Chapter 938 - 443: What Do You Mean Master’s Been Chosen? (1)

Though this matter has long been a routine of the Emotion Crossing Sect, it was also commanded by the Divine Venerables.

In previous years, the Divine Sons were pure and flawless, allowing their blood to be drawn by attendants, resulting in peace and harmony.

Yet these recent generations of Divine Sons have increasingly eccentric personalities.

The cultivators slain by her are countless, yet the Divine Venerables turn a blind eye, allowing the Divine Son to indulge in slaughter...

There are even rumors within the sect that if it weren’t for the strong pressure from Ruins Country, the Divine Venerables wouldn’t dare to call themselves Venerables and let the Divine Son be called Son.

"It’s not right to lie~."

The young girl slightly pouted her crimson lips, furrowing her delicate brows in some distress,

"Jiaming can see Uncle is suffering. Master once said, Jiaming is a kind and good child. Since Uncle is so tired, how about... Jiaming helps Uncle peel off the skin and exchange for a lighter body, okay? Jiaming’s skinning technique is very gentle, it doesn’t hurt at all~"

The girl laughed with a twinkle in her eyes, innocence and charm to the extreme.

But the burly demon cultivator named Uncle Mei Sutan was scared out of his wits, frantically kowtowing on the hard black jade floor until he was bloody and battered.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Your Highness, spare me! Your subordinate is truly not tired! The medicine guide... is just under the command of the Divine Venerables..."

Though the girl appears petite and harmless, her cultivation is only at the middle period of Foundation Establishment.

Yet everyone knows,

To truly regard this girl as an ordinary person would be the greatest joke!

She... is the Lord Luoxiao from a thousand years ago!

And the master she speaks of was the Celestial Demon Ling and Xu back in those days, an ancestor of the ancestors of the Emotion Crossing Sect!

"Alas, Uncle is truly naughty, actually using the Divine Venerable to press me?"

The girl sighed, looking pitiful as if she was greatly wronged.

But Uncle Mei Sutan trembled more fiercely, constantly kowtowing, not daring to utter another word.

"Forget it, forget it, Master said not to force the uncompliant."

The girl generously waved her little hand, smiling as she stepped over the limp demon cultivator leader,

"Since Uncle is unwilling, Jiaming won’t force it. But Uncle must take good care of this skin from now on."

Uncle Mei Sutan felt he had been pardoned, collapsed on the ground, and drenched in cold sweat.

"Your Highness."

An emaciated Golden Core crone drifted out from behind the red gauze curtains like a ghost, bowing her head respectfully.

The world knows there are three Golden Core Divine Venerables in the Emotion Crossing Sect,

But unbeknownst to them, there is also a fourth Golden Core True Man attendant at the Divine Son’s side.

This secret, even the Li Family of Chao Lake does not know.

And this old woman, having served five generations of Divine Sons, holds a status vaguely beyond the so-called Divine Venerables.

"Granny,"

The girl walked up with her hands behind her back, raising her exquisite flawless face, her voice crisp and sweet,

"Jiaming feels tired of drawing blood these days, the body feels heavy. Jiaming wants to go to the Heart Refinement Hall for cleansing, to soak in the Thunder Pool, can I?"

Upon hearing this, the old woman straightened up promptly and replied, "Your Highness’s initiative to stabilize the Divine Soul in the Heart Refinement Hall is excellent. If the Divine Venerables knew, they would be very pleased. This old servant will immediately clear the Heart Refinement Hall..."

"Oh dear, no need to go to such trouble."

The girl raised a white jade-like finger, gently shaking it, her mouth curling slightly,

"Granny, Jiaming remembers, isn’t there someone from Huayue Mansion undergoing training in the side hall of the Heart Refinement Hall today?"

The old woman was taken aback, her divine thought gently moved, communicating a few words with the Heart Refinement Hall cultivators, then respectfully replied, "Your Highness is wise. There is indeed one person, a loose cultivator guide arranged by Fairy Gu Tangyin from Huayue Mansion. If Your Highness finds him unsightly, this old servant will immediately draw his soul and refine his spirit, throwing him out of Wuyang Palace... Knowing it is the Divine Son’s will, the people of Huayue Mansion would not dare to say much."

