Chapter Seventeen: The Enchantress of the Demon Cult and the Aloof Buddhist Disciple (3)

Their pure and ascetic appearance combined with the solemn demeanor of cultivators made them even more striking. The wanderers in the inn were naturally passionate, and seeing so many beautiful young nuns stirred great excitement among them. However, the middle-aged lead nun’s stern face and formidable aura kept everyone at a cautious distance.

“Master, let’s stay here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow,” a delicate-looking nun respectfully asked the lead nun.

Ah, what a coincidence—this was precisely the beloved White Moonlight cherished by the Buddhist disciple Kong Xuanxin.

White Moonlight was no exaggeration; the girl’s name was literally Moonlight.

The lead nun was the head of the Emei Sect, known as Master Compassion.

Yet, her name was far from her manner of conduct. The martial world knew that Master Compassion was ruthless and merciless toward evildoers. It was said that her family was slaughtered by bandits when she was a child, and she was saved by an elderly nun who took her in and ordained her. After her master’s passing, she took over as leader, her martial skills unfathomable, driven by a hatred of evil and a vow to eradicate all wickedness.

Clad in grayish-white robes and bearing a solemn expression, none of the young nuns behind her dared to act out of line.

It was clear that Master Compassion held Moonlight in high regard.

To Fan Sijin, Moonlight’s first impression was very favorable; she appeared as a cute and charming young girl.

To Tan Qin, Moonlight was an enemy, but to Fan Sijin, she was merely an inexperienced maiden.

After observing for a while outside, Fan Sijin returned inside.

No wonder her sect leader father urgently summoned her, and even Master Compassion came personally—there must be more esteemed experts gathering.

With so many masters in one place, if they were besieged by righteous forces, no matter how formidable, one against a hundred would be hard to win.

Fan Sijin was somewhat puzzled by her father’s intentions. The sect leader’s hatred for the righteous was genuine and deep—otherwise, why would he allow his late wife’s daughter to venture into the martial world and endure such bloodshed?

The upcoming martial arts tournament in seven days was likely to bring about something significant.

Fan Sijin pondered this while gently poking a little green caterpillar with her finger. The caterpillar raised its plump head and “looked” at her—if those two tiny black sesame-like spots were eyes, it seemed a bit aggrieved. It rubbed against her finger and then resumed nibbling on the greens.

With the arrival of the nuns, the inn quickly filled with guests.

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In the dead of night, Fan Sijin couldn’t sleep. Her hearing was extraordinary, and she immediately caught the faint sound of breathing outside the door.

Who would visit in the middle of the night?

A soft blowing sound came, and Fan Sijin quickly flopped onto the table, pretending to be asleep.

The door was pushed open, and two figures slipped inside quietly. Seeing Fan Sijin motionless and bent over the table as if asleep, one rough-voiced man exclaimed excitedly, “Hey, big brother! This little lady really passed out! This stuff is damn effective!”

“Shh! Such a loud noise—aren’t you afraid someone will hear? Go bolt the door,” said the other, a lower and calmer voice. They spoke in hushed tones, sneaking around like thieves.

“Heh, I saw that little lady coming into the inn today—she’s really stunning. That tender little face, probably only fourteen or fifteen years old? Could squeeze water from her skin, seriously!”

“Cut the crap. As usual, I go first, you follow after.”

“No problem, big brother!”

Their chatter nearly made Fan Sijin laugh. Finally, in this world, she met men bold enough to try to rob her beauty. It was oddly touching, though she didn’t know why.

She lightly moved her finger, and a small insect slipped quietly from beneath her fingernail.

The rough man suddenly groaned “ouch,” and the lower voice hurriedly covered his mouth, scolding, “Are you crazy?! Don’t you know there’s an old nun next door? That one’s not to be trifled with! If she hears this, our legendary names as the twin flower thieves are finished!”

“No, big brother, I... I suddenly feel such pain all over! Ah—”

The last scream was an unrestrained shriek.

It was unimaginable for a man to scream like that.

Fan Sijin chuckled quietly. The little insect had returned to her, and she resumed her act of drowsy sleep.

In the blink of an eye, the door was kicked open.

“How dare you vile thieves commit your crimes under this humble nun’s nose! Today, you shall not leave alive!” Master Compassion declared coldly. “Moonlight, go check on that girl.”

The low-voiced man shouted in alarm and didn’t even look back to help the rough one; he fled. Master Compassion swiftly threw a hidden weapon, and the man tumbled headfirst out the window.

Judging from the muffled grunt, it must have hurt badly.

When the nuns gathered at the window to pursue, the man had already vanished without a trace.

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Those two flower thieves were mediocre in martial arts but masters of lightness skill. Missing their strike, catching them again would be difficult.

Master Compassion did not send the other nuns after them because these flower thieves had roamed the martial world for years, surely possessing countless tricks, while the other young nuns were novices; even if their martial skills were superior, it would be futile.

It was only a pity they caught just one.

Moonlight approached Fan Sijin, curiously examining the girl’s attire as she lay across the table. She gently turned her over and gasped inwardly. Such a beautiful girl! With such looks, it was no wonder the twin flower thieves had targeted her.

She sighed softly, taking out a small porcelain bottle, opening its stopper, and gently waving it under Fan Sijin’s nose.

Fan Sijin “awoke from a deep dream,” surprised to see so many people in the room. “Who are you all...?”

“Do not fear, young lady. These men are flower thieves. This humble nun has already ended one’s life,” Master Compassion said, preparing to act.

Fan Sijin called out, “Master Compassion, please wait!”

“Why do you stop this humble nun?!” The old nun’s strict nature was evident; she couldn’t understand why Fan Sijin would intervene. Evildoers must be punished without mercy!

“Why must those who have renounced the world break their vows to kill? The Buddha does not favor bloodstained hands!” Fan Sijin smiled cheerfully, sitting up. With a light flick of her feet, she effortlessly perched on a beam, her small feet swinging gently.

Seeing this, Master Compassion immediately grew wary.

Such skill—could this girl have truly been knocked unconscious by two mediocre thieves? There must be some trick. Her gaze darkened with killing intent.

“If you ask me, Master Compassion’s martial arts are truly high, but her caution is a bit too heavy,” Fan Sijin remarked.

She toyed with a strand of her long hair. Her aura was enchanting, indescribable in words—simply utterly captivating.

“The man was already marked by my little pet; no matter where he runs, we will find him.”