The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 223: Angela’s Master

The remaining three turned pale with fear. John's speed was so overwhelming they couldn't even track his movements. Their eyes darted around in panic.

They hadn't expected this young man to be such a powerful cultivator.

It was a trap—one they'd walked right into!

John turned around with a grin. "Look! I've surrounded them. Want me to leave one for you?"

"Damn it! This scumbag is mocking us!"

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Their anger boiled over. They had never been so humiliated. But facing a cultivator like John, they knew they stood no chance. Their only option—

Run!

The three turned to flee.

"You bastards! How dare you offend the Demonism! You will pay for this!" one of them shouted over his shoulder.

"You want to run?"

John narrowed his eyes. A blast of vital energy erupted from his body.

"Listen well! I'm the chief disciple of Immortal Morality—Gary Williams!"

As he spoke, each word transformed into deep green talismans that streaked across the air and struck the three men.

They exploded into dust.

Plop!

Angela fell backward into a shallow stream.

Startled, John rushed to her. "What's wrong, Angela? Did I hurt you by accident?"

"N-No... John, you were so domineering just now!" Her eyes sparkled with awe. "By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Weren't you supposed to be a monk like me?"

"My situation is a bit... special. Not only me—Queenie and Alice have become cultivators too, with my help. If you—"

"No, no! If I let you help me cultivate, wouldn't that make me your disciple? No way!" Angela shook her head quickly.

John shrugged.

They returned to Greenland Villa.

No one else was home.

Angela rushed straight into the bathroom. She'd just returned from raiding the tomb of Demonism's former bishop. Though she'd washed her face, her clothes were still dusty and uncomfortable.

She soaked for over an hour, scrubbing herself vigorously as if trying to wash away all the bad luck.

Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning—

She had forgotten to bring clean clothes!

Even worse than Queenie's mistake!

Queenie had at least wrapped herself in a towel before walking out—though she slipped, the towel fell, and John walked in...

Angela didn't even have a towel with her!

Normally, it wasn't a big deal. She lived with her sisters and often didn't care. But today—

She had completely forgotten John was home.

So when she emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel in hand, she froze the moment she saw him in the living room.

Having taken such a long bath, the white mist rolled into the living room like clouds from heaven.

A fairy descending—a completely naked fairy.

John looked up, eyes wide in disbelief.

Angela froze.

Then she shrieked, face burning red, and hurled the towel at his face before darting into her bedroom.

John peeled the fragrant towel off his face, still grinning. He couldn't help but recall what he'd just seen.

It turned out he'd been mistaken.

Angela wasn't flat-chested—at least not entirely. Compared to her other sisters, she seemed flat. But she'd clearly been binding her chest with cloth—probably for ease of movement while exploring tombs.

Conclusion: Angela was a B cup.

Two days later.

John finally met Angela's master—Gianna Semel—and realized just how inexperienced he truly was.

Because...

Her chest was even flatter than Angela's.

"Master, I've told John the principles of Immortal Morality," Angela said respectfully. "But he has some questions."

Gianna nodded and studied John up and down. "We did right by assigning Perry to teach you. Reaching the Venerable Realm in fifteen years isn't bad. If you have questions, ask. Though I may not answer them."

John was speechless.

Then what was the point of asking?

Sure enough, Immortal Morality wasn't exactly a model of transparency.

After a moment of thought, John decided to lay it all out. He voiced the doubts plaguing him: his mysterious background, the intentions of the person manipulating things behind the scenes, and what the true purpose of Immortal Morality was.

Gianna smiled knowingly. "It's not time to reveal everything. Your task for now is simple: protect your sisters."

John sighed, head drooping. He felt like a monkey being led in circles.

Then Gianna pulled him aside, whispering with an oddly secretive expression, "By the way, John... I want to ask you something. You've been back in New York for a while now. Have you, um... won?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean with your sisters. Is everything... going well?" She gave him a playful wink.

John blinked, baffled.

"My master told me that before I complete the Nameless Divine Skill, I must not touch my sisters. Otherwise, I could lose my kidney yang. So I've always behaved."

"He really told you that?" Gianna asked.

John nodded sincerely.

Gianna burst into laughter. "Haha! Perry is hilarious."

"What do you mean?" John asked, confused.

"Nothing. Just do what he told you. Remember: protect your sisters."

She smiled again—deep and mysterious.