Damn, I turned into a monster

Chapter 238, Section 236: To Join the Sect, This Was Unavoidable
"Indeed I am."

While dressing, Wang Wu answered the questions from the female cultivator on the bed.

"Speaking of which, are you really an examinee of the Qionglan Sect?" After getting dressed, Wang Wu walked to the bedside and helped the female cultivator, whose body had not yet recovered, sit up. After another half minute of verbal sparring between the two, Wang Wu helped the female cultivator put on her clothes while sniffing—no, asking.

"What, you don't believe me?" The female cultivator looked at Wang Wu with a smile, her eyes gleaming with a certain light, perhaps watery, or something else, it didn't matter.

"No, I was just curious." Wang Wu shrugged. "I don't really care whether you're one of those assessment cultivators or not."

"If you don't care, then why did you agree to cultivate with me in the first place?"

"Because that's just my personality; I'm not good at saying no to people."

"Heh..." Upon hearing Wang Wu's statement, the female cultivator burst out laughing, her laughter shaking her whole body.

“Besides…” Wang Wu leaned closer, “I don’t dislike you, so why wouldn’t I…”

The nun couldn't finish her sentence, and the clothes she had just put on... well, never mind.

Although Wang Wu is not good at refusing others, he is quite discerning. If something is truly unsuitable, Wang Wu won't even give the other person a second glance.

Although Shura Blood Fiend's stealth skills are useless against a powerhouse one or two levels stronger than him, he can still refuse him.

So what if I don't join this Qionglan Sect? It's no big deal. I can stay on that planet for a few more years or decades without any problem.

As a demon, he may not have much else, but he certainly has plenty of time.

Time continued to pass. This time, the Qionglan Sect's entrance selection was being held on another gas giant star 1.2 billion kilometers away from Ronglan Star. The spaceship was not fast and it would take another day to reach the destination.

Interestingly, the extraordinary civilization here also seems to use gas giants for cultivation, but their methods are completely different from the Earth martial arts that Wang Wu cultivates; they are entirely different methods.

However, the intensity is also very low; of course, it is only equivalent to the body-refining steps required to break through to the complete realm during the fourth rank of King Martial.

Time flew by and it was the next morning, or more accurately, the morning, because normally 10 a.m. is not breakfast time.

"What happened? Where is Brother Loran?"

In the main hall of the flying boat, several cultivators whose real ages were not discernible were gathered together. One of them, a male cultivator with long silver hair, looked at the other four and asked a question.

"We...we don't know either!"

Several cultivators shook their heads in unison, "Cultivator Loran has been missing since yesterday afternoon. We tried to contact her via the communication jade slip but received no response. We don't know where she went."

A purple-haired monk answered.

"Her speech is about to start, what is she doing?"

The purple-haired cultivator's words caused the silver-haired cultivator to frown, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with this cultivator named 'Loran'.

"How about we use a locator?"

At this moment, a red-haired monk made a suggestion.

As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes turned to him, which made him immediately take a few steps back, and then a wave of regret washed over him.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, that's a good idea." The silver-haired cultivator smiled. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist. I'll leave it to you then."

"Uh, this, this..."

The red-haired cultivator looked troubled, but by then the other cultivators had already gathered around.

Loran is the highest-ranking Qionglan Sect cultivator on this flying ship, and also the person in charge of this Qionglan Sect entrance selection.

Despite not being particularly strong, having a bad personality, and most importantly, being petty and extremely spoiled.

But there was nothing she could do; after all, she was the daughter of an elder in the sect's Dharma Transmission Hall.
And the mother of this sect's Dharma Transmission Hall Elder was the previous sect leader of the Qionglan Sect, a top-tier powerhouse at the Immortal Emperor level.

The fertility of cultivators is no stronger than that of demons. That Immortal Emperor only has one son and one granddaughter, not his great-granddaughter, because Loran has the same surname as her grandmother.

This woman has a terrible temper and hates it when people bother her for no reason. If you need to contact her, just send her a message using a communication jade slip, and she'll come over once she receives it.

