Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

The young monk seemed to understand something, and suddenly turned around, pointing to the altar.

"These too?"

"……Too."

The young monk beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting, "What a terrible sin!"

Ying Si covered her ears, looking dejected, and said, "To put it bluntly, it's all your fault, Master. You insisted on making this altar so bloody. If I hadn't found these disciples from prestigious sects, where would I have gotten so much spiritual flesh and blood to build this altar for you in this Crimson Abyss?"

The young monk touched his bald head, his face flushed, and said, "How can you blame me? How can the altars of demonic cultivators be set up so casually?"

Then came incomprehensible words, such as, "Even the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation did this... Is it wrong for members of the Demonic Sect to want a position?"

This caused Ying Si to chuckle softly, instantly filling the Crimson Abyss with a joyful atmosphere...

If the master and disciple hadn't been next to a bizarre and terrifying altar of flesh and blood.

"Alright, Master, what kind of status is this now? It's too vulgar."

The monk asked blankly, "Is that vulgar?"

"Vulgar, so very vulgar!"

Ying Si smiled charmingly, her jade-like fingers lightly stroking her blood-red lips.

"Most importantly, it's too dirty, and I never want to do it myself."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore... Sigh, I'm sure I'll get a scolding from the founder when I get back. Those guys from the Hehuan Sect love to bully the weak with numbers, and I'll have to pay a hefty price for them."

The monk sighed, his expression melancholy, and said with deep regret, "How many times have I told you? What good is being able to fight? When you're out in the world, you need to consider power and connections. If you can't even bully the weak and fear the strong, what kind of demoness are you?"

Seeing this, Ying Si immediately said aggrievedly, "I have always kept Master's teachings in mind. Although these people are true disciples of the Hehuan Sect, I have already found out on the way that they have no status or background in the sect. They are just disciples who are still cultivating in the lower courtyard. Their talents are average, and they have no hope of advancing into the main sect. In a few years, they will be sent out of the sect to open up new paths."

Upon hearing this, the young monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, it's not so bad; we can lose less money."

"Hmph, this is a competition between people of the same realm, not bullying the weak. Why should we have to pay compensation? What kind of logic is that?"

Ying Si was quite unconvinced, her small fists clenched tightly.

The young monk said speechlessly, "What is your status, and what is their status? Our sect doesn't have many people to begin with, and you are my only disciple. If we were to really fight, it would be more likely to be a battle between the Hehuan Sect's Daoist candidates, such as Gu Ruoyin and Tian Shengque."

Besides, if I achieve my goal this time, our major demonic sects will inevitably have to unite again later. It's best to avoid too much discord.

At this point, Ying Si asked curiously, "So, Master, what exactly are you planning to do? It's been so long since our major demonic sects joined forces. The last time was to conquer Bao Liutian, wasn't it? Is it really that serious?"

The young monk chuckled but did not reply.

Ying Si gave a soft snort, but she still had some vague suspicions.

So she put on a sweet smile and said, "Oh, Master, can I ask you for a favor?"

"You speak first."

"This time, I've discovered a rare talent brimming with demonic energy. My incarnation technique is at a critical juncture; if I can capture him and use him for my day and night cultivation, I should be close to breaking through to the next realm!"

Looking into his disciple's lustful eyes, the young monk's eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Male or female?"

"He is a handsome young man."

The young monk quickly shook his head. "Something's not right. You've never been interested in men before. Why are you being different this time?"

He paused, then asked again, "Is it truly a born demon seed?"

Ying Si nodded with absolute certainty, "A pure and innocent little devil, I could tell at a glance."

The young monk rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "Alright then, it seems he should also be in this Crimson Abyss. I'll just take him with me when the time comes."

Ying Si, who had concealed a crucial piece of information, looked like a girl who had received a reward, with an innocent expression.

"Yay!"

...

...

Hongluan transformed back into her previous image as a delicate and beautiful woman, looking timidly ahead.

Her eyes still seemed to reflect the towering figure with overwhelming demonic energy from just moments ago. The lingering pressure and fear caused her ghostly aura to dissipate, and she had not yet recovered.

Ning Yuan retie his belt as he walked up to her, gently stroking her cold cheek, and said with a smile, "Are you sensible now?"

Hongluan dared not show any dissatisfaction or disobedience, and hurriedly nodded.

"Okay, then tell me first, where is the ghost town?"

Hongluan looked bewildered and bowed her head, saying, "What ghost city are you talking about, young master? This Crimson Abyss is a place of utter death. Living beings cannot enter the gate of life, and dead souls cannot reincarnate. A little ghost like me, who has awakened some intelligence, is already a rare sight, one in ten thousand. Yet I merely wander around all day. How could I possibly have any ghost city to speak of?"

"Oh……"

Ning Yuan chuckled softly, his hand, which had been caressing Hongluan's face, gradually moved downwards...

The red phoenix's face was flushed, and she raised her head. In no time, her eyes were covered with a layer of misty tears, and her legs twisted restlessly, her posture graceful and charming.

"Please be gentle, young master, this is my first time too... umm..."

Hongluan's face instantly turned pale with discomfort. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a long, wet, red, and eerily beautiful tongue.

Ning Yuan had grabbed her snow-white neck with one hand and was tightening his grip.

As a spirit, Hongluan naturally didn't need to breathe, so she struggled to say, "So... Young Master likes these things. This servant... will try her best to satisfy you..."

However, Hongluan soon realized something was wrong. The thin body of the white-robed youth in front of her seemed to contain endless power, almost crushing her ghost body!

Not only that, Hongluan also sensed a sharp and ruthless killing intent.

He...he really intended to kill himself!

Hongluan hurriedly said, "Young master, spare my life! It's not that I'm unwilling to tell, but I've been placed under a soul-binding restriction. If I reveal even the slightest detail, my soul will be scattered!"

Ning Yuan released his grip.

Hongluan immediately collapsed to the ground, suppressing her fear, and knelt down to Ning Yuan's feet, saying with a fawning smile, "Although I am a ghost, I was instructed by the city lord at birth, and my body is pure yin, making me an excellent vessel. I can bring you extreme pleasure and help you advance your cultivation to a higher level..."

Ning Yuan asked, "The city lord? Is that the one who placed the soul-binding restriction on you?"

Hongluan reached out and pulled her skirt tighter, her face pleading, but she dared not utter another word.

In contrast, Ning Yuan maintained a gentle smile throughout, dressed in pristine white robes, exuding elegance and composure.

Seeing this, he gently placed his hand on Hongluan's head, stroking her hair as if she were his own pet, and whispered, "Then let me put it another way, can you take me to that ghost city?"

Hongluan's expression was inscrutable, her eyelids slightly lowered.

"That's possible..."