Chapter 204: Chapter 202: The Enchantress of the Demonic Sects, Disturbing My Dao Heart

Back at the Bloodfiend Den, Celeste Grant appeared on the livestream camera.

She smiled faintly and said, "To all my ladies watching, I’m sure you’re all dying to know the name of the elder who was just playing the flute. I can’t tell you that... Our elder values his peace and quiet and doesn’t like to be disturbed. So, all I can tell you is... he’s Elder Sawyer of our Bloodfiend Den."

"The first performance is over. What would you like to see next?"

At her words, the viewers stared at the chat box—where everyone was muted—and gritted their teeth. ’Her question is completely pointless,’ they thought. ’We can’t send a single message.’

Then, they heard her speak again.

"Oh, whoops... I forgot you can’t send messages. But that’s alright. We’ve prepared other performances for you. Next up, we’ll treat you to some dances and songs from the female cultivators of our Bloodfiend Den. Don’t blink now, let’s enjoy the show."

In the next moment.

A courtyard appeared on screen, complete with a small bridge over a flowing stream, pavilions, and storied verandas.

Before a circular moon gate in the courtyard, a female cultivator in a red qipao appeared, holding a round silk fan.

A voice began to sing.

"Without her by my side,"

"Even the finest scenery is dull and mute."

"The spring rain awakens the budding branches."

...

The viewers watching the female cultivator on their phone screens were all stunned.

It wasn’t just the male cultivators who enjoyed watching beautiful people; the female cultivators did, too.

The male cultivators watching the livestream held their breath, their eyes glued to their phones.

That waist... those legs...

’What a figure!’

’And she’s so beautiful!’

The eyes of the male cultivators holding their phones lit up.

"So this is The Enchantress of The Demonic Sects... She’s so beautiful."

"She looked at me... She just looked at me!"

"No, she was clearly looking at me!"

Some of the more bashful male cultivators felt it was improper to stare so intently at a female cultivator. They blushed and averted their gaze, only for their eyes to inevitably drift back to the screen.

As for the female cultivators in the audience, they too were stunned at first sight.

"GASP... So beautiful."

That waist, those legs, and that impressive figure made many of the more modestly built female cultivators burn with envy. They glanced down at their own chests...

...and saw only... ’So small.’ ’How do these female cultivators from The Demonic Sects grow like this?’ they wondered. ’Full in all the right places, slender where it counts... I want a body like that too.’

’And their clothes are so unique.’

’I’ve never seen anything like them.’

The female cultivators watching were all curious where the performers had bought their outfits.

"This dress is gorgeous, so beautiful... What style is it? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Where can I buy one? I have to get one for myself."

Some of the female cultivators looked from the performer’s figure on screen to their own bodies. ’I’d definitely look good in a dress like that,’ they thought.

"What is this song...? It’s beautiful."

"What a graceful melody."

On screen, the female cultivator swayed her slender waist, dancing lightly with her fan before disappearing from view.

The camera panned back to the pavilions and verandas, the small bridge over the flowing stream.

Nearby, another female cultivator in a pink qipao danced gracefully beneath a peach blossom tree. She was like a peach blossom in full, dazzling bloom.

The song continued, accompanying her dance.

"Who knew the spring could be so fair,"

"When first I saw her strolling by the creek,"

"She plucked a single peach blossom,"

"A garden of spring in a crimson streak."

"Brewing its fragrance into fresh tea..."

(Song: "Distant Longing." Original Singer: Willow Wayne.)

In the Cultivation World, cultivators of The Immortal and Demonic Paths spent their time either in Cultivation or in bloody battle. When would they ever have seen something like this?

The cultivators watching the livestream were staring so intently they were about to burn holes through their phones.

On the screen, another female cultivator glided across the small bridge holding an oil-paper umbrella as pink petals drifted past the camera.

The scene was absolutely breathtaking.

The song ended, and the female cultivators had vanished from the screen, but the male cultivators watching on their phones were still lost in a trance.

「Primal Heaven Sword Sect.」

On Oblivion Peak, the Eldest Disciple, a man who usually dedicated himself wholeheartedly to Cultivation, was now holding a phone with an utterly conflicted expression.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

’The Enchantress... She has corrupted my Dao-heart!’

’These Demon Cultivators are so insidious, using tactics like this. I can’t let this happen... I must warn my junior brothers to be cautious and not let their minds be swayed.’

Just then, Celeste Grant reappeared on the screen. She was sitting in a Taishi Chair, one leg crossed over the other, casually cracking melon seeds.

When it came to looks, Celeste Grant, with her fair skin and stunning features, was more beautiful than anyone. Yet, no one in the livestream chat dared to harbor any inappropriate thoughts about her.

Some people were the type you could admire from a distance but never dare to profane. Celeste Grant was one of them.

The Demon Cultivators held only respect and fear for Celeste Grant—the reverence of subordinates for their master’s wife. As for the cultivators of the Immortal Sects, they instinctively associated her with being the wife of The Blood-Venerate of The Demonic Sects. A woman like that could be admired, but she was not someone they dared to provoke.

After all, who would be foolish enough to have ideas about The Archfiend’s wife? They’d likely die without ever knowing what hit them.

Celeste Grant glanced at the camera.

She spoke, "Did you all enjoy that performance? No need to answer, I already know you loved it."

"To all the female cultivators watching, listen up! The dresses our Bloodfiend Den cultivators were wearing are called qipaos. You’ve all seen the effect. They’re our latest design, and we’ll be making them available for sale soon. If you like them, you can buy one. Ladies, buy one for yourselves. Gents, buy one for your beloved Taoist Companion. Everyone’s a winner."

"Alright, that’s enough of that. We’ve got more performances lined up for you. On with the show!"

As soon as she finished speaking, his phone screen went black.

It lit up again a moment later.

This time, a folding screen appeared.

Bathed in dim light, the silhouette of a figure danced gracefully behind it, just out of clear view.

The gentle strains of a qin tugged at the heartstrings. Behind the screen, only a shadow could be seen—a graceful figure with slender wrists and soft fingers. A pair of long legs spun gently, and with every step, the viewers held their breath.

That slender waist... it felt like it was twisting its way right into their hearts. It made everyone watching instinctively want to knock over the screen and see just who was dancing behind it.

’So beautiful...’

The Eldest Disciple’s eyes were wide and unblinking.

Yet, he still muttered an excuse. ’It’s still early. I can watch a little longer and still have time to cultivate. I’d just like to see what other tricks these Demon Cultivators have up their sleeves.’

He felt a sudden warmth in his nose. Raising a hand to wipe it away, he realized he was having a nosebleed.

And it wasn’t just him. All across the Cultivation World, male cultivators watching the livestream were feeling the exact same way.

Just like the female cultivators who shrieked with delight at the sight of a handsome man, these male cultivators, upon seeing such beautiful women, felt their own Dao-hearts waver and their hearts pound in their chests.

"With such beautiful dance moves, the person herself must be an incredibly beautiful female cultivator."

"So this is what it feels like to fall in love."

"If I could become Taoist Companions with a woman like that, I’d have no regrets on the long path to immortality."