Chapter 105: Played the Crowd Until They Broke

In the great hall, they only saw a woman sitting in the middle, wearing black and white robes, her appearance exceedingly fine. However, she was much too different from Ye Wenxin’s previous impression of her, as this Shura Hall’s Hall Master seemed to have shrunk.

Before, she still appeared to be in her early twenties, and despite her lack of expression, she was a staggeringly gorgeous woman. But now, Shura Hall’s Hall Master looked like she was just around fifteen to sixteen years old, making Ye Wenxin suspect whether Shura Hall’s Hall Master had stealthily practiced her Bone-shrinking Technique.

“Master had regressed due to anger back then,” Luo Miaoyi added quietly upon seeing Ye Wenxin’s astonishment.

Ye Wenxin wanted to laugh a little hearing this. She had seen those who became mentally ill, those whose character greatly changed, or those who bled from their seven orifices after falling into Qi Deviation, but this was the first time she came to know that Qi Deviation also bore rejuvenating special effects.

If not for Ye Wenxin still recognizing that face, she would surely assume Luo Miaoyi had begun to fool her with romantic plotlines again. However, precisely because she knew that face, most of what Luo Miaoyi said was true.

For example, after Ye Wenxin had tricked Shura Hall’s Hall Master into walking away, to prevent any more sexual harassment from her, Liu Churan took some extreme little measure which resulted to this current scene.

In any case, everything was Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng’s fault and had nothing to do with Ye Wenxin.

“Well met, esteemed Hall Master,” Ye Wenxin politely clasped her fist; here, Bai Chi counted as her elder.

Yet Bai Chi seemed to not react, maintaining a blank state.

“Master, the person is here,” Qian Bingxue reminded aloud and only then did Bai Chi respond, looking at Ye Wenxin.

Their eyes met; Bai Chi’s eyes were so empty and without any emotions, more serious compared to her state over a dozen years prior.

Several seconds later, Bai Chi gently raised her hand, in which a long whip suddenly appeared.

Fiery red, it had thorns and emanated a baleful aura.

“Huh, Master, why are you all here? I was just about to report about yesterday’s…” Third Senior Sister Liu Yansheng also ran in, and noticing there was an audience, she casually sat down at a table, anticipating a show.

Bai Chi glanced over once then returned her gaze to Ye Wenxin, swinging the whip she was holding.

In that instant, a cold gust whistled past Ye Wenxin’s ear. Even if Ye Wenxin avoided in the nick of time, she still felt a sting on her face.

“Hall Master, what’s the meaning of this?” Ye Wenxin’s voice turned cold, thinking of all the means Bai Chi might use, she did not expect the woman would deploy her whip at the start.

“Miss Ye, although this whip looks terrifying, it can beat one’s foundation into shape, the more the beating, the sturdier the foundation would become,” Third Senior Sister Liu Yansheng explained with a laugh, yet her eyes only held rejoice at Ye Wenxin’s misfortune.

“If you want to beat someone beat yourselves. I, Ye Wenxin, would never be whipped no matter what you say!” Ye Wenxin trembled with rage, even if her current body had been strengthened with spirit stones, a whip would still be unbearably painful.

What was up with this ‘can beat one’s foundation into shape’ deal? Only Shura Hall, this group of M’s, would ever believe such tripe. Ye Wenxin would never endorse it, moreover, she just wanted to clarify with Shura Hall’s Hall Master face to face that she absolutely could not join Shura Hall.

“This is the road each Shura Hall disciple must follow, hahaha, trust me, you’ll grow to like it.” Third Senior Sister Liu Yansheng covered her mouth and chuckled, the coquetry in her eyes causing Luo Miaoyi nearby to stare wide-eyed at her.

Ye Wenxin could only grit her teeth, thinking Liu Yansheng was intentionally retaliating for yesterday’s butt spanking, so she had persuaded Shura Hall’s Hall Master to use this Shura Whip thing to whip her.

“Who says I want to be a Shura Hall disciple? I stated this yesterday, I, Ye Wenxin, even in death, would never become Shura Hall’s…” Before she could finish her sentence, Qian Bingxue gracefully drew her sword and placed it against Ye Wenxin’s neck again.

The chill was enough to freeze the blood in Ye Wenxin’s neck, making her shudder.

She had sealed her cultivation, and now in the eyes of this group of she-devils, she was akin to an ant, easily killed with a pinch. Even Luo Miaoyi would have no trouble beating her like a punching bag.

However, even when pushed to this extent, Ye Wenxin remained very calm.

“Miss Ye, if you join our Shura Hall, you must pass the Shura Whip’s baptism. Believe me, it feels very good.” Noticing the murderous intent arising in Qian Bingxue’s eyes, Luo Miaoyi also urged, hastily advising Ye Wenxin against letting her emotions cloud her judgment.

“Sigh, why do you demon sect people always don’t let me finish? Firstly, I’m an immortal sect disciple, I can’t join a demon sect. Secondly, if I reveal my identity, you would certainly not be winning me over, but kill me instead.”

Ye Wenxin kept them in suspense for a while, ready to start using the gambit she had prepared beforehand.

Everyone looked at Ye Wenxin in unison, and seeing the complacency on her elegant face, they all were highly curious about what Ye Wenxin was going to say.

When recruiting people, the demon sects paid no attention to the sect one originated from, and with the addition of her unique constitution, Shura Hall would do anything to obtain Ye Wenxin.

