Chapter Ninety-One: The Mysterious Demon Practitioner

Here, it was plainly Li Haoran's private cave abode.

Within the cave, the atmosphere was wanton and sultry to the extreme. Several naked women were swaying their waists and dancing in seductive poses, preening and striving desperately to flatter the silver-browed man seated before them. The man himself was also unclothed, seated amid a heap of naked women, engaged in crude and primitive pleasures while watching the women before him flaunt themselves.

A peculiar fragrance lingered throughout the entire cave. After only one breath of it, Qin Feng felt heat surging wildly through his body. Coupled with the decadent, alluring scene before him, any man who saw it would have his passions inflamed and his blood boil.

Clearly, the incense curling upward from the burner had been laced with some potent aphrodisiac.

Among those naked women, Qin Feng found several who looked very familiar. They were the female cultivators he had seen during the day, the same ones who had sneered at him in the crowd. They were all inner disciples of Sword Mountain of Shu, most of them under Qin Xinyue, with a smaller number belonging to Li Xingjian.

Was this still Sword Mountain of Shu? It was nothing less than a nest of lechery!

By day they wore righteous faces, haughty as princesses; by night they indulged in every sordid and disgraceful act within this den of vice. It was truly contemptible.

At last Qin Feng understood why that demon beast had dug so many underground tunnels within the body of Sword Origin Peak. So they were meant specifically for Li Haoran's secret revels and clandestine trysts.

What a waste for Li Xingjian, who had gone to such lengths to obtain a demon beast at the demon core stage to protect Li Haoran. Yet Li Haoran used it far beneath its station, having the beast dig tunnels so he could cavort with women! If his father Li Xingjian ever learned of this, he would likely be so enraged he spat blood on the spot.

But why had Li Haoran brought the unconscious Fang Xinyi here?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng shifted his gaze to one spot in the cave, toward where Fang Xinyi lay. That was a bare patch of ground at Li Haoran's left hand. Aside from Fang Xinyi, the surrounding area was empty, but Qin Feng knew there was still a demon beast hidden somewhere within the cave.

A faint violet light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

A moment later, in a corner near the cave ceiling, he discovered the six-legged salamander-lizard beast crouched there. This creature was a hybrid variant born with innate talents for concealment and burrowing.

Its concealment ability was exceedingly perverse. Blending into the surroundings, it seemed to vanish entirely, making it nearly impossible to detect. If not for Qin Feng's Violet Heaven Eye, he would never have found the fellow at all.

Just as Qin Feng was puzzling over it, Li Haoran abruptly stopped his thrusting, withdrew from the body of a tall female cultivator, and said with a bored air, "Playing the same game every day gets dull. Let's do something fresh today!"

The tall female cultivator was clearly still aroused. After being cast aside, she wore a look of grievance and even took the initiative to cling back to Li Haoran, only to be slapped by him into a heap of pale flesh.

"Get lost. Stay away from me!"

After striking the woman, Li Haoran walked over to the sleeping Fang Xinyi, still naked. He reached out, lifted her chin, and examined her face carefully.

"She's not bad-looking after all. No wonder she could enchant that bastard Zhan Bai to such an extent. Hmph, all for a mere wench, and he even dared defy Father and contend with me for the Seven Spiritual Immortal Lotus? From childhood to now, you, Zhan Bai, have always stood over me, Li Haoran's head. Father praises you every time, hmph! I've had enough of it! This time, for this wench, you even killed my men! If I can't exact this debt of hatred from you, Zhan Bai, then I'll collect a little interest first. I'll ravage your beloved woman and make you suffer agony beyond bearing, hahaha!"

With that, Li Haoran began tearing at Fang Xinyi's clothes.

Qin Feng saw everything before his eyes.

His heart grew all the more anxious.

Li Haoran clearly bore deep-seated resentment toward Zhan Bai and wanted revenge. Fang Xinyi, mutually devoted to Zhan Bai, had become the first sacrifice in Li Haoran's retaliation!

"That dog bastard Li Haoran!"

For all the hopes his father had placed in him when naming him with such a grand and upright name, what part of that lofty moral spirit did Li Haoran deserve?

Right now, Qin Feng wished he could leap out at once and kill that bastard Li Haoran.

But the six-legged salamander-lizard glaring from the corner made his heart falter.

If he sprang out in a sudden attack, then even if he had a chance to kill Li Haoran, he would likely perish beneath the beast's claws.

But was he simply to do nothing?

Watching as Li Haoran had already stripped away one layer of Fang Xinyi's garments, Qin Feng felt his heart searing like fire. Even beads of sweat were forced out across his brow.

No. Even if he died, he could not let this beast succeed.

Having made up his mind, the marrow-spirit bone fire in Qin Feng's hand surged out in an instant.

Just as he was preparing to strike and kill, suddenly—

A ghostly laugh rang out, interrupting Qin Feng's movement. He paused slightly, withdrew the flames, and shrank his body a little farther into the cave.

At the same time, three silhouettes appeared within the cave.

Three unexpected intruders!

They seemed to materialize from thin air, without the slightest sound. The restrictions outside had not produced even the faintest sign of interception or warning.

Their arrival, together with that sinister laugh, caused Li Haoran to halt his actions and turn angrily toward the source of the sound.

At a glance, he recognized the leader among the three. It was Gu Yunchuan, one of his father's disciples, known as one of the Seven Cloud Swords. Though ranked at the end of the line, his cultivation was by no means weak; he now possessed the strength of the fourth rank of the Human Martial Realm. Yet his face was wooden and vacant, his gaze unfocused, blood still staining his features, his countenance deathly sallow. This was more than enough to show that he was likely already a dead man.

But the two standing behind Gu Yunchuan made Li Haoran's eyes narrow.

One of them was short of stature, his entire body shrouded beneath a massive black cloak so that his face could not be seen, only a pair of green eyes floating within the shadowed gloom. What was more horrifying, however, was not his deathly aura, but the enormous scythe clenched in his hand. Its shape was grotesquely exaggerated: on a long wooden shaft hung a huge black blade, so dark and profound it seemed capable of devouring a soul, making one too fearful to meet it directly with the eye.

The other was a giant of a man, hideously ugly, with a bald head and two eyes of unequal size, one large as a bull's and the other small as a chicken's. His whole body was as massive as a black bear's, his muscles absurdly developed, and many parts of him were covered with long, pale bone spurs. He was slightly stooped, with a huge lump bulging from his back, bristling densely with bone-spike spears.

Leaving aside the terrifying aura emanating from their bodies, their wildly exaggerated appearances alone were enough to exert a crushing pressure few could bear.

Li Haoran was not stupid. He knew at once that disaster had befallen him.

The arrogance vanished from his face, replaced by fear and trembling.

Sweat began to seep continuously from his forehead. Li Haoran stole a covert glance at the six-legged salamander-lizard in the corner. The beast had already leaped to its feet in alarm, but after recognizing the newcomers, it too began to tremble all over in an instant, clearly deeply wary of the two mysterious intruders who had arrived...