Chapter 13: Inner Refinement in Meng Hua Lou

Mo Luo Sa flew while speaking: “We just went to a cheap eatery; next, we’re heading to one of the finest pleasure spots in the entire Wei Yang City.”

“One of the finest pleasure spots in Wei Yang City? Where?” Luo Feng asked curiously.

“Meng Hua Lou,” Mo Luo Sa said with deliberate mystery.

“Wan Zu cultivators often conceal their true forms and appear similar, but they’re from entirely different lineages,” Luo Feng said. “Some don’t even have gender, and their preferences vary wildly. How could Meng Hua Lou attract cultivators from all ten thousand lineages?”

Mo Luo Sa replied: “You’ll see soon enough, Master.”

As they chatted, a grand complex of buildings appeared ahead, sprawling across vast land and shrouded in arrays; faintly visible were numerous attendants flying everywhere, with laughter, music, and roars drifting out.

“That’s Meng Hua Lou,” Mo Luo Sa sighed. “Everything’s perfect—just too expensive.”

A figure in green robes flew forward to greet them, bowing humbly: “Your presence here is an honor to Meng Hua Lou.”

In Wei Yang City, Eternal True Gods were the most powerful beings—they were the very heavens of Wei Yang City. Each had their own affairs, and Meng Hua Lou rarely hosted even a single Eternal True God.

“It’s my first time here. Arrange everything,” Luo Feng ordered.

“Yes,” the green-robed attendant smiled, her expression alluring. “I shall arrange the most noble chamber for you: Lan Xing Hall.”

She flew ahead to guide them; Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa followed.

The entire Meng Hua Lou’s array resembled a vast, labyrinthine world. Mo Luo Sa gazed in awe: “I’ve been here several times, but never this deep—this must be where only true VIPs are allowed.”

Luo Feng suddenly frowned slightly; as a Perfect Divine Body, his perception was vast and sharp—he sensed something repulsive happening in a nearby hall.

The hall was enormous, filled with guests from countless lineages, feasting, laughing, and watching a life-or-death duel at its center.

Two True Gods were desperately trying to kill each other.

Blood stained the hall’s center; over a dozen True God corpses lay scattered, each revealed in their true forms after death.

“Kill! Kill! Kill him! If you lose, your whole family dies with you!” roared a guest in green robes.

“Cong Que Shan, this time you sent ten servants into the Ten Perils Duel—now only one remains. I still have three untouched,” chuckled another guest with eight arms. “It seems the stakes are mine.”

“Hmph, it’s not over yet. My guard is exceptionally gifted—he’ll kill all your remaining servants,” the green-robed guest snarled.

“Is that so?” The eight-armed guest lifted his wine cup.

The other guests were ecstatic.

“Cong Que Shan, I bet on you to win—your servant’s barely holding on. Only one left!”

“My servant will win. He will win,” the green-robed guest’s face twisted with fury; the two True Gods dueling in the center grew even more frenzied—they had no escape.

Each side sent ten servants; the duel ended only when one side was utterly annihilated.

How could they possibly want to take part in such a cruel gamble?

But they had no choice.

“I left my tribe to come to Wei Yang City, seeking opportunity. I received a legacy and grew stronger. But now I’m going to die here—what’s my sister doing back in the tribe?” muttered a bald True God, clearly losing.

“Kill him!” roared the green-robed guest. “Kill the other three too—I’ll reward you handsomely!”

“Pathetic,” the eight-armed guest said confidently.

At that moment, Luo Feng, Mo Luo Sa, and the attendant flew past from afar; Luo Feng cast a brief glance toward the hall.

Wei Yang City’s laws forbade killing.

But since True Gods sought greater strength and sometimes craved combat, the city permitted life-or-death duels if both parties signed voluntary death contracts.

Yet Luo Feng saw at once: these True Gods dueling in the hall were clearly forced into it.

“Hum~~~”

Luo Feng merely glanced once.

An invisible aura swept through every living being in the hall; the reveling guests and gamblers suddenly felt as if an unimaginably terrifying presence had locked onto them.

The two True Gods locked in mortal combat froze—their thoughts halted, their minds went blank.

Most of these guests were Void True Gods, yet not a single one dared speak.

“Your Excellency,” the green-robed attendant gasped and stopped flying.

“I was in good spirits today,” Luo Feng said calmly, a hint of lethal aura in his brow. “But now I’ve seen this. It stains my eyes and ruins my mood.”

The attendant trembled in fear. “It’s Meng Hua Lou’s negligence—such life-or-death duels are strictly forbidden here. We’ve offended Your Excellency. Tonight’s entire bill is on us.”

“Take us to Lan Xing Hall,” Luo Feng said.

“Yes,” the attendant resumed leading the way.

Mo Luo Sa glanced back at the distant hall, grinning wickedly: “A bunch of brats.” Then he followed Luo Feng toward Lan Xing Hall.

Inside the hall where the life-or-death duel had taken place:

“Everyone, leave quickly,” the serving attendant urged anxiously. “That unknown Eternal True God clearly despises these duels.”

