Immortal Soaring Blade

Vol.3-Chapter 87 – White Lotus Karma Fire

Heaven was fair. Although cultivating was difficult, the heavens would leave a chance. Heaven was fair because it was never outrageous. If it opened a door, it would close a window.

Zhao Jiuge suddenly comprehended a lot after releasing this strike. Before, he was very anxious about not reaching the Nascent Soul Realm and being unable to comprehend the fourth layer of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Art. At this moment, he calmed down a lot. Some things had to be done step by step to prevent mistakes.

After coming to terms with a lot of things, Zhao Jiuge looked at the attack he had released. He had been studying Twilight Cloud for half a year and had only managed to grasp a little of it. However, its power was stronger than before.

This ray of silver sword energy shot forward like a dragon piercing through the sea. Seeing Zhao Jiuge attack, the cyan lotus that had been building up its power moved. The life-like, delicate cyan lotus closely followed the ray or silver sword energy.

San Wu looked at this ray of sword energy that didn’t contain much sword intent but was still so powerful. He couldn’t help but sigh. The phrase “Sword Celestial comes from Mysterious Heaven” was indeed true. There were so many sword cultivation sects, and many of them were first-rate sects, but the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect was the only one among the holy lands. They had also been at the top among the holy lands for many years. Even though they had fallen a bit in recent years, their foundation was not something a first-rate sect could replace.

In the blink of an eye, the silver ray of sword energy was surrounded by a silver fog. Behind it was a rapidly rotating cyan lotus that had built up to its full power.

Zhao Jiuge, San Wu, and Pei Su Su all looked at each other. They wanted to know if this attack would be successful.

Bliss Palace.

The grand hall of the first floor was naturally decorated to look very luxurious and grand.

Unlike what Zhao Jiuge and Pei Su Su had guessed, the underground part of the building was not very large. The upper portion was used for the Happy Monk to enjoy himself. The underground portion had a secret room for the Happy Monk to cultivate in. All the other rooms were used to detain women that the Happy Monk had kidnapped.

In the grand hall, the entire floor was covered in a red carpet with gold embroidery. The carpet was very soft and warm.

The Happy Monk was sitting on a platform a few meters above the ground. There was a large chair carved out of golden wood more than two meters long, covered by the skin of a spirit beast. The Happy Monk was standing barefoot on the carpet and leaning against the chair.

He was only wearing the white monk robe he had on when he escaped. The buttons were undone, so the tender, white skin on his chest was visible through the gap.

The Happy Monk maintained this posture and looked down in a daze. There was still a trace of anger on his face. He had just returned less than half an hour ago and was still thinking about what had happened. He was quite angry—it has always been him bullying others and never others bullying him. Most importantly, he had lost 20 beautiful women.

A clump of anger remained in his chest, but he couldn’t vent. However, he felt lucky. If he hadn’t decided to escape or didn’t have enough strength and treasures, he would likely have died back there. Thinking about this, the anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated a little. Looking at the beautiful women below him, his mood became better. As long as there was no danger, he would be able to live a long life and enjoy himself. Lust suddenly surged inside him, and the Happy Monk smiled. He planned to go down to have some fun and also use it as a way to vent.

Below the platform was a large space that expanded hundreds of square meters. To the far left was an artificial hot spring that was covered by a thin layer of mist.

On the right was a jaw-dropping sight—a huge dragon bed that was more than 20 square meters. This dragon bed was several times larger than the one he brought outside, and it was covered with soft, golden quilts.

Although the Bliss Palace was elegantly decorated, the most eye-catching thing was the more than thirty beautiful women inside.

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These women varied greatly in looks. Some were petite and lovely, noble and cold, passionate and provocative, or charming and seductive. Although their cultivation levels weren’t high, they were all beautiful.

Although they were all laughing, if one looked closely, they would see that some of their eyes were hollow and they seemed to be forcing themselves to laugh.

Some of them were frolicking on the red carpet, chasing each other. What caused one’s throat to dry up was that all these women were virtually naked, with only thin, pink silk robes covering them. This almost naked state made them even more attractive and made one’s heart itch.

Some of them were soaking in the hot spring covered in a mist. Their white skin was shiny from the water. The silk robes were stuck to their bodies, creating a great contrast and making them even more charming.

Some of the women seemed tired and were just casually laying on the dragon bed as if they had given up. Their eyes were hollow and it was unknown what they were thinking about. However, who would bother caring about what they were thinking? Anyone who saw them would be more focused on their seductive figures laying on the bed.

Although none of them wanted to end up as slaves to someone else, they were helpless. They could only fake their attitudes to keep themselves alive. Those with stronger character had killed themselves while they were locked in the secret room below. However, not every woman had the courage. After all, being alive was better than being dead.

The Happy Monk got up and took off his robe, throwing it into the air. The white monk robe floated in the air and slowly fell to the ground.

The naked Happy Monk rushed into the group of women playing around. He touched a noble-looking woman’s hips and groped a petite woman’s waist. His actions naturally shocked them, and some of them even screamed.

The Happy Monk seemed to have forgotten the troubles he had just faced. That angry expression disappeared and was replaced with a smile.

After a while, the Happy Monk felt that it wasn’t stimulating enough, so he picked up a woman and jumped into the hot spring. This caused a large splash and naturally made the few women inside the spring scream. Hearing this, the Happy Monk felt very proud, and this stimulated his desire even more.

He couldn’t help but hug the women in the hot spring, though he felt like he didn’t have enough hands for all of them. Finally, he couldn’t contain his lust any more and grabbed two women. He brought them to the soft dragon bed and threw them onto it, ready to pounce.

Just when the Happy Monk was filled with excitement and was ready to pounce on a woman, a thunderous rumble echoed across the Bliss Palace. Accompanying the thunderous rumble was the trembling of the entire palace.

Not only was it loud, it was also very violent. The formation around the palace had been destroyed. The Happy Monk was so shocked by this that he turned soft and almost felt like he would never be able to do it again.

His expression became dull. It looked like he was scared silly. Normally, when someone was frightened like this, they would be confused. Not to mention, the Happy Monk was just about to enjoy himself.

However, he reacted quickly and realized that the formation had been destroyed by force. This was not something ordinary cultivators could do. He had been safe here for many years, yet this happened right after he escaped. The first thought in his head was that Pei Su Su had come looking for him!

The delicate women beside him all screamed. This sudden change shocked them. All the women immediately hugged each other. Perhaps out of pity, they were very united. As for the 70 or 80 women locked below, they didn’t have the ability to worry about them. They were women who hadn't been tamed by the Happy Monk.

The Bliss Palace no longer looked as grand as it did before the attack. Many of the decorations had fallen, and even the platform had collapsed. The hot spring was basically ripped in half and would no longer function as a hot spring.

At this moment, the Happy Monk was still above the two women. He remained motionless and his back was covered in a thick layer of dust that came from the falling rubble.

Before the Happy Monk could get angry and figure out what was going on, a few footsteps came in from outside the temple. He looked at the hall filled with dust and saw several figures slowly approaching.