Chapter 3153: Madam, hurry

Knowing how terrifying this powder was, Mu You broke out in a cold sweat instantly, pointing at Hong Zun, his whole body trembling as he spoke.

"You-you-you…… how could you put this stuff into the wine."

"I didn't add it."

"Who is it?"

"It's my disciple Xu Jie."

"Xu Jie again? That damned Xú Lǎosān, why didn't you throw it away?"

"I was thinking it might still be useful later."

"I……"

He still wanted to say something, but in the next instant the terrifying drug effect hit him; Mu You knew he couldn't delay any longer, lest he lose his rationality.

He simply looked at the other fellow disciples nearby and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Fellow senior brothers, this powder is my concoction; I have only one warning: this drug has no cure. Those with a dao partner, seek your dao partner; those without, good luck to you. Don't let too many people see your disgraceful side—I take my leave."

Having said that, he didn't wait for anyone's reply, a flash and he vanished from the spot.

Mu You, who has a dao partner, is going home.

Watching Mu You flash away and disappear, the others present exchanged glances, recalling his words before leaving—this drug has no cure—and they all felt a tingling numbness on their scalps.

"I'm heading home first."

"Madam, wait for me."

"I…… I fuck, I don't have a dao partner."

Those with a dao partner went straight to find theirs; those without panicked at once—no, I'm fucking single.

"Don't just stand there—go listen to music at the brothel quarter."

"Right, right, hurry up and go."

Immediately, several single fellow disciples rushed straight to the nearest city.

However, before leaving, everyone glared at Hong Zun in unison, the meaning already clear—this matter isn't over.

As for that, Hong Zun had long grown accustomed to it; you yourselves chose to drink it, and you even had that knife-wielding maniac watch me—how is this my fault?

As the crowd departed, Hong Zun glanced at Qin Shan Hai, still sitting nearby, and spoke irritably.

"What are you still sitting here for? I don't serve meals here."

"Oh."

Hearing that, Qin Shan Hai sheathed his knife, stood up and left without any hesitation.

At last it was quiet, but everywhere in the Dao One Immortal Sect was in chaos.

At the Pill Hall, Mu You's dao partner, who had been teaching a group of disciples, suddenly saw Mu You rush in, grab his hand, and drag him outside.

"Madam, hurry."

"What's wrong? I still have things to do here."

"No time left; I, as your husband, am in a hurry."

"Huh???"

Noticing that Mu You's condition seemed off—after all, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, obvious at a glance.

So he didn't struggle, letting Mu You pull him back to the cave abode.

Similar scenes were playing out in the other major halls.

"Madam, as the saying goes, 'train soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a moment'; I, as your husband, have offended."

"Lin Potian, you're sick—what nonsense are you spouting?"

"No time to explain, let's go."

"Bai Hua Shimei, you go first; I and my lady have important matters to discuss."

"Bai Hua Shimei just sat down."

"No time, Bai Hua Shimei, go, hurry."

One could see Lin Potian and the other fellow disciples rushing in panic to their respective dao partners, dragging them into the rooms without a word.

All their faces flushed red, leaving everyone bewildered—what happened? Why the rush?

Those who had dao partners were fine, but the few single fellow disciples were now sprinting full speed toward the nearest city.

Along the way, they only felt their consciousness growing blurrier, their rationality fading, replaced by pure bestiality.

"Damn it, just how much of this stuff did Mu You put in?"

"Useless; their cultivation can't suppress it at all."

"Cut the chatter, how much longer?"

"Soon; they'll arrive within a hundred breaths."

After a moment, in a still fairly prosperous city, even the city-guarding cultivators didn't see who was coming clearly—only a few black shadows flashed by, and they immediately shouted angrily.

"Who? What petty villain……"

"Business of the Dao One Immortal Sect."

"There's no time to waste talking nonsense with these guys; after throwing out that line, they headed straight into the city."

Hearing that they were strong cultivators from the Dao One Immortal Sect, the city-guarding cultivators naturally dared not offend them; after seeing the few rush into the city without pause, they immediately headed straight for the brothel quarter.

For a moment, all the city-guarding cultivators wore strange expressions; someone couldn't help but ask the leader.

"Sir, are they really from the Dao One Immortal Sect?"

"Probably."

Upon hearing that, the leader felt uncertain—after all, you're on business for the Dao One Immortal Sect, so why rush straight to the brothel quarter?

Although it's normal for cultivators to go to the brothel quarter to hear a tune, drink, or even enjoy other pastimes, you lot aren't normally this rushed.

This is so urgent, I've been impatient for a long time.

I can't figure it out, and at this moment the madam in the Gōulán is even more puzzled.

Just seeing several senior fellow disciples rush in like a gust of wind; when the wind died down, they were already standing in the shop.

Each with flushed faces, panting heavily, veins bulging on their foreheads, looking like they wanted to devour someone.

The surrounding crowd, which had been lively, all froze.

The lively scene instantly fell into dead silence; still, the madam was the first to come to her senses, though her brow involuntarily furrowed, she still enthusiastically stepped forward at once, rushing straight to Mo Yun.

"Mo Yun, sir, you've come today with free time, huh?"

"From the looks of it, you obviously know each other; this Mo Yun is also a regular here."

But this time, Mo Yun had no nonsense, because he really couldn't hold back any longer; looking at the madam slowly walking toward him, Mo Yun gritted his teeth and said.

"Quick, room, girl, arrange it for me."

"Yo, sir, why are you in such a hurry today? Aren't you a refined person? Why not listen to some music first?"

"You fucking……"

"I could have held back, but as the madam softly leaned into my embrace, that distinctive opposite-sex fragrance rushed straight to my head."

In an instant it was just like tossing a torch onto a pile of dry wood soaked in fire oil—the flames weren't just shooting up.

"Before the madam could react, I felt a pair of strong, powerful arms suddenly wrap around my waist."

"Ah, sir, what are you doing……"

"It's you, let's go."

"No, sir, wait a moment—I fucking only handle affairs, I don't take clients."

"But Mo Yun couldn't care less about that now—who told you to lean in yourself? You don't see my condition is off, yet you still dare to get closer."

"Under the stunned gaze of the surrounding crowd, Mo Yun and the madam instantly vanished from the spot."

"As for the remaining few senior fellow disciples, they were dumbfounded at this point."

"Where are the people?"

"On the way here, Mo Yun kept patting his chest, saying he knew this place well, but several of us had never come before."

"You fucking said you'd come to arrange things—where are the people? What's the deal with dumping them here? We've never been to this place—what are we supposed to do now?"

"Not even a familiar girl is available; several of us stand in the shop, as hall masters of the Dao One Immortal Sect, we're momentarily panicked—what should we do now?"