Chapter 182: Gifting Beauties

"Lord Meng, how should we arrange these four flower-like, jade-like quadruplets?" Liu Sheng asked.

Meng Yifan looked at the four identical beauties walking out from the main hall, feeling his eyes light up.

The brows of these four beauties were like willow leaves in early spring, their faces like peach blossoms in the third month.

Their fingers were like delicate jade scallions, their waists like swaying willows; they had curves in all the right places, angelic faces, and devilish figures; with every frown and every smile, they were soul-stirring and heart-wrenching.

"Top-tier, top-tier quadruplet beauties," Meng Yifan clicked his tongue in wonder.

The probability of quadruplets appearing is only one in seven hundred thousand, let alone that all four of them were beauties who had also undergone professional training, proficient in everything from playing instruments to singing; such top-tier beauties were something Meng Yifan could only dream of but never obtain on Earth.

Unfortunately, the body Meng Yifan occupied after transmigrating was that of a ten-year-old brat, not even fully grown; even if he wanted to do something shameful, he was willing but unable.

"Send them to my father. He is in his prime and a Martial Artist with vigorous blood and Qi; he has greater needs in that regard. I've discovered he has been sneaking off to brothels behind my back. If these four top-tier beauties are gifted to him, he will surely be very happy," Meng Yifan laughed.

Liu Sheng had a strange expression; he had never heard of a son gifting women to his father, let alone four quadruplet beauties at once. This fellow Meng Dayong had truly raised a good son; what good fortune.

Meng Yifan took the four beauties and went out to find Meng Dayong.

"Father, I'm gifting you four beauties; stop sneaking off to brothels from now on," Meng Yifan said.

Meng Dayong's old face flushed red, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "You brat, stop spouting nonsense. Who is sneaking off to brothels?"

"Haha, Father, what's there to be embarrassed about? You are in your prime; it's perfectly normal to have those kinds of needs."

"Look at these four beauties; each one is higher class than the headliners of the Yihong Courtyard. They are very good at serving people; from now on, they are yours."

Meng Dayong was caught between laughter and tears; he wanted to have Meng Yifan take these women away, but seeing these flower-like, jade-like beauties, he was very reluctant.

He wanted to put on the dignity of a father and scold Meng Yifan a few times, but Meng Yifan was doing this out of filial piety and hadn't done anything wrong, which left Meng Dayong in a dilemma.

"Father, I have things to do, so I'm leaving first. You should get to know these four beauties well." Meng Yifan had long since seen that his father was tempted by these four beauties, so he hurriedly found an excuse and slipped away.

"This little brat, actually gifting his old man women," Meng Dayong laughed and cursed, then looked at the four beauties.

"Master Meng, we four sisters are all orphans with no one to rely on; we have only learned the skill of serving others. We can tell you are a good person; please, just take us in," the beauty in red, the eldest sister, pleaded.

"Please, Master Meng, take us in," the other three beauties also pleaded.

With the beauties pleading in soft voices, Meng Dayong no longer refused and said, "Then stay."

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Meng Yifan had people renovate the original main hall of Long Guxing into a Practice Chamber.

Meng Yifan ordered that no one be allowed to disturb him, then closed the door tightly, sat cross-legged, and sent his Spiritual Power out of his body into the mysterious space within the Ghost Head Blade.

In this space, the light was dim and filled with faint Yin energy. In the center was a Grand Parade Ground, a place where Yin energy gathered; the Yin energy here was even denser, allowing Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals to slowly increase their strength by staying here.

As the Ghost Head Blade devoured more and more Divine Souls, this Grand Parade Ground continued to grow larger.

When Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power first entered this special space, this Grand Parade Ground was only about one mu in area; now it had become three mu, having expanded threefold.

A large number of Yin Souls were gathered around the drill ground, all sucked in by Meng Yifan using the Ghost Head Blade.

Meng Yifan's figure appeared on the high platform in the middle of the Grand Parade Ground, where a black dragon, the thickness of a little finger and three inches long, covered in scales with a single horn on its head, was coiled.

"Master, you've come." The black snake raised its head, looked at Meng Yifan somewhat lazily, then laid back down on the ground, preparing to fall fast asleep.

This black dragon was the Artifact Spirit of the Ghost Head Blade. Ever since Meng Yifan became an Immortal Cultivator, through dripping blood and channeling Yin Spiritual Power, the Ghost Head Blade had recognized Meng Yifan as its master.

The Artifact Spirit of the Ghost Head Blade was very miraculous; its original body had long since disappeared, leaving only a wisp of a remnant soul. After recognizing its master, it absorbed a drop of Meng Yifan's Blood Essence and some Yin Spiritual Power, actually manifesting into this mini-sized little dragon.

Meng Yifan named it Xiao Hei, and the dragon Artifact Spirit was very dissatisfied with this name, protesting for a long time.

Unfortunately, the protest was ineffective, and in the end, it had to helplessly accept this very trashy name.

Meng Yifan had asked Xiao Hei about what level of treasure the Ghost Head Blade was and what other functions it had, but Xiao Hei knew nothing, leaving Meng Yifan speechless.

Xiao Hei had once been injured, its soul body incomplete, and it had lost a large amount of memory; perhaps when it recovered a bit more, it would be able to recall some things from the past.

Zhang Butou and the other Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals all knelt on one knee, bowing deeply, and shouted in unison, "Respectfully welcome the Master's arrival."

"Everyone get up and continue training," Meng Yifan said.

"Yes!" Zhang Butou and the other Ghost Soldiers resumed training. Many of these Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals under Meng Yifan were originally First Grade Ghost Soldiers; their soul bodies were loose, and their combat power was very weak.

This time, after wiping out the Crocodile Gang and the Wuyou Gang, Meng Yifan had collected many high-quality Yin Souls. He selected a batch from them to join the ranks of the Ghost Soldiers; in this way, the weakest of these one hundred Ghost Soldiers were now Second Grade Lower Tier Ghost Soldiers.

The training subject for the Second Grade Ghost Soldiers was mainly using their own Yin energy to drive Embroidered Needles.

Embroidered Needles danced continuously in the air, making Meng Yifan dizzy.

On the high platform where Meng Yifan was, there were three stone pillars, to which three Third Grade Ghost Souls were tied: Zuo Moyan, Long Guxing, and Jiang Tian, respectively.

"Are you still unwilling to surrender?" Meng Yifan asked coldly.

This Grand Parade Ground was an Yin Soldier Array Disk that could accommodate two Ghost Generals and one hundred Ghost Soldiers. Currently, one Ghost General spot was still vacant, and Meng Yifan intended to choose one from the Yin Souls of Zuo Moyan and the others, but they would rather have their souls scattered than become Ghost Generals.

Among the three, the one Meng Yifan most wanted to subdue was Zuo Moyan, because Zuo Moyan was a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator while alive and understood much knowledge regarding immortal cultivation. If Zuo Moyan became a Ghost General, Meng Yifan could consult him at any time.

Zuo Moyan's Yin Soul snorted coldly and said, "Meng Yifan, stop having pipe dreams. You don't dare kill me; I have a Spirit Jade Slip with my master. If my soul is scattered, he will be able to sense it."

"At that time, you will surely die. If you are sensible, let me go, and I can swear that the grudge between us will be wiped clean; I will not come to seek revenge on you."