined appearance.

Just a few months ago, this individual had been an ordinary mortal, an insignificant existence among billions of others. But during the sect’s annual selections, he had accomplished the impossible. Recruited at only twenty years old, he had advanced through the martial realms at a prodigious speed, stabilizing his cultivation at the Nascent Soul level in record time.

This prodigy, with immaculate white hair and heterochromatic eyes one white and the other black, was none other than Huojin.

"Junior brother Huojin... Have you come to train as well?" asked Jian, trying to regain a demeanor worthy of his rank as first disciple.

"Well... I could not find sleep. The energy of the world seems agitated, especially with the annual competition approaching rapidly," replied Huojin with his permanent half-smile.

Jian let out a bitter laugh, planting his spear into the ground.

"Ah, brother Huojin... I had even forgotten about that competition. To be honest, I do not have the head for it right now," he admitted as he slumped heavily to the ground.

"It starts tomorrow and you do not even remember it? That is fascinating... Who could have broken your Dao heart to this extent, senior brother?" inquired Huojin.

"It is a so-called immortal from the Upper Realms... A certain Xuan BaiShe," spat Jian.

"He appeared and... my sweet fiancée... I would rather not talk about it any further,"

Jian sighed deeply, staring at the purple sky with helplessness.

’An envoy from the Upper Realms?’ thought Huojin, his thoughts racing behind his mask of calm.

’They have finally detected my presence down here... It was about time. That bunch of incompetents from the Dao Temple took too long to react.’

Huojin, possessing the accumulated memories of all the previous Dao Executors, was convinced that BaiShe was an emissary from the Temple sent to find him and bring him back to the upper heavens for his sacred mission.

But the idea that this immortal, instead of fulfilling his sacred duty of searching for his master, was spending his time seducing the women of local disciples filled him with contempt.

’This idiot, instead of coming to bow before the future Heavenly Judge, prefers to play the seducer with my martial brother’s woman?’ raged Huojin inwardly. ’What a decline... The Temple has truly lost its grandeur.’

Huojin placed a hand on Guo Jian’s shoulder.

"Do not worry, senior brother. When the time comes, I will personally help you teach him the lesson he deserves."

As he spoke these words, the Yin-Yang symbol began to glow on his forehead.

***

*Guest Pavilion, Hue Family Domain*

Night had fallen over the steep peaks. BaiShe had settled into one of the most luxurious guest pavilions in the domain.

Although he had suggested to his traveling companion that they could share the same room for mutual protection, the Holy Templar had firmly declined the offer, preferring to maintain distance by having separate rooms.

In the neighboring room, Zhi Mei was meditating in lotus position on a mat.

Her concentration was suddenly interrupted by a melody that rose up. A zither music of heartbreaking purity and melancholy reached her ears.

"What a sweet and soothing melody... he is really talented," she murmured to herself, unable to deny the scholarly charm and artistic talent of the man.

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