"Don’t resort to violence so readily. Jiaming is a polite good child."

The girl said with frustration,

"Granny, did you forget? That quota for the Heart Refinement Hall bestowed to Fairy Gu from Huayue Mansion, was intentionally instructed by Jiaming for you to give them."

The old woman hesitated, then bowed deeply:

"This old servant certainly remembers. Your Highness once said those guests from Ruins Country were monotonously stuck-up, so it was better to give them a little treat to see what kind of scheme they were up to."

"Exactly."

The girl stretched lazily, her figure outlined by the flowing cloud skirt, appearing... plain.

She gently tapped her chin with her alabaster finger:

"Staying in Wuyang Palace with blood drawn every day, Jiaming’s body is almost rusted. Master once said cultivation should also conform to divine law and human desires... Today, Jiaming suddenly feels a bit whimsical."

The old woman saw a flicker of surprise in her murky eyes, cautiously probing, "Your Highness means..."

"Jiaming wants to find a furnace to stretch the bones well~"

The girl chuckled, as if discussing what exquisite pastries to eat tonight, light and casual.

On hearing this, the old woman immediately said respectfully, "If Your Highness has such interest, this old servant will thoroughly clean those true disciples with the highest talent and most potent yang energy in the sect, and bring them to Your Highness’s bed. If Your Highness is not satisfied with those in the sect, this old servant will abduct some prodigies from the major sects outside for you..."

"No, no."

The girl dismissively waved her little hands,

"Those people tremble and shake all over like Uncle Mei Sutan when they see Jiaming, just like a piece of wood, so boring."

Her gaze shifted towards the direction of the Heart Refinement Hall, raising a white jade finger with a smile:

"Children in the mundane world are playing a game called blind box lately, Granny, do you know? It’s picking randomly from a pile of sealed boxes. Before opening them, you never know if inside is a stunning treasure or something disgusting... Jiaming thinks this game is very fun."

How astute the old woman was, instantly understanding the Divine Son’s meaning, she was greatly shocked:

"Your Highness mustn’t! That guide from Huayue Mansion is merely a loose cultivator! Such crude and inferior men, how can they be worthy of serving Your Highness as a furnace? It would sully Your Highness’s noble body!"

"Oh, Granny, you don’t understand, the fun of blind boxes lies in the unknown!"

Rather than being annoyed, Qin Jiaming clapped her hands excitedly, her eyes shining,

"Jiaming doesn’t know his true appearance, cultivation, or bone age. He will be Jiaming’s blind box for today! Go soak in the Thunder Pool, and crack open a blind box to relieve boredom."

The girl paused, her smile becoming even sweeter,

"If the contents of the blind box are pleasing, Jiaming will keep him as a furnace to stretch the body and play for a few days; if it’s too ugly or smelly, or if it turns out to be a useless waste... Jiaming will just tear him apart and merge him into the Thunder Pool as fertilizer, not troublesome at all~"

The old woman felt momentarily faint.

This is worse than the previous life!

In the last life, although the Divine Son also had whims, she calculated thoroughly to choose the one whose fate was most appropriate, and then ordered to have him captured from Yan Kingdom.

Of course, there was some mishap that time, as the Divine Son’s lifespan was just nearing its end, she abandoned this plan.

But this time, how does the Divine Son randomly open a blind box?

"Your Highness, think thrice!"

The old woman hurriedly knelt with a thud, earnestly advising,

"That guide named Qing Xuan, this old servant hears from sect cultivators that he is but an elderly loose cultivator nearing his end! Not only is his vitality declining, but who knows how many hidden injuries and erysipelas he carries, such lower-grade and inferior furnaces, even a single breath taken is inauspicious, how can they be used to serve Your Highness?"

"Oh, Granny, you’re so naggy."

Qin Jiaming puckered her lips in dissatisfaction, reached out and pinched the old woman’s shriveled face, speaking cheerily:

"Beauty and ugliness of the body are nothing more than a handful of yellow earth, Jiaming doesn’t care about such things? Besides... anyone Jiaming fancies is the best in the world."

The old woman’s face changed, she felt an unfamiliar dissatisfaction radiating from this Highness.

The Divine Son was actually angry over a loose cultivator!

Forget it.

No matter what she wants, I have no place in interfering...