Meanwhile, at the foot of Blood Rain Cult Mountain.
A Flying Carriage slowly descended.
The Flying Carriage was green all over, inlaid on every side with all manner of jade, each piece exceedingly precious.
These pieces of jade looked more bizarre than the next, like human eyeballs.
They exuded an aura that seized the soul.
One glance was enough to draw people helplessly into them.
Then their souls would be utterly annihilated, with no possibility of escape.
As the Flying Carriage descended, the four disciples following behind it had already landed.
They were all young men in their teens or twenties.
They wore pink opera costumes, their skin delicate and smooth.
Their lips were even dabbed with rouge.
They swayed gracefully as they walked, wafts of fragrance drifting from their bodies.
Even in a male brothel, they would have been top-class rent boys.
And at that moment...
The Flying Carriage was shaking incessantly.
Strange sounds came from within.
The rent boys bit their lips, their eyes filled with plaintive longing.
Only after a long while did the curtain of the Flying Carriage lift, and a deathly pale young man emerged, limping.
His posture was particularly strange.
The rouge on his lips had become considerably smeared.
He was none other than...
Ye Liangchen, the legitimate son of Xuanming High Person, the Heavenly Yin Sect Master whose sect had been destroyed by Blood Rain Demon Venerable, the leader of the Blood Rain Cult.
Rumor had it that Ye Liangchen was elegant and graceful, and had roamed the cultivation world with his flute-playing skills.
He had attracted countless followers, men and women alike.
Everyone who had heard him said he was good.
His approval rate had almost reached 100%.
Yet after the Heavenly Yin Sect's destruction, Ye Liangchen had vanished without a trace,