As for other methods, such as location markers, once you use those, you'll be in for a world of trouble.

There were no monks on the ship with a more illustrious family background than her, so naturally no one wanted to offend her.

This is why all the Qionglan Sect cultivators turned their attention to this red-haired cultivator who proposed using a locator to find the other party.

"This, this, this..."

Faced with the gazes of the crowd, the red-haired cultivator was filled with regret, but under everyone's expectant eyes, he knew that he was now in a difficult situation.

There's nothing I can do about it. I'm being targeted, so be it. Although Loran has a terrible personality, she's not the kind of person who's particularly bad. At most, she might find a reason to beat me up a few times, but that's not a big deal.

With a determined heart, they prepared to take out the locator to find the senior sister, but just then, a gust of wind blew by, and then a figure appeared in front of them.

"Are you all ready?"

The appearance of a female voice startled everyone. Immediately, they all turned their gazes to the source of the voice and exclaimed in unison:
"Senior sister!"

Then they noticed that the senior sister seemed to be acting strangely.

Her face was rosy, her hair was messy, her clothes looked a bit disheveled, and she was breathing heavily.

This situation is clearly not normal, or rather, we've all been through this before, so we naturally know what this situation means.

Well, all I can say is that my senior sister has such refined tastes.

Of course, I couldn't say this to my senior sister's face, otherwise I would definitely be in big trouble. I could only grumble to myself.

So, everyone acted as if they hadn't seen it, selectively ignoring Loran's current state, and bowed and continued to speak to Loran:
"Senior sister, everything is ready and we're just waiting for you."

“Hmm.” Loran nodded calmly, then waved his hand. “Then come with me and see this batch of newcomers.”

"Yes."

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hall.

To be more precise, it's more like a plaza, because it's on the deck of the airship, and you can look up and see the starry sky outside.

The starry sky here is quite similar to the starry sky in the science fiction movies and games that Wang Wu had seen in the past. It is very dazzling and beautiful, looks very normal, and does not feel any eerie atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist."

Wang Wu was standing here with the other cultivators, waiting for the Qionglan Sect cultivators to appear in the open space in the center of the hall, when a voice called out to him from the side. "What?"

Wang Wu turned around to look at the other person, who was a beautiful female cultivator... no, I mean, a male cultivator.

This is a woman.

After that encounter with the dragon sisters, Wang Wu was no longer easily fooled by mere appearance and voice; such beauty was no challenge for him at all.

Okay, actually it's because she's just too big.

Although her appearance, voice, hairstyle, and clothing are androgynous, her body shape is anything but androgynous.

When Wang Wu turned around and saw his face, the female cultivator blushed briefly, then stammered, "No, no, I don't know which sect you come from, fellow Daoist?"

"Yinji Vajra Sect".

Wang Wu thought about it for a moment, but in reality, he just blurted it out.

"My sect is the Yin-Yang Vajra Sect."

"This... we don't seem to have a sect like this on Ronglan Star. Are you from outer space, fellow Daoist?" After hearing the name of the sect Wang Wu mentioned, the fake little female cultivator thought for a while before asking.

"Yes." Wang Wu nodded.

He was quite indifferent to this tomboy, because he could tell at a glance that she was a naive young girl just beginning to experience love. He was currently traveling and would avoid getting involved with people like her if possible.

The main reason was because of his master. Prime Minister Qin had warned him not to spend too much time on romance and love affairs.

The "too much time" here refers to romance; casual sex is fine. Prime Minister Qin also knows Wang Wu is a monster, so naturally he won't completely forbid Wang Wu from doing certain things.

"Then, fellow Daoist, you..."

Ronglan Star, or rather the entire Qiongyuan and the surrounding human societies, is quite different. Demon races are very rare here, and can only be seen in the border areas.

The attitude of Qiongyuan towards the demon race is the worst among the human forces. However, unlike some human forces, their attitude is not one of rejection, but rather one of killing them on sight.

Basically, Qiongyuan adopts an attitude of ignoring the demon race. "If you don't provoke me, I won't provoke you," making it a relatively peaceful force.

