Murong Wuque smirked as Alvin leaned closer to him. “Ah? Is he crazy? Why is he going so close to Senior Murong? Does he have a death wish? He's almost hugging him.” “Aish! I can't believe a man touched my idol before I did.” One of the girls at the opposite camp muttered, stamping her feet. The looks on the faces of the valley's female disciples were even worse. One even kicked a maid trying to offer her water to quench her thirst. The hired hand gasped in shock and began to apologize. The slight commotion made some people's attention to primarily shift to the arrogant female disciple. “Su Ying, apologize to her. You shouldn't hurt someone trying to care for you. Also…” The rest of Murong Wuque’s voice trailed off, his eyes never shifting a bit from Alvin, talk more of turning around. But he seemed to know exactly who the culprit that bullied the maid was. The girl pouted and bit her lips. She took a deep breath and slapped herself. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't treat you lik

Murong Wuque smiled as he listened to Alvin. “Oh? What could I possibly have that's worth stealing?” He asked, still smiling kindly, knowing that he was close to the answer. Alvin grinned and pinched his cheek lightly. Murong Wuque was doing his best to keep his emotions full of smiles to avoid frightening the bird away from the trap he finally managed to rope him into. Alvin grinned at him and pulled him closer. “I want to steal…”“—your heart.” He completed, smiling brightly at him with that drunk look in his eyes. The smile on Murong Wuque’s face froze and his heart skipped a few beats, not expecting the direction his little investigation steered in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, a bone chilling coldness in his eyes at being deceived. But it disappeared as soon as it came, with his face being all smiles again. “But we're both men. Fellow cultivator, why do you want my heart? Are you sure you don't want something else?” He asked, caressing Alvin's cheeks, barely resisti

They arrived at a cave, which had a pitch-black interior. The air was chilly, the atmosphere creepy. Almost immediately someone turned on a kind of ancient torch which produced flames the moment it is opened and comes in contact with air. Murong Wuque accepted the flaming torch from one of the boys and quickly began to move inside. He suddenly stopped as a sense of foreboding arose in him. Alvin also felt it and looked around. But before they could find the source, the ground opened up and swallowed them. The batch behind barely had time to jump back, narrowly escaping the trap. However, all the disciples of the valley, alongside Alvin, were swallowed. The remaining ones were the weaker vagrant cultivators who came to offer assistance in exchange for the bounty. “This is bad, there's a trap here.” One of the men whispered in panic. “This is terrifying. Even young master Murong Wuque didn't notice it on time. How then can small fries like us combat the danger if the almighty young

Alvin picked up an arrow from the ones on the ground, and examined it. After a while, he hurled it at a spot on the door. At once, the arrows ceased. “Ah? What just happened?” “Fellow cultivator, thank you. We truly make a great team.” Murong Wuque said, smiling at Alvin. “Ah? What does that mean? Was he the person who made the arrows stop?” The disciples refused to believe it even when the proof was right before them. After all, how could a waste be able to achieve such a feat? Surely their first brother was confused and didn't realize when he did it. “He truly stopped the arrows.” Another senior whispered, making everyone stunned. But they were in for more surprises. They entered the palace and went down the hallway till they came into a huge room. The room was designed in scarlett and a huge king sized bed was on the platform. There was a huge shelf at the end with countless human skulls, exhibited as if they were some sort of trophy. On the bed was a woman dressed in

“Did you find anything?” Alvin muttered the moment Murong Wuque returned. They had finally managed to kill the enchantress after two hours of battle, a very close call. They would have ended up dead if not for Murong Wuque and Alvin who seemed to have a tacit understanding, working in tandem with each other, till Alvin found an opportunity to launch a deadly sneak attack on her. Just as she howled and turned to end him, Murong Wuque added numerous killing blows in quick successions, taking her by surprise. She had wanted to escape but they had locked down the surroundings, disabling teleportation. Although it was disadvantageous for some of them, the gain outweighed the loss of mobility. The rest of the disciples also began to add many attacks, emboldened by Alvin and Murong Wuque’s success. “There are no captives here. She probably already used them for what she intended. The only thing left is her treasury, and it would take some time to pick the lock. We might burn everything do