The Palace Master Doesn’t Want to Pluck Flowers

It was rumored that Tang Huan’s heaven-defying cultivation speed came from a unique dual cultivation technique, and anyone who practiced with him would have their spiritual essence drained dry. Every cultivator with even a hint of good looks trembled at the mere mention of his name. But there was one exception.

Yan Fei was the once-in-a-century talented disciple of the Shuiyue Sect. He was also the half-human, half-demon hybrid that the world shunned. Now that his bloodline seal had been unexpectedly broken, the demonic qi in his body could no longer be concealed. To avoid detection, transferring it to Tang Huan seemed a perfect solution.

So he deliberately delivered himself into Tang Huan’s hands.

It was said that Tang Huan was lustful and reckless, acting entirely on his own whims.

But the man before him was saying with tearful eyes, “Sorry, I tied up the wrong person. I’ll let you go.”

Yan Fei: “…”

Yan Fei: “How about we give dual cultivation a try?”