Of course, it is also related to their relatively weak power. They are busy fighting each other within their own borders. A bunch of immortal emperors occupy several star regions in the country and fight each other openly and secretly. They can't even finish fighting internally, so how can they have time to fight externally?

After all, it's a world with a style that leans towards cultivation-themed web novels. Even if the actual styles are very different, the style still leans towards that direction.

Human cultivators are certainly capable of enhancing their appearance, even to the point of completely transforming themselves. Most cultivators qualified to enter the Qionglan Sect's entrance selection can do this, so there is no shortage of top-tier beauties here.

But no matter how much effort is put into shaping them, the appearance of humans will still not reach the level of that of demons.

This is rather strange, because even if you sculpt a figure exactly like a demon, you just can't feel the same shock and amazement as the demon.

In this world, "peerless beauty" seems to be a unique characteristic of the demon race, or rather, a characteristic of beings whose appearance reaches this level.

No one could tell that Wang Wu was a monster, not even the people from the Qionglan Sect.

A human possessing an appearance comparable to that of a demon would be acceptable in other demon-related factions, but here...

Stunning beauty is not so common, not only here, but in all human societies.

Because that's how the underlying code is written, just like how the underlying code for the demon race is 'peerless beauty' and 'that thing is food and water'.

With such an appearance, Wang Wu's appearance on this ship naturally attracted everyone's attention.

After all, they were all cultivators from small towns—no, from big cities. Because the Qionglan Sect wasn't some ordinary 985 or 211 university; the Qionglan Sect was basically equivalent to a C9-level school—no, a sect—like Wang Wu's hometown.

Those who were able to board this ship were all "Roll Kings" who had emerged from Ronglan Star and several neighboring planets and star systems.

Since he is the King of Scrolls, he naturally doesn't have much time for that kind of thing.

After all, there's not enough time for cultivation. He takes medicine and pills every day, spends twenty hours cultivating, and the remaining four hours are spent meditating. How much time is left for this?
Of course, rewarding oneself is still necessary, after all, the cultivation here also emphasizes following one's true nature, and one must release desires when they arise, rather than being a hermit.

Cultivators like Loran are few and far between in the Qionglan Sect, but they are certainly not uncommon, and naturally, the better off a cultivator is in such matters, the more...

But this one is clearly not included.

Her clothes were clearly not of good quality, even though Wang Wu hadn't been here long, only a little over two months, before he managed to get on this ship.

But he had seen all of Loran's clothes, and their texture and energy fluctuations were far superior to those of the clothes worn by the female cultivator in front of him.

"My name is Wang Wu."

Although he didn't intend to have any dealings with the other party, Wang Wu still revealed his name.

“Pei, Pei Wuji…”

Pei Wuji stammered as he spoke to Wang Wu.

Wang Wu nodded to her as a greeting, then turned away and stopped looking at her, because at that moment, the cultivators in the center of the hall also came out.

As soon as he came out, Wang Wu saw a familiar face.

The other party spotted him immediately among the thousands of cultivators.

Lorraine was no longer disheveled, breathless, or dressed as she had when she first left; she looked quite presentable now.

And thinking back to last night, she was also wearing this outfit, with an incredibly unrestrained... never mind, never mind.

"Everyone, welcome to the entrance selection of my Qionglan Sect. Of course, the selection will not take place here, but on Luanyue."

Loran's voice echoed throughout the vast square, reaching the ears of every monk present.

"But there's one thing I need to remind everyone of before that:"

"That is, there is a certain danger in entering the sect selection, and you may even lose your life. Even with the cultivators of my sect in charge of guarding you, we cannot guarantee that there will be no problems at all."

"If you want to withdraw, it's still not too late."

“I know that everyone here is a privileged individual and has their own pride. But I still want to remind you that this matter is not a trivial matter.”

As she spoke, Loran's gaze never left Wang Wu.

Their eyes met constantly, and in just a few words, they had exchanged tens of thousands of sentences.

(End of this chapter)