Chapter 25: Femme Fatale
That disciple's face lit up with enthusiasm when he saw someone approach, but upon sensing Lordi Payne's cultivation level, his expression soured instantly. "A fourth-layer Qi Refinement punk like you? What're you doing here? Fuck off, don't waste my time!"
"Senior Brother—" Lordi Payne tried to plead his case, but the disciple had already plastered on a grin, walking past him to greet a sixth-layer Qi Refinement disciple with overflowing warmth. "Junior Brother, welcome to—"
Lordi Payne: "..."
Frowning, he moved on quickly, targeting another squad. "Senior Sister—"
"Little Junior, looking for a squad?" The female disciple nearby, having caught the earlier scene, gave a half-smile. "But with your cultivation level, it's a bit too low. Taking you out of the sect would be quite a heavy job..."
Her words hinted at a possibility. Lordi Payne perked up. "Senior Sister, then perhaps—"
Before he could finish, his body stiffened. He watched, dumbfounded, as this rough-faced Senior Sister brazenly reached out, groped his waist, touched his hip, and slid her hand unceremoniously inside his robe.
What the FFFUUUUCK!!!
In a panic, Lordi Payne leaped back three meters. "Sorry, Senior Sister, I'm sorry! You're definitely right—my cultivation level's too low. I don't deserve joining your squad!"
He fled without hesitation, terrified she'd latch onto him.
Learning his lesson, Lordi Payne avoided female cultivators this time. After scoping the crowd, he approached an older male disciple. "Senior Brother, I—"