Chapter 115

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The biggest difference between Yixiang Pavilion and a few months ago is that the beauties inside have been swapped out for a whole new batch.

Several headliners are gone; no one knows if they were redeemed by some cultivator or met a tragic end.

The courtesans and dancing girls, however, remain the same old way, with no great change.

Only the novice prostitutes — every single one is an unfamiliar face.

"Immortal Master, which floor?" The manager is still Hongzhu; her brows hold spring, her smile thick with flirtation.

Xu Zhangqing tossed two low-grade spirit stones into her embrace and said blandly, "Second floor."

The current me is merely one among the many loose cultivators of Dongqing City.

Going to the third floor would easily draw others' attention.

That is, after all, the floor sect disciples like to frequent.

But the first floor has far too many people.

Shoulder to shoulder, body pressing against body.

Therefore, the second floor with fewer people is undoubtedly the best choice for drinking flower wine.

The beauties of this floor are merely inferior in looks to the third floor; in every other aspect there is no issue whatsoever.

"Right away, Immortal Master, second floor please!" Hongzhu put away the spirit stones, then signaled the nearby beauties with her eyes.

Only for the third floor would she, as manager, personally lead the way.

The second and first floors need no such thing.

Of course, if you can produce a middle-grade spirit stone, that's another matter entirely.

"Immortal Master, let's go up!" Before long, several warbling beauties clustered around Xu Zhangqing; the group climbed the stairway step by step to the second floor, then found a spot by the railing and sat down.

Immediately after, these people lined up in a row, awaiting selection.

Even a few male prostitutes of decent looks emerged, all powerfully built with eight-pack abs.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze swept over them, then he chose a girl called "Xiao Taohong."

Not old, petite in stature.

Face flushed red, carrying three parts drunkenness.

Of course, Xu Zhangqing knew in his heart that these people weren't drunk at all.

At a glance they seem fragrant, soft, and tender with affection. In reality, it's all a trained performance.

If they didn't do this, how would you willingly spend money on them?

Did you really think coming to Yixiang Pavilion only costs three low-grade spirit stones for an all-night enjoyment?

As a famous money-pit in Dongqing City, that's merely the entry fee!

"Immortal Master, drink!" Before long, Xiao Taohong, changed into a pink gauze skirt, set the wine on the table, poured a cup with her tender white hands, then cradled it and slowly brought it to the guest's lips.

Xu Zhangqing took a shallow sip and found Yixiang Pavilion's wine was indeed better — at least a grade above what's in the loose cultivator market.

But not sweet; instead, extremely spicy.

One mouthful down, from mouth to throat all the way to the abdomen, everything burned.

With this potency, the vast majority of people would be drunk before exceeding five liang.

What happens after, those who understand understand.

One could say Yixiang Pavilion just stops short of putting "pay up" in plain sight.

At this moment, a not-small commotion came from the doorway.

Xu Zhangqing looked over and discovered several fellows dressed passably but behaving extremely crudely.

"Red Sister, today your grandpa's brought his brothers to have a good time again." The leader was a pockmarked man, face quite ugly, yet his spending was very generous — he directly produced a huge middle-grade spirit stone.

"Aiyo!"

Hongzhu's eyes lit up; she immediately led several beauties to welcome him.

"Tch, what's Han Mazzi putting on airs for?"

"This dog thing just got lucky — he actually found a cultivator's cave abode in the Black Forest!"

"Seems it was in the area where that Rolling Earth Dragon appeared, right?"

Han Mazzi's appearance drew many envious gazes.

In just a few words, Xu Zhangqing understood what had happened.

Turns out, Han Mazzi is a member of a certain hunting demon team in Dongqing City.

When everyone's attention at the time was fixed on that Rolling Earth Dragon, Han Mazzi walked into dog-shit luck and accidentally entered a cultivator's cave abode.

Therefore, this guy struck it rich all at once; now he lives carefree day after day, nights of song and wine, no longer needing to join the hunting demon team and risk his life slaying monsters.

Therefore, he incurred the jealousy and envy of many peers.

Xu Zhangqing didn't care, and soon withdrew his gaze.

Just then, from the third floor above his head, came a dialogue between a man and a woman.

The man said: "The owner of that cave abode has been confirmed as the Human-Grade Golden Core Huang Yuanhua from three hundred years ago; even now half remains unexplored, especially that Earth-rank escape art 【Earth Escape Technique】 which hasn't been found yet."

The woman said: "Although I don't have an Earth Spirit Root, as long as it's found, it can be sold for at least 5,000 middle-grade spirit stones!"

This man and woman's dialogue seemed quiet, but in reality the surrounding people heard it clearly.

Those able to spend at Yixiang Pavilion are without exception all cultivators, each with keen senses.

Therefore, after hearing this, many people's expressions changed.

Why should this loose cultivator called Han Mazzi get rich, while they cannot?

If they happen to find the so-called 【Earth Escape Technique】 mentioned by those two, wouldn't they be able to stay at Yixiang Pavilion every day!

"Something's off." Xu Zhangqing raised an eyebrow.

Han Mazzi had just appeared, and was spending money like water, drawing attention.

Immediately after, this pair of man and woman on the third floor began "unintentionally" leaking such major news.

Although not many people heard it, there are hardly any simple ones among those who can reach the second and third floors.

What's more, those who heard it are not only cultivators.

Xu Zhangqing glanced at Xiao Taohong beside him, who seemed to be slumped there; at this moment, her attention was no longer on the guests, her eyes constantly sneaking glances toward the third floor.

Obviously, this news would leak out very soon.

But Xu Zhangqing always felt it was a bit too coincidental; he feared that dog couple upstairs, and Han Mazzi who was spending money like water on the first floor just now, the three of them were putting on an act.

Their purpose was most likely to lure a batch of people into the so-called 【Cave Abode of Jinling Golden Core Huang Yuanhua】 for an expedition.

Either it's a trap.

Or it's to let these fools serve as cannon fodder.

Therefore, Xu Zhangqing not only wasn't tempted, but instead stopped paying attention to this matter.

Regardless, he would absolutely not venture deep into the Black Forest; what cave abode, secret realm, treasure — how could any compare to the importance of his own life?

Sure enough, in the following time, many people left Yixiang Pavilion one after another.

As for what they went to do, only they themselves know.

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In a flash, time arrived at the next morning.

Xu Zhangqing removed his disguise and changed back into the white clothes of an Immortal Sect disciple.

After leaving the inn, he walked step by step toward the Flying Crossing Point.

Just as he arrived, he saw several people coming down from above.

"Who knows if what Old Three said is true or false?"

"If it really is a Golden Core True Person's cave abode, we'll definitely strike it rich!"

"We have to hurry, it's not just us over there!"

These few people were cultivators at a glance.

One of them was actually wearing the white clothing that only Formal Disciples of 【Dongting Immortal Sect】 have, and on his chest was even embroidered an inverted Golden Sword — obviously a Metal Spirit Root Disciple.

When brushing past Xu Zhangqing, the other party even deliberately nodded; although they didn't know each other, they still exchanged a greeting.

After all, outside, people from the same Immortal Sect, clan, or region all count as 【One's Own People】.

Xu Zhangqing watched the few people's hurried departing figures, his expression quite shocked: "Even Immortal Sect disciples have been alarmed, just what are that dog couple trying to do???"