Chapter 22: Chapter 22: State Preceptor, Let’s Be Friends

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After fiddling with the ship for a while, Li Xiaobai lost interest in it.

This thing looks quite impressive, but it’s such an easy target—if an enemy attacks, there’s no escaping.

“Junior brother, how many seconds do you think the State Preceptor can last inside?” Yang Chen mocked as he stared at the cabin.

“Hopefully, he can be a five-second real man,” Liu Jinshui chuckled.

The State Preceptor was really something, so arrogant and full of himself that getting skinned alive and strung up would be well deserved.

In the midst of their conversation, Li Shejin pushed open the door and walked inside, casually locking it behind him.

“That’s like holding a lantern in the latrine—looking for shit.” Li Xiaobai shook his head and sighed; there was nothing he could do if someone was courting death so eagerly.

Elder Sun was also leaning over the bow to enjoy the scenery, allowing things to run their course, his face livid with anger from the previous conversation.

What scions of eminent families—in the absence of the ties between Zhenyuan Country and Central Province, they would have long since helped the other party ascend to the Western Paradise.

Inside the room,

Su Yunbing and Ye Wushuang had chilly expressions; they had not expected Li Shejin to really dare to enter.

As he watched the two graceful beauties seated on the edge of the bed, Li Shejin could feel a flame rising up from his lower abdomen.

“Heh heh, ladies, do you find the room satisfactory?”

Li Shejin tried to suppress his excitement, hoping to appear a bit more dignified.

“Very much so,” Ye Wushuang responded with a light laugh.

“That’s great to hear. We’ll soon be entering Zhenyuan Country, and if you have any needs, just tell me. If anyone bullies you, I’ll sort it out for you!”

“Heh heh, you know, I am a strong practitioner with a third-level Golden Core. Your Elder Sun has only just barely reached this realm. In the entire Immortal Feather Sect, only the Sect Leader can contend with me to some extent.”

“Heh heh, we thank the State Preceptor for that,” they replied.

“Of course, honestly, I do have a soft spot for you ‘sisters.’ If…”

Li Shejin, taking the opportunity, also sat on the edge of the bed, prattling on as his hand, uncontrollably, wrapped around Ye Wushuang’s waist.

Noticing that she didn’t resist, Li Shejin’s smile grew wider, and his actions became bolder.

Intending to roam about a bit.

Yet, he quickly realized that something was wrong. The frail, boneless comfort of her waist was gradually fading, replaced by a stiffness, as rigid as stone.

Looking down, he noticed his hand wrapped around Ye Wushuang’s waist had turned completely emerald green.

“Ah!”

The sound of a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the cabin.

“What… what is this?”

“You wench, you dare to harm me!”

“Do you know who I am? No one has ever dared to treat a citizen of Zhenyuan Country like this! Hand over the antidote immediately, I might let you off this time!”

Li Shejin’s face contorted, his eyes filled with panic and unease.

The emerald green toxin was spreading swiftly from his palm to his arm; in a short moment, the entire arm had turned green.

As his body gradually lost feeling, Li Shejin grew more terrified and tried to call for Elder Sun.

“Damn it, such a coward, so afraid of death, and still rambling so much, how did you ever get by in this world!”

Su Yunbing had long since run out of patience. She slapped him hard, sending Li Shejin flying across the room, crashing to the floor with his teeth knocked out, coughing up blood.

“How is this possible, mere disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect possessing such cultivation!”

It was at that moment he realized that these women were far from ordinary disciples—their cultivation levels were much higher than his.

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Looking at the situation, it seemed they had no intention of letting him leave alive.

“A mere Zhenyuan Country, trying to pull something over on me?”

Su Yunbing looked disdainful as she grabbed Li Shejin’s jaw. With a snap, his jaw was dislocated, rendering his mouth immovable. Li Shejin could no longer speak and could only make continuous, panicked yelps that displayed his terror.

“Li Shejin, is it? The State Preceptor, is it? Don’t worry, my sisters and I will provide you with a full range of services,” Ye Wushuang said, still smiling widely.

“The poison on you isn’t lethal; it will only make you lose sensation. But your consciousness will remain very clear.”

“Why waste words on him? Junior Sister, if you have any poison, just pour it into his mouth. If he survives, it’s his luck; if he dies, just drag him away.”

Su Yunbing blocked the door to prevent Li Shejin from escaping.

Li Shejin’s trouser leg dampened in embarrassment; a fishy smell began to drift through the air. The guy had actually been frightened into wetting himself.

“State Preceptor, didn’t you say you had a soft spot for us sisters? Drink this, then we’ll be good friends…”

Ye Wushuang pulled out a small bottle and forcefully poured its contents into Li Shejin’s mouth.

“Xingtian Sect will not let you go…”

Li Shejin’s pupils constricted, and his eyes gradually became dull…

…

On the deck, the disciples were attentively sensing the movement inside the cabin.

Just five seconds after Li Shejin entered, his screams had pierced the sky, but now the room had suddenly fallen eerily silent, as if something even more terrifying was about to happen.

Elder Sun was also feeling some regret at this time, regretting his act of pique. If he had stopped Li Shejin earlier, although he would have been cursed out, he could at least have saved his life.

Now it was too late for regrets.

“That State Preceptor, he must be dead, right?” a disciple asked, unable to refrain.

“Does that even need to be said? Dead as a doornail, probably being dismembered as we speak.”

Yang Chen laughed heartily, taking great pleasure in punishing the State Preceptor.

“The door’s opening!”

“He’s coming out, he’s coming out!”

Moments later, the door to the cabin opened. Contrary to everyone’s expectations, Li Shejin walked out unharmed, followed by Su Yunbing and Ye Wushuang.

What was going on?

The disciples were puzzled; the screams from earlier were no ruse, so how could these three walk out together so amicably?

Li Xiaobai was also very confused, but more so, he felt that there was something off about the State Preceptor now, though he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

Seeing Li Shejin emerge unscathed, Elder Sun exhaled a long breath of relief; no matter what, it was good that the man was still alive.

But then his brow furrowed, as he sharply sensed something amiss about Li Shejin now.

“Cough cough, State Preceptor, my disciple didn’t cause you any trouble, did she?” Elder Sun asked tentatively.

“Heh, how could she? Your disciple is quite excellent. I really want to have a long talk with them, to let our ideals soar!”

Hearing Elder Sun’s question, Li Shejin seemed to regain some vigor, but there was a hint of dullness in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Elder Sun felt a chill in his heart.

He was all too familiar with this situation; it was the Puppetry Technique. Someone had used a special method to forcefully erase the person’s consciousness, turning them into a completely obedient puppet.

Although they might act normally on a day-to-day basis, when it comes to matters involving their master, they become extremely zealous.

If someone were to discover this, it could potentially escalate into a diplomatic issue between the Immortal Feather Sect and Zhenyuan Country. In a serious case, it could even be said that the Immortal Feather Sect intended to steal the secrets of Zhenyuan Country.

Damn it, this would be even worse than killing him!