At first, the doors remained shut. However, the young lackey kept incessantly pounding his fists on the door frame until eventually, he heard the sound of shuffling feet stepping closer.

The doors creaked open as a pair of scantily clad women allowed the lackey to enter, and he rushed inside, nearly breathless. In the middle of the room was a wide chaise covered by a satin veil.

The Jiangshi Master lounged upon the chaise, resting with his legs spread apart, with only an open robe draped upon his shoulders. Meanwhile, the silhouette of a naked young woman could be seen kneeling at his feet, her head nestled between his legs, tilting up and down.

An unmistakable slurping sound permeated the lackey's ears along with the giggling of the girls at his side.

"Imbecile! Can't you see that your master is busy right now?" One girl chided, sashaying towards the man behind the veil. She began to massage his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his back while doing so.

"Ha! He said we are besieged by a devil! This young one seems to have forgotten that we, the owners of this sect, are the true devils!" The other girl tittered, still standing by the door, keeping it open in indication for the lackey to leave.

Except for the occasional lust-filled groan due to the ladies' careful ministrations, the Jiangshi Master stayed silent.

The frightened manservant fell to the ground and hollered, "Master, this servant is telling the truth! A devil is terrorizing our sect. He already wiped out Master's fellow cultivators, and he is heading over here next. We must escape now!"

"What nonsense is this you speak of?" The Jiangshi Master's tone illustrated his disbelief.

"This servant wouldn't joke about such a matter! There is a white haired man outside slaughtering our sect members."

Finally, the Jiangshi Master reacted by kicking away the woman at his feet, flying into an abusive rage. The discarded woman yelped at the impact, but quickly composed herself, scrambling on all fours to gather his clothes and assist him with dressing up.

When the demonic cultivator was fully dressed, he moved the veil aside and slowly approached the lackey. His smooth, hairless skin, high cheekbones, and deathly pale appearance, only served to enhance the intensity of his pitch black eyes. A pair of bottomless pits scrutinised the servant. The three women in the room bowed down and fell silent.

The Jiangshi Master's pallid, yet handsome visage, contorted as he jeered, "It is so rare for me to accept apprentices, and yet, I made an exception for you. Took you under my wing. Allowed you to handle my affairs. Now you seem to have chosen to repay me by interrupting my nightly activities with this ridiculous jest," Using his long white arm, he reached for the lackey's throat, boney fingers squeezing tight on his windpipe as he lifted him into the air. "Did you think I would find this amusing?"

"M-master, this servant is speaking th-the truth." The lackey choked out the words. His feet flailed helplessly in the air as he struggled to breathe.

The Jiangshi Master threw the foolish boy against the stone wall like a sack of potatoes and roared, "Who would dare threaten me? If there is a devil out there, then I am his father! My name alone causes men to tremble in fear. My enemies suffer agony at my hand to their very last breath!"

The unfortunate manservant had lost consciousness from the collision with the wall, and offered no acknowledgement of his Master's declaration of grandeur. However, another listener chose to reply instead.

"It seems we have something in common."