Immortal Only Accepts Female Disciples

While Chen Wentian was busy taking care of Long Yifei and the Gift Giving Ceremony, two of his other disciples weren’t having as much fun. Lin Qingcheng and Zhou Ziyun had been promised a trip to the Martial Brilliance Continent and Chen Wentian had indeed kept his end of the promise. However, it didn’t mean they were happy.

“Master is so mean!” Lin Qingcheng groaned.

She was lying across a lush couch with embroidered pillows made of silk and stuffed with the fluffiest feathers. She huffed and threw a pillow across the room at her compatriot. Zhou Ziyun was busy reading a thick ledger filled with numbers and didn’t react fast enough. The pillow hit her across the head, causing her to cry out.

“Chengcheng, stop it! I’m busy!” Zhou Ziyun said. She couldn’t hide her own frustration which was not directed at Lin Qingcheng but at a certain black-haired man.

Lin Qingcheng continued, whining towards the gold-plated ceiling, “He hasn’t come to see us in over a week. We’ve been stuck in this fancy tower for so long and we can’t even leave. And he even took our immortal items, so unfair!”

Zhou Ziyun looked around and sighed. She was also quite annoyed by the situation. Chen Wentian had ‘borrowed’ their Golden Serpent Robe and Insightful Swallow Saber and didn’t bother to tell them when he was returning them. As a result, they weren’t allowed to roam out of their room, effectively imprisoning them for the duration.

They were in the middle of Blue Mountain City, a moderately sized city of over one million souls that was situated in the center of the Martial Brilliance Continent. It was home to several different immortal factions and was a bustling center for commerce and entertainment. There were so many exciting sights to see and many different circumstances to experience. Instead, they were denied it all, all for the sake of helping Long Yifei survive the upcoming Gift Giving Ceremony. Both of them were willing to help their fellow sister but they were still greatly annoyed by the situation.

But it wasn’t all bad. Lin Qingcheng was bored out of her mind because she had no responsibilities except cultivating herself. Zhou Ziyun, on the other hand, was assigned a myriad of strange tasks to carry out, all of which were about to culminate in a peculiar event this evening.

Zhou Ziyun finally closed the bamboo ledger with a snap and turned to her sister, “Chengcheng, come here.”

Zhou Ziyun brought up a finger to her lips and then beckoned her over. Lin Qingcheng sensed something and scurried over with a conspiratorial smile.

“Sis, tell me!” She whispered.

Zhou Ziyun also smiled, “I was able to carry out master’s tasks and as a result, there will be an interesting meeting tonight. Listen up, this is what we need to do.”

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As night fell upon Blue Mountain City, there was a distinct knock on the door to Lin Qingcheng and Zhou Ziyun’s room.

“He’s here!” Lin Qingcheng shouted.

Zhou Ziyun rolled her eyes but she was also somewhat excited. She unlocked the door and a strange man entered. The figure slipped through the door and locked it behind him, somehow knowing how to activate the same inscriptions as Zhou Ziyun. He then stood to attention before the two women.

The man was tall and well built, with a flat face and neat beard. He wore a dark-red set of combat robes with a bright red sun embroidered onto the breast of the tunic. It was the symbol of the Red Sun Gang, a quite infamous immortal gang in the Martial Brilliance Continent.

Lin Qingcheng and Zhou Ziyun stared at the man, unsure of what to do. They knew who he was but it was still a little difficult to believe firsthand. It was their first time directly confronting this fearsome aspect of their master’s power.

Finally, the man acted first and smiled a familiar smile. A warm halo of blue flames erupted around him, surrounding him in an aura that the two women could recognize anywhere. It was their master’s flames, the man before them was their master, or more accurately a physical avatar of his soul.

“Newly promoted lord of the Red Sun Gang, Wang Landi, greets two beautiful ladies. Looks like you both need some male company tonight. Haha.” Chen Wentian said, finishing with a graceful bow.

“Master!” Lin Qingcheng called out and bowed quickly.

His voice was strange but the way he spoke was instantly recognizable. She had heard it many times when her master teased her.

“Master.” Zhou Ziyun also bowed to show her respect.

She wasn’t as excitable as Lin Qingcheng but she also recognized the person before her as Chen Wentian. All of her tasks involved communicating in secret with Wang Landi and several other people in similar situations.

“Master, about the matter tonight, are you sure about it?” Zhou Ziyun asked.

Chen Wentian slapped his chest, “Don’t worry, with your letters, I’ve managed to handle everything properly. The guests have all arrived in Blue Mountain City and are making their way over to the meeting place. We should prepare. Are you two ready for a makeover?”

“Yes!” Lin Qingcheng squealed while Zhou Ziyun merely shrugged.

“Tsk, tsk. Chengcheng is the first disciple after all. She is the most obedient.” Chen Wentian said, “Alright, Chengcheng, come here, you are first.”

“Yes, master!”

Chen Wentian put his vast knowledge of physical disguises and masterful makeup skills to use on his disciples for the first time. It was an ability developed over the years of practice along with the addition of several souls with vast experiences.

When he was done, two strange women stood in place of his two disciples.

Lin Qingcheng had been transformed into a matron with substantial plumpness. Her fake breasts were quite voluptuous. Her ass was round and soft.

But that wasn’t all. Lin Qingcheng wore an outfit made of gold silk, accessories dripping with wealth, and glittering hair ornaments akin to a queen. She also had on a face veil that hid all of her features except for slender eyes darkened by mascara. She exuded the aura of a mature seductress, a queen of the night, a vixen of incomparable charm.

Zhou Ziyun’s transformation was just as interesting but the polar opposite. She wore a simple set of gray-white robes, common cloth shoes, and wooden prayer beads around her wrist. Her ordinarily luscious hair was hidden by a plain cap commonly seen on nuns. Indeed, just like a nun, she wore no makeup and her complexion was pale and extremely plain. Even her moderate assets were hidden behind heavy robes, making her look as plain as white rice.

“Hahaha! Excellent!” Chen Wentian laughed as he studied his handiwork. “Alright, you two, introduced yourselves.”

Lin Qingcheng bowed elegantly, “Lord Wang, my name is Ren Jinjin, disciple of Immortal Sword Bandit Lin Huzhong.”

Zhou Ziyun followed expressionlessly, “Amitabha. Lord Wang, this one’s name is Yimin, disciple of Immortal Sword Bandit Lin Huzhong.”

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