Chapter 86, Strip It Off
“Brother Sang, it’s been so long since you came to see the sisters.”
“I thought… Brother Sang forgot all about us sisters.”
“No more sisters, huh?” Meng Qiyan’s voice dripped with heart-wrenching sorrow, laced with a hint of flirtation.
But Sang Zhe found it hard to meet this woman’s gaze.
…This woman is a monster.
A bona fide monster.
Though what she said was indeed true.
Ever since he began treating the Heavenly Punishment Department as a home for fallen fairies, it seemed he hadn’t visited this place at all.
Every time it was just a routine matter, signing off on the fallen fairies and letting them clock in for work.
After all, not every fairy’s fall was dramatic.
In fact, many of the righteous fairies captured by the demon path were just ordinary disciples from common sects.
They didn’t have tragic backstories, just mundane lives.
And a bit of bad luck.
When they fell into Sang Zhe’s hands, he didn’t make things difficult for them. Most were just given a casual interrogation and that was it.
Especially when these young girls, already terrified from falling into the hands of demon cultivators, were feeling vulnerable and anxious. Sang Zhe acted like a kind-hearted soul, comforting and talking them through it, almost making it feel like he was their therapist instead of an interrogator.
Most were just seventeen or eighteen, naive young ladies. With a little coaxing, they all signed contracts to join the demon path.
Meng Qiyan was among the more special cases.
She was the first fairy Sang Zhe had ever fallen.
One of the chief disciples of the Sect of Fairy Beauty, though not particularly remarkable among her peers.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t fought back when she fell into the hands of the demon path; she just got outplayed by a few rival disciples vying for the position of chief.
So when she landed in Sang Zhe’s hands, he barely had to do any convincing.
She willingly joined the demon path.
Her requirements were straightforward: revenge against the Sect of Fairy Beauty. To take down those who had set her up.
The Sect of Fairy Beauty wasn’t a major sect. The leader was just a mid-stage integration cultivator.
But even so, the demon path couldn’t spare anyone to satisfy her demands.
The girl didn’t cause a fuss; instead, she changed her request. She accepted Sang Zhe’s soul mark and asked to be let go for ten days.
At the time, no one in the Punishment Department agreed, not even Tang Yubbing.
It was Sang Zhe’s silver tongue that made it happen.
In the end, after ten days, Meng Qiyan really came back obediently.
How she designed to deceive those disciples out of the sect and took them down one by one remains a mystery.
Nobody knew how she did it.
All they knew was that those who died had met a terrible fate, and Meng Qiyan’s ruthlessness moved even the demon cultivators.
After returning, she smoothly joined the Heavenly Punishment Department and now leads this “special” team made up of all those who fell under Sang Zhe’s influence, aiding the demon path day in and day out.
With a notorious reputation and outstanding achievements, she’s made quite a name for herself in both the righteous and demon worlds.
Honestly, Sang Zhe didn’t want to face this woman.
Even though she had accepted his soul mark, he still felt a sinister aura surrounding her.
She was probably born to be a demon cultivator.
At least, she was a better fit than him.
But now needing her help, Sang Zhe had to brace himself and greet her:
“Why wouldn’t I… I’m very dedicated, you know.”
“Since I drew you into the demon path before, of course, I have to care about how you’re doing now.”
“Really?” Meng Qiyan blinked those exceptionally long eyelashes.
Her gaze shamelessly roamed over Sang Zhe, drawing out her voice, “Then, if my dear sister isn’t doing well here, will Brother Sang help her?”
“Help? I can help… but help with what?”
Meng Qiyan smiled, lips pressed together.
Before Sang Zhe could react, a crowd of chattering girls suddenly surrounded him and brought him right in front of Meng Qiyan.
“Our sisters don’t ask for much.”
Meng Qiyan lightly lifted Sang Zhe’s chin with her delicate fingers, her fox-like face inching toward his ear, her breath soft enough to make him shiver:
“All we ask is that Brother Sang comes more often to chat with us sisters.”
“And we’d be so satisfied.”
Sang Zhe felt this woman was practically burying her face into his neck, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard, forcing out an awkward smile.
“Of course, of course.”
Seeing Sang Zhe still acting so shy, Meng Qiyan smiled indulgently and gently pushed him back into the embrace of the other fairies.
“So, Brother Sang, what brings you here today?”
Sang Zhe felt like he had fallen into a sea of soft fragrance, surrounded tightly by beautiful fairies, a blinding view of fair skin all around him.
He forced himself to concentrate and stammered:
“Well… actually, I’m here on behalf of our sect leader to borrow some money from the fairy sisters…”
“Borrowing money for the sect leader?” Meng Qiyan asked, amused, “Why doesn’t the sect leader come directly to us?”
“The sect leader is too shy, how could she borrow money from her subordinates? That’s why she sent me!”
Sang Zhe patted his chest with conviction: “Don’t worry; the leader isn’t the kind to default on her debts. This money is just for emergencies; she’ll definitely repay you later.”
Meng Qiyan and the surrounding fairies exchanged glances and burst into giggles.
Sang Zhe felt a chill run down his spine from their laughter.
It seemed like he had fallen into a spider’s den.
Why did everyone look at him like they wanted to eat him up?
“Money isn’t a problem.”
Meng Qiyan laughed sweetly, adjusting her posture while her ample, fair legs crossed, hinting at what lay beneath her skirt.
“We sisters have saved up quite a bit lately, and we’ve got nowhere to spend it.”
“Borrowing as much as you want isn’t an issue.”
Sang Zhe’s face broke into a smile.
“However—”
Meng Qiyan suddenly elongated her tone, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“Brother Sang, since you want to borrow money, you’d better have the proper borrowing demeanor, right?”
“…Huh?”
Sang Zhe didn’t grasp what she meant, staring at her blankly.
But Meng Qiyan had already sent a sister to fetch over a huge bag of spirit stones.
The hefty bag landed before Sang Zhe, making his eyes go wide.
Wow, are they loaded?
This bag must be worth two years of my salary.
Watching Sang Zhe drool, Meng Qiyan smiled even brighter.
“Want it?”
“Want, want it.” Sang Zhe gulped heavily.
“Very good.” Her lips curled into a sly smile.
“Then strip.”
“…Huh?”