Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

The man who spoke, Brune of the Wallowing Wisp Sect, yet another Inheritor Disciple, couldn\'t help but feel an excitement light up his lower belly. However, he was also quite used to clashing with these bewitching women, so he knew exactly what such a faint excitement meant. 

"Sure, Brune. Why don\'t you follow me back to my Sect? We can forget about these treasures, what good are they in the face of boundless pleasure?"

Brune smiled a devilishly handsome smile, his green eyes dancing with a hidden light. 

"Why don\'t you come back to my Sect, instead? It can\'t be that Goddess Aantha wants me to marry into your family, right?"

"And what is the problem with that? Am I not tempting enough for you?" Aantha pouted, her eyes becoming somewhat misty. 

Brune, despite being prepared, still gulped. 

This woman was far too tempting. Despite what one might expect, she wasn\'t dressed provocatively at all outside of the seemingly boundless mounds of tender flesh that graced her chest. But considering how endowed she was in this aspect, such assets would be all too prominent regardless of what she wore. 

However, even so, her figure was too fiery, her gaze too alluring, and her voice seemed capable of tickling the soul with a gentle rush of words. 

Her skin was too perfect, carrying a gorgeous caramel color that didn\'t carry even the slightest hint of blemish. Still, all those that saw it couldn\'t help but think of the true nature of the Sect when they saw such a scene. 

It was said that the maidens of the Bewitching Charm Sect bathed every sunrise and sunset in the blood of virgin women. It was also said that this cultivation method helped them to absorb the charm and grace of these women, causing the sight one would see before them. 

Not only did they have the charm of demonesses that had graced the beds of many men and had the skills to back it up, they also maintained a youthful air of innocence and shyness. The combination of these two things was absolutely lethal to any male. 

If not for the fact that Brune was an astounding talent in his own right, he would have already fallen into the clutches of this vixen. In fact, if he thought it was possible, against his better judgment, he might have already fallen for her advances. However, talents on his level were constantly warned by their Sect leaders. 

The reality was that all of these women were virgins. This wasn\'t because they had to be for their cultivation methods, but rather because they received the greatest pleasure from their cultivation method itself. 

The blush on Aantha\'s face right this moment was faked, she was truly feeling sexually aroused. Whenever she circulated her cultivation method, it would feel as though expert hands were gliding all across her body. Her nipples would grow tight and a not so subtle moistness would grace that treasured region between her legs. 

When the women of the Bewitching Charm Sect fought, they would all do so in a state of arousal and they would climax every time they killed an enemy and basked in their blood. 

That was right. Although they were called the Bewitching Charm Sect, the truth was that they didn\'t bask in the pleasure of the flesh… Or at the very least, not the pleasure of their own flesh. Instead, they relished in killing and slaughter. 

They were all mad women. 

If Brune truly returned with her, the result would likely be him fighting an all out battle of life and death in her "bedroom" where he would either win and subsequently be killed by one of her sisters, or he would lose his life and Aantha would spend the night in absolute ecstasy. 

To Aantha, the more powerful the man she faced, the more excited she got. And, the more excited she became, the faster her cultivation and comprehensions would progress. 

This was the way of the Bewitching Charm Sect. 

"We\'ve wasted enough time here."

At this moment, a cold voice called out. Everyone couldn\'t help but turn to a woman with an expression as cold as ice. But shockingly enough, this woman who was as cold as ice was actually following the entourage of the Bewitching Charm Sect. 

Her beauty felt almost surreal, as though she had walked out of a painting rather than having been birthed like everyone else. This kind of beauty was one that should only bloom from flowers and only be touched by the purest of the morning\'s dew. 

This woman was yet another Inheritor Disciple of the Bewitching Charm Sect, Mae. Compared to the constant blushing faces of her fellow sisters, she seemed completely unaffected by it all, standing at an untouchable realm all to her own. 

"I agree with Fairy Mae."

The final group\'s representative, Xan of the Dew Drop Sect, spoke lightly. The sword strapped to his back trembled as though it too was eager to hurry forward. 

Of course, despite their name, the Dew Drop Sect was actually a sword Sect, and a supremely powerful one at that, standing at the threshold to the True Two Star faction ranks. 

"Let\'s enter then. We\'re a bit late, and it\'s better to hurry than lag behind."

The group turned toward the entrance and tacitly agreed to take the same path. At least this way, if they came across something valuable, they would simply fight it out right here. This would lessen the variables. 

Everyone hoped that they would be the lucky ones to choose the right path, but what were the odds of that? It was far better to mitigate risk and take this approach. That way, if one got lucky, they would all get "lucky". If no one found anything, then none would find anything.