Granted that Ye Wenxin was an Advanced Alchemist, if she refused to cooperate with Shura Hall, doubtlessly the only option left then was death.

But now, Ye Wenxin had confidently declared these words, instead making them wonder what identity she planned on using to put an end to their idea.

“What is your identity? I’m not bragging, but no matter who you are, our Shura Hall would completely devour you.” Third Senior Sister Liu Yansheng narrowed her eyes, brimming with self-confidence.

Qian Bingxue withdrew her long sword, while Luo Miaoyi just nodded.

As for Shura Hall’s Hall Master atop the dais, she maintained her posture of holding the whip, as if one wrong word from Ye Wenxin would no longer subject her to being disciplined by the Shura Whip, but the Hall Master’s loving lashes.

“I…I’m a man,” Ye Wenxin answered in her smallest voice.

Liu Yansheng accidentally sprayed the tea she was drinking. She looked at Ye Wenxin and guffawed, “Little girl, I thought you would use some trick. Hahahaha, do you think we’re blind? How could you possibly be a boy when you’re this cute?”

Qian Bingxue threw her a look of concern for the mentally challenged, and as for Luo Miaoyi, she took a step back, half-believing and half-doubtful, glancing at where Ye Wenxin’s third leg would be, unable to hold back a blush.

As to Shura Hall’s Hall Master, she brought her whip down without hesitation. Ye Wenxin had already prepared herself. She twisted to avoid the attack and in the next second, her height began to grow.

Not only that, but her originally elegant face gradually became more handsome. Three seconds later, when Ye Wenxin grabbed the Shura Whip, she had already transformed into a beautiful man.

“I’m truly a man, so I’m sorry, but I can’t join this Shura Hall.” Ye Wenxin Shape-shifted into Ye Liangchen once more, as long as she pretended to be a man, she did not have to worry about what a place that only accepted women would do to her.

“Oh my, this appearance is truly striking. Let me see, are you a real man or a fake one?” Liu Yansheng rushed up first, directly kicking towards Ye Wenxin’s crotch.

Ye Wenxin instantly blocked it, showing a small wry smile.

This time, for the sake of fooling these people, she did try conjuring a third leg, if she got kicked, it would truly hurt.

“Hm, not a bad reaction. How about this, we’ll go somewhere private and give it a test, hehehe, let me see your technique.” Liu Yansheng began verbally teasing her, landing her attack on Ye Wenxin mid-sentence.

This attack stunned Liu Yansheng, who discovered that a certain spot did have a third leg. Even though inexperienced in the ways of the world, Liu Yansheng was certain that it was indeed a third leg.

Ye Wenxin’s entire face went red, feeling like she wanted to cry but had no tears.

“Mm…it’s pretty…big.” Liu Yansheng, who was teasing at first became shy instead, obediently going back to sit down, but she stole an affectionate glance at Ye Wenxin’s handsome face out the corner of her eyes, wishing she could immediately eat Ye Wenxin up, even her bones.

‘Ye Liancheng’s’ face, coupled with the Iceborn Constitution as a catalyst, was ten times more popular than Ling Jue. Ye Wenxin had known this, but unexpectedly even a Demon would be ensnared.

Looking around again, Qian Bingxue seemed dumbfounded, a hint of emotion on her cool and graceful face. Not to mention Luo Miaoyi, whose face was flushed, as if recalling the countless nights she had slept together with Ye Wenxin.

Ye Wenxin shivered, and then flashed a subtle smile, “Well, now that you’ve already ascertained my identity, can I go?”

It was at this moment, that Ye Wenxin found this gambit of hers seemed far from good.

“Since you’re a man, then die.” Qian Bingxue finally reacted, thrusting the Ice Sword in her hand towards Ye Wenxin without a second thought. Liu Yansheng could not just sit back and watch this unfold, a little bell left her arm, blocking the sword for Ye Wenxin.

“Hey, even if you don’t want such a fine human furnace, I still do.”

“This person harbors evil intentions, he must be killed.” Qian Bingxue was not to be outdone, the cold sword turned into a long whip, hitting Liu Yansheng’s bell.

Liu Yansheng yawned and continued to wave the bell, but her eyes had changed into an apricot-yellow color, looking like she had entered battle mode.

Seeing the situation was not too encouraging, regardless of who won or lost, the one out of luck would just be her, ‘Ye Liangchen’.

She could not laugh or cry, at another look, Shura Hall’s Hall Master atop the dais seemed to not have reacted yet due to receiving the excessive blow. Judging from the symptoms, it slightly resembled Alzheimer’s.

“Hall Master, they’re your beloved disciples, you can’t just watch them fight each other. It’s all a certain Ye person’s fault, this certain Ye should not have been born so handsome and attracted two fairies fighting for my head.” Ye Wenxin acted like a drama queen, wishing for the world to descend into chaos.

Shura Hall’s Hall Master finally responded, once again swinging the Shura Whip. Upon this one swing, the whole great hall started to vibrate, and the ceramic-tiled floor was split in two.

Liu Yansheng and Qian Bingxue instantly stopped fighting and respectfully turned toward Shura Hall’s Hall Master. “You, will be my third true disciple from now on,” Shura Hall’s Hall Master squeezed out a sentence at last, but Ye Wenxin wanted to cry a little hearing it.