“Go, go!” Cong Que Shan shouted immediately. “Everyone, hurry!”

“You got lucky,” the eight-armed guest dared not linger—he fled fastest, vanishing beyond the hall with his three guards. The other guests scattered just as quickly.

The two surviving True Gods exchanged glances. “Turns out we escaped death,” they said. They gathered their fallen comrades’ bodies and departed swiftly.

…

Deep within Meng Hua Lou, at its core: Lan Xing Hall.

“Even though Meng Hua Lou is one of Wei Yang City’s top pleasure spots, Eternal True Gods rarely come,” Mo Luo Sa sat beside him. “Most guests are Void True Gods—they’re wild, and the attendants dare not stop the scions of great clans.”

The green-robed attendant poured wine and served nearby.

“The world is full of filth—what can I possibly control?” Luo Feng said calmly. “The faint aura I released was merely a warning.”

“What if they ignore your warning and keep doing it?” Mo Luo Sa asked.

“Then they’re disrespecting me—slapping my face. If they die, they have no one to blame but themselves,” Luo Feng said.

Mo Luo Sa hurriedly replied: “Master, you’re so kind—you gave them a chance to live.”

The serving attendant trembled inwardly.

!.

Many of the guests in that hall came from Wei Yang City’s top clans—would this unknown Eternal True God really kill them? Or was he just speaking casually?

“Hmm?” Luo Feng noticed a woman in black robes entering the hall; she bowed slightly upon entering.

“Your Excellency,” the green-robed attendant introduced her. “This is Su Ya, the personal disciple of our master.”

Mo Luo Sa added: “In all of Wei Yang City, there are only a handful of Eternal True Gods skilled in illusion arts—and only the master of Meng Hua Lou uses them to entertain guests.”

Luo Feng nodded.

He himself cultivated the Nine Illusion Realms and had just entered the Eternal True God realm. If illusion arts weren’t meant for combat but for mass entertainment, their effect was truly extraordinary.

“Begin,” Luo Feng said, curious to see what kind of illusion Meng Hua Lou used to attract cultivators from all ten thousand lineages.

The black-robed woman sat alone, waved her hand, and before her appeared multiple musical instruments.

As she infused divine power into them, a chorus of sounds erupted—each instrument carried the power to influence the mind; together, they instantly drew Luo Feng into memories of his past.

Emotions began to blaze.

Luo Feng seemed to see the people of Earth, countless souls rushing forward to confront the Golden Horned Beast.

“Using music as a trigger, illusion as the foundation, stirring emotion…”

“Passion! Excitement! Burning!”

“For those of us who’ve cultivated for eons, the soul grows ever still—like an endless earth, barely trembling. To make my heart surge violently? Nearly impossible.” Luo Feng offered no resistance, willingly letting the music and illusion affect him.

But his soul’s will was too immense—peak Chaos-level willpower could not be shaken by such illusions.

It merely stirred memories of Earth.

That fiery, passionate era!

“Ah—the Nine Yuan Technique contains many methods to cultivate the soul’s will. One of them is the Seven Emotions Soul Refinement Method.” As Luo Feng’s memories surged, he recalled the Seven Emotions Soul Refinement Method.

“The Seven Emotions Soul Refinement Method actively amplifies the soul’s sensitivity—making one easily moved, joyful, enraged, sorrowful… Then, using these emotions as nourishment, one refines the soul’s will.”

As soon as Luo Feng thought of it, he activated the Seven Emotions Soul Refinement Method. The technique surged—and instantly, his soul’s perception expanded.

The music and illusion, which had merely stirred faint resonance and memory before, now intensified a thousandfold.

“Boom!!!”

Luo Feng was suddenly transported back to the past.

“Sit down. Close your eyes. Remember—don’t resist,” Luo Feng said in a low voice.

“Understood,” said Mo Han De Sen, Yi Si Te, Tripathi Singh, Jia Yi, and Suo Ke Luo Fu, seated in their designated positions according to the Six Points Technique. They looked at each other, faces lit with strange smiles.

It was the moment when these six had sacrificed themselves to kill the Golden Horned Beast.

A blazing will surged within Luo Feng—transcending life and death, focused solely on killing the Golden Horned Beast.

With the Seven Emotions Soul Refinement Method aiding him, this blazing emotion grew so intense that tears welled in Luo Feng’s eyes.

…

The music and illusion were meant to serve guests, so only beneficial emotions were stirred.

Burning passion, love, unyielding vows, brotherhood forged in life and death…

Long after, the black-robed musician ceased playing. She was startled by the expression on this unknown Eternal True God’s face—Eternal True Gods rarely became so deeply immersed in her illusions.

Luo Feng’s eyes held faint tears as he slowly opened them.

“Good. Very good,” Luo Feng whispered.

Thank you to our two new Alliance Masters: Wu Di Zhan Shen Luo Feng, La Feng Jian Qi

(End of Chapter)