"Even a pervert is better than a parasite! You think there aren't any perverts in the Netherworld?! There aren't any fewer than in the Blissful Heaven!"
The argument inside had gradually intensified, and Mu Yuan, seemingly intrigued, hurriedly dismounted and went in to watch the spectacle. Ning Xian and Yu Lin exchanged a glance—the Netherworld Heaven and the Paradise Heaven were arguing again?
They argue every three days, have a big fight every five days, and have a major brawl every ten days or so. Although I've gotten used to it, Yulin's position is truly awkward...
Sure enough, as soon as they stepped through the gate, they heard a loud shout: "Yu Lin! You're hanging out with You Mingtian's parasites again! Come back here right now!"
In the courtyard, black and white were clearly distinguished: those on the right were all dressed in black, and those on the left were all dressed in white, neither giving way to the other.
The white-clad figures summoned aggressively, while the black-clad figures retorted without backing down, "Yu Lin isn't like you perverts. She'd be better off coming to our Netherworld Heaven than staying with you for too long and catching your perversions!"
—It's truly a case of the pot calling the kettle black… There's a saying on the Demonic Path Cangming "Twisted" list: If we're talking about the number one twister in the Demonic Path, it should be Cangming Water Pavilion; if we're talking about the number one changer in the Demonic Path, it must be Youming Heaven.
—The annotation that follows roughly means that the Cangming Water Pavilion is distorted and the Youming Heaven is perverse.
Laughing at others as perverts in their own den of perverts... How can the actions of these people be so shameful?
Yu Lin was caught in the middle, feeling awkward, when finally she heard a voice: "The leader has arrived—"
The courtyard fell silent instantly; those arguing shut up, and those fighting withdrew their legs.
The cult leader's carriage entered through the main gate. The light green brocade was outlined with fresh bamboo colors, and the curtains on all sides hung down and swayed gently in the wind, making the carriage cool and free of sunlight. The carriage stopped after entering the gate, and a handsome young servant held an umbrella in front of the carriage, waiting for the cult leader to get off.
A slender, white hand lifted the tent flap, revealing long, delicate fingers that shimmered like jade. Before them stood a young man, seemingly only seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a blue robe. He was neither a boy nor a grown man, existing on a delicate, enigmatic line. The blue robe draped loosely over his slender frame, fluttering in the wind, giving him an air of fragility. His appearance was breathtaking—beautiful and serene, like a bamboo grove growing in the darkest corner of a dense forest, mysterious and verdant, yet pale as if ravaged by illness, possessing a fatal allure that compelled one to hold on tightly, as if he might vanish at any moment.
He stepped down from the carriage and was immediately sheltered under the shade of a parasol by a young servant.
He ignored the tense atmosphere that lingered in the courtyard and was about to walk through the distinct black and white crowds on either side when he paused slightly beside Ning Xian and glanced at her.
"I heard you got married?" The voice was like the wind rustling through the forest, wavering uncertainly in the silence.
Ning Xian smiled back, "Yes."
She's just going home to get married, how come the whole church seems to know?
Dongfang Qingming's eyes were dark and deep, like an endless, dense forest in the night; once you enter, you can't escape. A faint, melancholy smile tugged at his pale face. "From now on... I'll be lonely... Why didn't you ever tell me?" A hint of resentment lingered beneath his pale, lonely smile. In front of all the followers, he didn't hesitate to present them with a poignant portrayal of a heartbroken young man...
Ning Xian's face went from mistake to horror, then from horror to annoyance, and he asked with a face full of black lines, "Master... please stop playing tricks on me."
Dongfang Qingming smiled faintly, without a trace of the resentment and loneliness he had just shown. "Everything I said is true."
"I believe you're real, I'm such a fool... "Why didn't I see you being this attentive before our marriage..."
"Is that so... I've always thought Ning Xian was quite interesting."
She forced a smile, "...Thank you for your appreciation, Master."
"You're welcome." Dongfang Qingming walked past her, through the distinct black and white crowds on either side, and headed towards the main hall. Once the sect leader's figure disappeared through the gate, the previously silent courtyard suddenly erupted into a cacophony of noise, as if the interrupted scene had suddenly resumed, and everything continued.
"Yulin, come back!"
"Yulin, why don't you just come to the Netherworld Heaven and stop hanging out with those perverts!"
"A parasite raised by a pervert has no right to speak!"
"..."
"..."
The cult members were locked in fierce fighting when Ning Xian looked up to look for Mu Yuan, only to find that he had somehow followed the cult leader inside—he almost always followed the cult leader whenever he appeared. This had always made Ning Xian suspicious that this person, who spent his days loafing around doing nothing, had managed to become the Left Envoy, leaving all the affairs to the Right Envoy, while he himself wandered around causing trouble without anyone saying anything; he was probably having an affair with the cult leader.
The Demonic Cult is a place where relationships are always chaotic and morality is unknown.
Now that the cult leader is gone and Mu Yuan is nowhere to be seen, who will tell these people to quiet down?
She really wanted to speak up and stop them, but even if she could control the followers of the Netherworld Heaven, the people of the Blissful Heaven wouldn't listen to her. Although Yu Lin was there, and was the [Qilin] of the Four Spirits of the Blissful Heaven, he was still young, and everyone treated him like a younger brother. In this noisy situation, why would they listen to him?
Ning Xian had a headache from the noise, when he heard Yu Lin call out, "Feng!"
She looked up and, sure enough, saw a figure on the steps of the main hall leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed, coldly and arrogantly watching the chaotic scene. He wore a white robe with crimson flame patterns winding along the hem—it was the [Phoenix] of the Four Spirits!
Yu Lin was about to push through the crowd to tell him to stop everyone, but Ning Xian stopped him, and they met those cold, arrogant eyes across the crowd—
"Ning Xian?"
"No need to go."
The Netherworld and the Paradise are at odds, especially among several of its guardians, one of whom is Feng.
She dared to say that since Feng was here, he was most likely the one who started the fight, so why would he come out to stop it?
Looking at Ning Xian's unwavering eyes, Feng snorted coldly and turned to leave.
—The Netherworld is full of perverts.
Ning Xian went further and determined that in the Netherworld, the degree of "beauty" and "perversion" were absolutely related.
Chapter Fourteen: The Netherworld Cult 2
"Okay, so now we can only..."
"Stop them?"
"—Let's go!" Ning Xian nodded, becoming even more certain of his decision.
Yu Lin asked in confusion, "Huh!? You're just going to leave it like this?"