Chapter 7: The gazes these Senior Sisters are giving me are not right!

Lin Yue followed behind Yan Qingjue. She could feel that the Senior Sister holding her hand had very slender fingers, but her grip was surprisingly strong.

They walked through one grand hall after another, occasionally passing by Disciples of the Hehuan Sect along the way.

Regardless of what they were doing previously, those Disciples would immediately stop what was in their hands and lower their heads to greet Yan Qingjue the moment they saw her figure.

Although those Disciples kept their heads lowered, their eyes could not help but dart towards Lin Yue behind her.

There was curiosity in their gazes, as well as greed.

Lin Yue wished she could bury herself right on the spot!

She felt as though she was being surrounded and watched by countless pairs of eyes, and the gazes of those people were incomparably burning.

"Senior Sister, where are we going?" Lin Yue's voice trembled, her trailing tone carrying a hint of pleading unconsciously.

Yan Qingjue's footsteps did not stop, and her flat voice drifted from ahead: "The cultivation place of the Hehuan Sect Disciples."

A cultivation place?

She abruptly raised her head, staring incredulously at Yan Qingjue's back.

Let her cultivate together with that group of female Disciples?

This was probably the most preposterous arrangement she had ever heard of in her life.

In the eyes of those female Disciples who specialized in practicing the Hehuan Sect Cultivation Technique, wasn't her so-called Taiyin Holy Body just a walking Cauldron?

"I won't go!" Lin Yue's voice suddenly raised.

She used all her strength to struggle backward, attempting to escape from Yan Qingjue's hands.

Unfortunately, her meager strength was as light as a feather in front of Yan Qingjue.

Due to her sudden and fierce resistance, Yan Qingjue finally stopped.

She turned around, her eyes icy cold, and just quietly looked at Lin Yue: "What did you say?"

"I said I won't go!"

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything at this moment; Lin Yue couldn't even care about being afraid anymore.

She looked around and instantly locked onto a corridor pillar nearby.

Taking advantage of the slight opening in the hand with which Yan Qingjue clamped her arm,

she abruptly pulled her hand out, rushed over in three steps as two, and hugged that corridor pillar for dear life.

"I won't go! Even if you beat me to death, I won't go! If you're going to make me go there, you might as well just give me a quick death right now!"

Lin Yue pressed her cheek tightly against the ice-cold pillar, her voice carrying a cry.

Her smooth and flowing sequence of actions made the surrounding Disciples couldn't help but cast the corners of their eyes over.

It was truly their first time encountering someone who dared to throw such a tantrum in front of the Saintess.

Could this newly arrived Junior Sister have something wrong with her brain?

Yan Qingjue looked at the person clinging to the pillar like a gecko and frowned slightly.

Unreasonable.

She walked over slowly, standing in front of the pillar and looking at Lin Yue.

"Let go."

"I won't let go! If you want to go, go yourself; I refuse to be a supplement for them!" Lin Yue shook her head like a rattle-drum.

Yan Qingjue's patience seemed to have reached its limit.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come down now, bear the consequences!"

Her voice was very soft, yet it possessed a piercing quality.

"One."

Lin Yue hugged even tighter.

"Two."

Lin Yue could feel an invisible pressure emanating from Yan Qingjue, pressing down on her until she was almost suffocating.

She was very certain that when she shouted "three", her fate definitely would not be very pleasant.

Just at the instant when Yan Qingjue's lips parted slightly, about to spit out the last word,

"I'll go!"

Lin Yue shouted out with all her might with her eyes closed, her voice full of grievance and despair.

She slowly loosened her hands and feet, her whole body like a boneless creature, lowering her head limply, not daring to move again.

Yan Qingjue said nothing more, grabbed her arm again, and dragged her forward.

Lin Yue was very quiet this time, without any further resistance, just mechanically stepping forward with her legs, every step extremely heavy.

It's over, today is going to be her death anniversary.

Passing through a few verandas, a wave of heat carrying sweat and a strange fragrance rushed toward them.

The scene before them suddenly opened up.

That was a huge outdoor Bathhouse, with the ground paved from smooth white jade, surrounded by swirling mist.

In the center was an extremely large hot spring pool, the pool water presenting an eerie light pink color, rising with heat.

Dozens of Hehuan Sect female Disciples were scattered in various corners of the Bathhouse.

Their clothing was even more revealing than when Lin Yue first saw them.

The light and thin gauze garments only covered vital parts, with large areas of snow-white skin exposed to the air, their postures seductive.

Someone was meditating by the pool, their breathing carrying pink mist; someone else was sparring in pairs, their movements extremely lingering and intimate.

The exact moment Yan Qingjue brought Lin Yue and appeared, all sounds within the venue abruptly stopped.

All actions froze along with it.

The next second, dozens of gazes uniformly looked toward Lin Yue.

They licked their lips, greedy and excited lights flashing in the depths of their eyes.

Those gazes wished they could strip her inside and out to see everything clearly.

Lin Yue felt that everything about her was exposed under these gazes.

Yan Qingjue let go of her hand and gave her a gentle push behind her back.

Lin Yue staggered forward a few steps, stopping right in front of the hot spring pool.

"Lord Saintess ~ What is this…"

A female Disciple with the hottest figure wiggled her water-snake waist as she walked out from the hot spring pool, her voice sweet to the point of being cloying, her pair of peach-blossom eyes staring fixedly at Lin Yue.

"Is this a new snack sent to us? It looks quite tender and fresh."

As she spoke, she also extended the tip of her tongue to slowly lick her red lips.

A suppressed snicker immediately sounded all around, and those gazes became even more unbridled.

Lin Yue was frightened so pale that her face lost all color, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but she bumped into someone's body.

It was Yan Qingjue.

She had quietly stood behind Lin Yue at some unknown point.

Yan Qingjue didn't even look at that female Disciple, only extending her hand to press on Lin Yue's involuntarily trembling shoulders.

Her voice was not loud, yet it exceptionally clearly spread through the entire Bathhouse and poured into everyone's ears.

"She is mine."

"Starting from today, she will cultivate here."

Yan Qingjue paused, the hand pressing on Lin Yue's shoulder slightly increasing in strength as she slowly swept her gaze across everyone present; the chilling iciness in the depths of her eyes made the temperature of the entire venue drop by a few degrees out of thin air.

"Whoever dares to touch a single finger of hers, I will cut off that person's path of cultivation."