The Profound Female Sect’s Mission

The orthodox female cultivator who had been brought in under guard fixed Su Meier with undisguised hatred and fury.

Though she was bound hand and foot and unable to move, the righteous aura about her had not diminished in the slightest.

“You murderous fiend, guilty of every imaginable crime!” the female cultivator cried, her voice clear but resolute. “Even if I die today, I will never let a wicked woman like you have your way! We orthodox cultivators will trample your demonic den and rid the world of your evil!”

Faced with this righteous condemnation, Su Meier didn’t get angry. Instead, she was amused.

With great interest, she sat a little straighter on the couch, propped her chin on one hand, and leisurely examined the woman before her, as though she were watching a kitten that had just learned to bare its teeth.

“Little sister, you must have only just left your mountain to gain experience, haven’t you? You have no experience at all.” Su Meier chuckled, her eyes full of amusement. “Come on, tell me: what makes me guilty of every imaginable crime?”

“Hmph! You’re a wicked woman who kills without restraint, with the blood of countless people on your hands. Of course you’re a fiend!” The female cultivator retorted loudly, refusing to back down.

“Oh? I kill without restraint?” Su Meier’s smile grew more alluring. She shifted into a more comfortable position and asked languidly, “Then let me ask you: if our positions were reversed and I fell into your hands, what would you do to me?”

“What else?” The female cultivator answered without a moment’s hesitation. “I’d uphold justice on Heaven’s behalf and kill you with one strike to eliminate the threat!”

“You see?” Su Meier spread her hands, her smile innocent and guileless. “I want to kill people, and so do you. If that’s the case, aren’t you just like me? You’re a murderer too. What right do you have to condemn me?”...