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Paragon of Sin

The Heavenly Dao exists. It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces. The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be? What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?! WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?! So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them. This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner. The greatest sinner of them all. ----- As some of you may know, I'm also the Author of Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies! This is my second project, and one I'm incredibly passionate about! I hope you all enjoy following the adventures of Wei Wuyin! And I hope that I can bring a fresh experience to you all. ---- Follow for Updates: https://twitter.com/KevinAscending Here's Discord if you just want to chat or meet some like-minded individuals! https://discord.gg/kevinascending If you want to support my novel, to increase the ratio of releases, or to receive monthly bonus releases! You can support here: https://www.patreon.com/KevinAscending https://ko-fi.com/kevinascending paypal.me/KevinJpl Or @Kevinjpl Any and all support goes to supporting me and my right to write!

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Chapter 1311: CKC, Evil Sentinels

He Yanglei felt as if he was caught between a mountain and three tigresses, and his heart could barely hold out. Was this how he would die? The thought of dying at the hands of a beauty wasn't too bad, if only it was in a warm bed, in her loving embrace, not on this dastardly planet! 

"Oh? Seems like you have a few foxes hunting you. You must be popular with the ladies, huh? What's your secret?" The white-robed cultivator chuckled, clearly amused by this situation. However, the undertone of greed and desire was laced in every syllable. Those blood-red eyes beneath his hood were like an ocean of flowing, hot blood. It tainted the very air it looked at with a bloody scent. 

It was difficult to discern the figure's facial features, as there seemed to be a potent concealment formation beneath the hood, obscuring both visual and spiritual senses. Those malevolent, bloody eyes of his surreptitiously inspected the trio's figures.