Sense of Crisis

At these words, even Ning Zhirou was startled. This woman's nerve—or rather, the madness in her bones—really did suit the Esoteric Sect.

Although the Esoteric Sect presented a united front to the outside world, its internal competition was no different from that of evil cultivators. Mutual schemes and forcing one another into corners were everyday occurrences.

For the sake of one's position, one could sell anything they possessed.

The Ancient Sword Gate was, after all, the sect that had brought her through its gates and set her upon the path of cultivation. Yet in Yun Qing'er's mouth, it had become a bargaining chip for her own ascent.

"Hehe, Miss Yun, with your abilities, you shouldn't need an introduction from my master, should you?"

"The Esoteric Sect may be mysterious, but it wouldn't reject an expert at the peak of Void Refinement. If you aren't going to tell the truth, why come here today?"

Bai Yu slowly stepped forward and spoke calmly.

"It seems that although you are a disciple of the Myriad-Transformation Spirit Matron Bodhisattva, you know nothing at all about your own sect."

"My cooperation with the Bodhisattva is quite simple. I offer benefits, and in the early stages, I seek protection. Because of the Esoteric Sect's rules, I do not wish to become a plaything—or one of the higher-ups' consorts."

"The Myriad-Transformation Spirit Matron Bodhisattva is one of the few female cultivators within the Esoteric Sect who can remain untainted and free from harassment."

Yun Qing'er smiled faintly and said it casually.

The Esoteric Sect itself had few rules, and many among its upper ranks were old monsters who shattered vessels and seized bodies. They were incomparably arrogant, while possessing no concept of morality or human ethics.

To outsiders, it was a thoroughgoing devil's den. Yet immense danger