A sixteen-year-old beauty, body soft as curds; with a sword at her waist, she slew fools. Though no heads were seen to fall, in secret she taught your marrow to wither dry!
Back when he had been at the Yunyang Sect, Wang Chen had always thought that every cultivator sweating like rain in the Gathering of Beauties Pavilion had been kicked in the head by a donkey!
For that little bit of pleasure, not only did they have to pay Spirit Stones they had earned through bitter labor, they also had to serve as cauldrons for the female cultivators of the Joyous Union Sect, using their own vital essence to aid the latter's cultivation.
How utterly foolish!
Now the demonic claws of the Joyous Union Sect's female cultivators had actually reached into Dongwu Stockade.
Though Wang Chen had never met Xin Han, he still held this Purple Mansion master in considerable respect.
Xin Han had ruled Dongwu Stockade for many years, managing this rogue cultivator stronghold in perfect order. Although he had spent recent years in long-term seclusion and paid no heed to worldly affairs, the stockade's daily operations had never encountered any problems.
Xin Han's existence had given several thousand rogue cultivators and their families stability and hope.
With Xin Han's cultivation, he could easily have gone to some sect to enjoy a comfortable life, where the resources available to him would certainly have surpassed those in the Outer Region.
Yet he had remained here.
In Wang Chen's view, among the countless rogue cultivators of the Outer Region, Xin Han was a figure of some importance!
In the end, even heroes could not pass the test of beauty.
So much had happened in just a few days. What would become of Dongwu Stockade from here on out was truly