Paragon of Sin

He Yangeli felt as if he was caught between a mountain and three tigresses, and his heart could barely hold out. Was this how he would die? The thought of dying at the hands of a beauty wasn't too bad, if only it was in a warm bed, in her loving embrace, not on this dastardly planet!

"Oh? Seems like you have a few foxes hunting you. You must be popular with the ladies, huh? What's your secret?" The white-robed cultivator chuckled, clearly amused by this situation. However, the undertone of greed and desire was laced in every syllable. Those blood-red eyes beneath his hood were like an ocean of flowing, hot blood. It tainted the very air it looked to with a bloody scent.

It was difficult to discern the figure's facial features, as there seemed to be a potent concealment formation beneath the hood, obscuring both visual and spiritual senses. Those malevolent, bloody eyes of his surreptitiously inspected the trio's figures.

"What potent Yin you two have, and your blood energies are...delectable." As the white-robed cultivator spoke more, the more bestial his tone became. The rampant desire and animalistic nature were leaking from his body. These three were first-class women-no, beyond first-class! And two of them were still virgins!

Those greedy eyes swept across Lin Ziyan and Na Xinyi's Primal Yin-possessing bodies. There wasn't a single curve that wasn't outstanding on any of them, from head to toe, from eyelash to nail, there was nothing that he could criticize. Wasn't this his lucky day?

"How about you play with me instead?" An aura began to gently flow outward from his robes. It was dark, turbid, and bloody, tainting the vegetation in the area in a tint of glaring red.

Wu Baozhai and Na Xinyi glanced at each other in unison; within the depths of their pupils, a mutually exchanged light of thought and decision flickered within.

He Yanglei heard the white-robed cultivator and he was stunned on the spot. This guy was trying to poach the Extreme Yin Empress? He must have a death wish! Well, even if he wanted to die, He Yanglei had no intention or desire to seek out death. He was about to leave, but he tumbled to the ground.

As he fell, his breathing grew rougher and labored. "Am I really poisoned?" He couldn't help but question as he inspected his body, finding no signs of any poisonous substances. In fact, he couldn't find the cause of his weakness.

"Haha, you shouldn't try to move. You've breathed in too many Desolate Weed Spores. If my guess is correct, you must possess a Water Astral Soul. Am I right?" The white-robed cultivator moved to He Yanglei's side, squatting as he inspected his pale and exhausted expression. There were drops of sweat falling like rain from his forehead and neck. He was drenched.

"Ho-how did you..." He Yanglei felt weaker by the passing second. What was Desolate Weed Spores?

"Truly an amateur; the Everworld is the King of Everlore's garden, and he conducted many different experiments to create various plant life through grafting and environmental cultivation. He was a renowned cultivator that grasped profound Wood-attributed Powers as well as an Alchemic Soul.

"As for those Desolate Weed Spores, they were grafted from Desolate Stones, the Drought-God Fungus, and the common weed. Unlike normal plants, this plant grows inside the body, siphoning the body of moisture and energy. Your Water Astral Soul is greatly compensating because of that in an attempt to regulate your moisture levels, but it's falling for the plant's predatory intent," the white-robed cultivator gently swiped his finger against the weak He Yanglei, showing potently refined water manifested from Water Force.

"How did you know that?" Lin Ziyan was astonished. This white-robed cultivator was incredibly knowledgeable.

"Oh? Blue-eyed fairy, if you want to know more, how about coming with me tonight? I'll tell you many, many things." The white-robed cultivator smiled brightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

Lin Ziyan astonished went kaput instantly, replaced with disgust and an emotionless gaze.

"Sister Ziyan, don't let He Yanglei die." Wu Baozhai said as she and Na Xinyi stepped away from each other.

Na Xinyi brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "Who are you here for? Us or her?" While the Everlore Association tried its best to seal information about the Chosen King Competition, there were a few things that could inevitably leak over the years.

One of those things was the Evil Sentinels of Everworld, a group of cultivators that were sentenced to handling the Everworld. A lot of the malicious plants were born out of their influence or outright manipulated by them from the shadows.

However, there were always four Evil Sentinels that roamed the Everworld in each competition. There was one for each of the following stages: Gravity Emission Phase, Realm World Phase, Temporal Eye Phase, and Star Core Phase. Their initial purpose was simple:

Kill those who kill!

However, they had restrictions; each Evil Sentinel could only attack those at or above their Cultivation Stage, not below.

"Oh? Seems like you two know what I'm here for. How reckless of you then," the white-robed cultivator's laughter shook the trees and caused the nearby flowers to reverse their bloomed states. "You three exuded such unrestrained killing intent, but I'm here for just you two. Did you think I wouldn't come?" As he spoke, his Star Core Phase cultivation base was faintly exposed.

"No, we expected you to come." Na Xinyi nonchalantly replied, seemingly unbothered by the Evil Sentinel's attitude or aura. "Your badge will be worth a lot of advantages in the first challenge, yeah?"

"Oh?" The Starlord Evil Sentinel brought out a blood-colored cross, teasingly saying: "You mean this little thing? Yeah. You'll get some benefits if you can take it from my corpse. But, can you?" He dangled it like a piece of meat and smiled, placing it back into his Spatial Ring in an open fashion as if screaming for them to try, "Or perhaps I'll be enjoying myself with a heavenly threesome today."

He turned to the profusely sweating and limped He Yanglei. "Fortunately for you, I can not claim your heart for myself. Silly rules, right? Well, my Junior Brother will do so later." A toothy grin was revealed beneath the hood, relishing in He Yanglei's coming death.

He Yanglei's already pale expression turned ghastly white.

"Sister Ziyan, please make sure He Yanglei does not die." Wu Baozhai asked. There were many questions she wanted to ask, and Na Xinyi definitely wanted to do other things. "Rock-Paper-Scissors?" Wu Baozhai suggested.

"Mil. Thirty-second turns?" Na Xinyi said.

"Don't you think that's too long?" Wu Baozhai eyed Na Xinyi with a knowing gaze. She lifted her palm, holding out her fingers and thumb. "Five seconds."Na Xinyi nodded, "Five seconds."

"Oh? I'm no five-second man! Please do not hype your abilities only to be disappointed when you're pleading for more," the Starlord Evil Sentinel brightly smiled, his gaze as lewd as one could imagine.

Na Xinyi and Wu Baozhai ignored him, their expression abnormally serious, as if they wrere about to wage war against the world.

"Rock!" Na Xinyi and Wu Baozhai uttered together.

"Paper!"

"Scissors!"

"SHOT!"

Na Xinyi had paper.

Wu Baozhai had scissors.

"I go first," Wu Baozhai brightly smiled. Despite typical her imperialistic, straight-laced demeanor, for this one moment, she looked as if she was a joyful young lady enjoying herself. Just her smile could w'arm the heart.