Chapter 203: Chapter 201: Elder Sawyer’s Killer Back View, Squeals Across the Cultivation World

"Speaking of which, this brings me to another new feature: ’Demonic Sect Express.’ As the name suggests, it’s for packaging and delivering the items you buy right to your doorstep. In other words, a Cultivator can buy anything they want without ever leaving their home."

"With livestream shopping, we’ll need a Magic Treasure for trading with Spirit Stones. That’s why the Bloodfiend Den is introducing the Trading Jade Token. We’ve already developed it, and our disciples are in the process of refining them now. Don’t forget to buy one when they’re released."

On the phone screen.

Celeste Grant held up a Jade Token, giving it a little shake.

"This is it, right here in my hand. We in The Demonic Sects have priced this Trading Jade Token very low; we’re barely making a profit. You can get one for just 38 low-grade spirit stones. I recommend everyone get one, as you’ll all be needing them in the future... and so on and so forth..."

On the phone screen.

Celeste Grant continued her eloquent pitch, her tone gentle.

"Alright, that’s about all I have to say for today. Everyone should understand by now. If you’re still not clear, just take a closer look at the user guide. Now that I’ve said what needed to be said, it’s time to relax. To celebrate the launch of these new phone features, we’ve prepared a performance for everyone."

She stretched out her hand.

"Don’t blink."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and in the next moment—

The view on the phone screen had changed.

Bamboo leaves drifted before their eyes.

’The scene changed just like that?’

The scene was set high above a bamboo forest.

A light breeze stirred.

Just then, a male cultivator dressed in white robes stood atop the bamboo, his back to the audience, playing a flute.

He had a tall, slender figure. His white robes, printed with a landscape painting, fluttered in the wind. Most striking of all was his long, snow-white hair, which flowed with a natural, silky grace.

His long, slender fingers held a Jade Flute to his lips. As he played, the sweet, winding melody flowed straight into the ears of all who listened.

The scene was stunningly beautiful, but the cultivator’s silhouette was even more so. The view of his back alone was enough to slay, instantly causing countless female cultivators across the Cultivation World to shriek with delight.

"Ahhh... so handsome..."

"Who is he... Why can’t we see his face? Turn around, quick!"

"Wahhh, my heart is pounding."

’Why do they think white hair is so good-looking? Aren’t all cultivators with white hair old men?’

’Judging by his figure, he’s very young.’

The male cultivators watching the livestream, however, scoffed at their phones. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

They muttered aloud.

"Tch... he’s just so-so."

"A Demon Cultivator is a Demon Cultivator. He might look good from the back, but he’s probably ugly as sin."

Regardless of what the male cultivators thought, the number of viewers was growing, with many new female cultivators flooding in to see the handsome man.

Right now, the female cultivators staring at their phones were completely lovestruck.

There were also Bloodfiend Den disciples in the livestream.

They recognized the flute player as Elder Sawyer in a single glance.

Holding their phones, they burst out laughing.

"Damn... that’s Elder Sawyer? With that kind of vibe, I almost didn’t recognize him."

"Even I have to admit, he looks handsome from the back."

"I never thought Old Man Sawyer could look like a completely different person just by changing his clothes."

...

The livestream’s comments were disabled. You could only watch, not comment or discuss.

Celeste Grant had done it on purpose, leaving the audience itching with curiosity, able to do nothing but clutch their phones in frustration.

At this moment, in a bamboo forest within the Bloodfiend Den.

That’s right, the very same bamboo forest.

Celeste Grant was standing not far away, watching the performance live.

The ones filming the livestream were disciples of the Bloodfiend Den.

As for camera equipment? That wasn’t necessary. They could film live directly with their phones. The current phones were high-grade Magic Treasures refined by the Bloodfiend Den, better than any camera.

Watching the scene before her, Celeste Grant whispered, "I have to say, the Cultivation World is great. You don’t need any damn wire harnesses; you can shoot all sorts of scenes directly."

"This killer view of Elder Sawyer’s back will surely make the female cultivators of the Cultivation World lose their minds."

Sometimes, not showing one’s face has a greater impact than showing it.

She had scrolled through so many videos and read so many novels, so of course she knew. For many female cultivators, white hair was a huge attraction.

At that moment, high above the bamboo forest, Elder Sawyer, who was playing the flute with his back to the camera, had a stiff expression on his face.

’So awkward.’

’So many people are staring at me.’

’Let this be over quickly.’

’My Lady... how about I just go kill someone for you instead? Who do you want me to kill? Or should I kill them all?’

He had been pulled in by his Lady at the last minute to be a placeholder. Luckily, he didn’t have to show his face; he just had to stand here and play a song.

Once the song was over, Elder Sawyer tapped his feet lightly and flew away, leaving only the corner of his robe to vanish from the camera’s view.

Seeing him leave.

The female cultivators in the livestream were still staring intently.

"Don’t go!"

"Why did he leave?"

"That person is a Demon Cultivator, how come I’ve never seen him before? Is there really someone like him in the Cultivation World?"

"I don’t recall."

Seeing the ’All Muted’ status at the bottom of their phones, they couldn’t even send a single message. They felt so frustrated right now.

Just then.

Celeste Grant’s figure reappeared before the livestream audience.

"I’m back! Did everyone enjoy the performance just now?"

"Sisters in front of the screen, I’m sure you’re all dying to know who that master flute player was. Allow me to introduce him. The one who just performed the flute piece for you is an elder from our Bloodfiend Den. This elder of ours possesses profound Cultivation and handsome looks. However, he doesn’t like showing his face, and I had to drag him here to play a song for you. If you like him, we’ll release the video of his performance as a separate post. When we do, please give him a little red heart."

"Ahhh! Yes! We want it!"

At this moment, in a Cultivator Sect.

Several female cultivators huddled together, their faces slightly flushed.

"We have to ’like’ it. Is that a Demon Cultivator? No, no, that’s my Taoist Companion. I want him to be my Taoist Companion."

Her Senior Brother beside her looked horrified. He grabbed her and said, "Junior Sister... calm down! No matter how handsome he is, he’s still a Demon Cultivator. This is all a conspiracy by The Demonic Sects. It’s meant to disturb your Dao hearts."

Those few female cultivators clutched their chests, their cheeks flushed red.

"Senior Brother, I think my Dao heart is telling me I want to have his children."

"Junior Sister, snap out of it! That man has a full head of white hair. He’s obviously an old man."

"No, he’s not! You can tell from his figure that he’s very young. And look at his long, fair fingers. I love them so much."

"You’re insane... You’ve all gone insane."

"He’s a Demon Cultivator! A Demon Cultivator who kills without blinking an eye."

"Senior Brother, it’s just killing. You talk as if you’ve never killed anyone."

As soon as she said this, the other female cultivators beside her nodded repeatedly.

"Exactly... Have you killed so few Demon Cultivators? So it’s okay for you to kill them, but it’s wrong for them to kill you? I think everyone in the Cultivation World is equal. We can’t have double standards."

"Look at that Demon Cultivator just now. The fact that he can play such a soul-purifying melody proves his heart isn’t dark. My intuition tells me he’s not a bad person."

"I get that feeling too. His playing was so beautiful."

"No... Junior Sisters, please, come to your senses."

"Damn Demon Cultivators! Using such crooked and wicked methods to bewitch our Junior Sisters. I’ll never coexist with you!"

Scenes like this were happening all across the Cultivation World.

At this moment, Elder Sawyer still had no idea that he had already gone viral.

He had become the white moonlight in the hearts of countless female cultivators!