Sun Cheng's happiness had good reason behind it.
First of all, in this vicious battle that had nearly purged the entire sect, he had successfully survived whole and intact.
How could that not count as a victory?
What was more, the Longevity Sect had now been almost completely purged. Yang Sui's ascension was the only possible choice.
Under such circumstances, as Elder Yang's... no, Chief Yang's trusted confidant, Sun Cheng would obviously benefit the most.
Although everything was in ruins and awaiting rebuilding, Sun Cheng had already won the favor of many young female disciples. He had received a whole stack of little letters from women wishing to become Dao companions with him, and an even thicker stack of cards from those wishing to swear brotherhood with him.
Sun Cheng had no idea when he had acquired so many beauties he had never met, so many sworn brothers with whom he had exchanged only a few words.
Thus, as far as Sun Cheng was concerned, just the right number of people had died in the Longevity Sect.
If those old fossils had not died, how could it ever have been his, Sun Cheng's, turn to rise to prominence?
At the thought of female disciples who had once mocked him now tenderly presenting him with letters declaring their affection, Sun Cheng felt the bones in his spine go limp.
Maybe he should first find a few with passable looks and inspect the goods...
Members of the Devil Sect sought great freedom amid the gallop of the five desires. The moment this wicked thought arose, Sun Cheng immediately drew up a little list for himself.
Cheng Hong'er truly had a splendid figure. Every inch of her was snow-white; if he found a red gauze bed-curtain and had her lie beneath it, it