Chapter 104: Where is your sword?

Of course, this was just the tout man’s overthinking things.

First, He Qiu had no special fetish for defiling purity.

Second, he didn’t discriminate against these brothel women.

They were often forced into selling themselves and were quite pitiful.

There was still an essential difference between them and those beggar chickens in his Previous Life who actively sold themselves.

Moreover, when it came to a place like a brothel, this was actually He Qiu’s first time visiting.

It wasn’t that he expected any special service; he was simply very curious about the atmosphere, architecture, and environment inside.

Don’t even mention it.

A brothel was indeed a brothel; it really had that ancient flavor.

Just the hazy rouge fragrance in the air was enough to make a person’s nature lustful and restless.

Overall, the tout man had misunderstood He Qiu.

Although he couldn’t be called a gentleman, he was absolutely not scum.

“Young Master, this way please.”

Soon, the tout man led He Qiu to a secret room.

The soundproofing here was very good.

The voices of the common prostitutes in the main hall outside were completely cut off, and paired with the countless rare antique ceramics at the entrance, the classiness of the high-level meeting room was instantly raised.

The tout man also brought over a full tray of masks from the side and handed it to He Qiu.

“Young Master, choose a mask you like.”

“Mm…”

He Qiu couldn’t help but sigh that this guy really was perceptive.

He was originally a disciple of the Longyin Sect, and sneaking alone into this dangerous place was very risky.

But before he even had to speak up, the tout man brought the mask over.

It was simply heaven helping him!

After some hesitation, He Qiu picked up a white fox mask, covering his eyes and nose, leaving only half his face below the tip of his nose exposed.

Then, he flicked his sleeve and pushed the door open.

Behind him, several black-clad guards watched and couldn’t help but feel moved.

This Young Lord’s honored guest was indeed imposing, and even his walk carried the aura of a big shot.

“Tsk tsk, the lord is truly young and accomplished~”

“What are you looking at? Another honored guest is here, hurry and welcome them!”

“Yes, yes…”

He Qiu naturally couldn’t hear the voices of the Outer Gate Demon Sect guards.

Because as soon as he entered the room, he was immediately met with the gazes of seven or eight masked people.

The guests inside were all dressed differently.

A long table was set up in the center of the meeting room, and countless masked mysterious Demon Cultivators sat in two rows.

He Qiu stood at the door, feeling a bit awkward for a moment.

But he didn’t just stand there foolishly.

He still maintained the aura of a “big shot,” walked directly to the side seat at the very front of the long table, sat down with his arms crossed, calm and composed, looking straight ahead.

He Qiu knew that the closer to the front a seat was, the higher the status it symbolized.

But the problem was, on this long table, there were now only two seats left, and these two choices happened to be at the two sides of the very front of the long table, undoubtedly symbolizing the Demon Sect big boss’s left and right arms.

“Hm?”

At the very front, at the head of the long table, a certain bewitching woman slightly turned her eyes and stared at the youth beside her with a confused expression.

Actually, Wan Caimei couldn’t say she recognized every member of this meeting.

These were all big figures she had gathered from various forces of the Demon Sect.

The purpose was to conspire for a great cause and backstab the current reigning Demon Venerable.

They all belonged to the Demon Race’s left-wing faction.

Previously, there had been some small private conversations, but a formal assembly with everyone present like this was truly a first.

So strictly speaking, this long table had no fixed ranking.

Whoever felt they were more capable would consciously sit further forward.

But the problem was, Wan Caimei didn’t remember any strong person with the handsome and refined Young Hero image of He Qiu.

“Young brother, where is your sword?”

She smiled and spoke to test him.

Where is your sword?

This was a Demon Sect code, meaning to show a token that could prove identity.

So, this sentence wasn’t really asking whether someone had brought a sword.

But He Qiu didn’t know this kind of code…

“Sword, come!”

After a moment of hesitation, the youth suddenly sat up.

Relying on his on-the-spot reaction, he directly raised his hand to summon his sword.

Instantly, terrifying Sword Cold shrouded the entire meeting room.

The Sword Intent brought by Can Xue’s descent was not inferior in the slightest to An Lingran’s intensity back then.

Weng weng!—

The Ice Sword entered the table, killing intent running wild.

He Qiu actually waved his hand directly, thrust Can Xue through, and planted it upside down on the long table!

For a moment, the whole room was shocked.

Everyone sprang from their seats, stepped back three paces, and stared in terror at the youth who had suddenly drawn his sword.

And at the very front of the long table, the bewitching woman with a thin veil also widened her beautiful eyes, breaking into a cold sweat from the Ice Sword planted upright before her.

“Little brother, is this sword of yours pleasing to the eye?”

The youth recited leisurely, every word filled with confidence.

Now He Qiu had already gone deep into the enemy camp, and the Demon Sect was a world where the weak were prey to the strong and strength was revered.

So He Qiu thought, this woman who looked like a boss made him show his sword, naturally knowing that the original owner of this seat was a “swordsman.”

But because He Qiu was a new face, the hostess became somewhat suspicious of him and wanted him to prove his sword cultivation.

So, if He Qiu wanted to smoothly replace the guest in the original seat, he naturally had to use his greatest strength to display his own power, bluffing as much as possible, preferably gaining the recognition of these Demon Cultivators.

However, what he didn’t know was that he not only gained the Demon Cultivators’ recognition, but also scared them half to death.

They had roamed the martial world and struggled for so many years, yet had never seen such terrifying Sword Cold!

Moreover, the ice this youth used was not an ordinary forged sword, but a Sword Spirit that only high-level Sword Cultivators could summon, and even an ice-cold Evil Spirit thick with killing intent!

Gulp…

Behind him, several Demon Cultivators couldn’t help trembling all over.

They stared in astonishment at the bewitching woman organizing the meeting at the very front of the long table, thinking that this newly appointed Demon Sect Young Lord was indeed no simple figure!

A single letter could actually summon a Demon Cultivator swordsman of this level!

This meeting’s value is a bit high…

For a moment, everyone had their own thoughts, wary of each other, and the atmosphere froze.

At the very front, Wan Caimei in her purple-You veil forced a smile, looked up at the white-robed youth beside her with cold eyes, her expression complex.

She asked where his sword was simply because she saw him sitting near the front and had only a faint impression of him, so she wanted him to prove his identity, nothing more.

If He Qiu hadn’t sat so far forward, had sat in the back, or stood to the side less conspicuously, then it would have been fine if she didn’t remember him well.

But the key was that he sat beside her, which showed he was very confident in his status.

So, it was even more necessary for her to figure out his identity.

But she hadn’t expected that when she asked where his sword was, he actually drew his sword.

An Ice Sword planted upside down on the long table, terrifying Sword Intent covering the whole room, like a frozen war god descending upon the mortal world.

This was undoubtedly a show of force!

The implication was that she had invited him as a guest, yet still doubted his identity.

He was angered by such rude treatment, which was why he was so aggressive, wanting to give her a warning in return, as if scolding her for failing to recognize Mount Tai with her eyes!

What a big temper…

What a fierce personality…

No wonder he’s a Demon Cultivator of the younger generation; he should have this kind of killing intent!

Wan Caimei wasn’t angry at all.

To be able to gather such a powerful Demon Cultivator as an ally to conspire for a great cause together, she couldn’t be happier.

So, the charming woman gently sat up, leaned close to the youth, and said in a coquettish, charming voice by his ear:

“Young Master’s sword~ truly amazing, please sit down.”