Chapter 447: Shang Yan of the Three-Source Body

Slowly.

Drinking tea and watching dances could no longer satisfy Cheng Feng's restless heart.

A playful smile curled the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth; he stood up slowly, brushed off non-existent wrinkles on his body, and said, "Someone, bring wine. Today, we must drink to our heart's content."

Hongyu and Shang Yan exchanged a smile, then turned gracefully and each went into the inner chamber.

Hongyu smiled on the surface, but was secretly anxious inside: "It's over, it's over, it's reached the point of drinking. If he gets lustful and Shang Yan doesn't refuse but goes along with it, what will happen to the sect's plan? No, I must call someone."

She took a blood-colored stone from a hidden compartment, flicked it casually, and threw it out the window.

Shang Yan was picking and choosing in the wardrobe, her eyes darting about.

According to the rules, if a courtesan has a change of heart, she can find an opportunity during the second act.

If both parties are willing, who can stop it?

If the man has affection and the Concubine has intent, it is a fine story if it spreads.

Before long, they appeared again, as if they had become different people.

Hongyu was dressed in a fiery red short skirt, the hem like a blooming flower, revealing her long, fair legs.

A head of dark hair was draped casually over her shoulders, her eyes revealing a hint of wildness and charm.

Shang Yan wore a light purple tight-fitting outfit, outlining her exquisite figure.

She was covered by a layer of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, appearing and disappearing as she walked.

She was like a Fairy descending to the mortal world, yet carried a hint of alluring charm.

Cheng Feng's eyes lit up; he couldn't help but whistle and teased, "With this change of attire, you two beauties have truly made this Huayan Pavilion pale in comparison."

Hongyu giggled and took Cheng Feng's arm, saying, "Young Master Cheng only knows how to tease this Concubine. Today, I will certainly accompany you to drink to your heart's content."

Shang Yan also leaned over and said softly, "Young Master Cheng, let's go quickly."

The three arrived at the wine hall specially set up in Huayan Pavilion. It was decorated extremely elegantly, with all kinds of rare plants placed around, and a huge wine table in the middle, filled with all sorts of fine wines.

Cheng Feng sat down in a grand manner, patted the seat beside him, and said, "Come, sit down."

Hongyu and Shang Yan sat obediently on either side of Cheng Feng. Hongyu picked up the wine pot, poured a cup for Cheng Feng, and said coquettishly, "Young Master Cheng, this wine is a treasure of Huayan Pavilion. Please, have a taste."

Cheng Feng picked up the wine cup, sniffed it lightly, and a rich aroma of wine rushed to his nose. He tilted his head and drank it in one gulp, laughing loudly, "Good wine! It truly lives up to its reputation."

Shang Yan also picked up her wine cup, clinked it with Cheng Feng's, and said, "Young Master Cheng, this Concubine also toasts you." After speaking, she also drank the wine in one gulp, a flush appearing on her cheeks, adding a bit more beauty.

Cheng Feng's interest grew greatly, and he drank cup after cup. Hongyu and Shang Yan also clinked glasses with him from time to time, and the wine hall was filled with laughter.

As the intoxication grew, Cheng Feng's eyes became more intense. He looked at Hongyu and Shang Yan beside him, and a strong desire surged in his heart.

He pulled Hongyu into his arms, kissed her lightly on the face, and said, "Beauty, today let this Young Master pamper you well."

Hongyu thought to herself that it was bad; would she be targeted too?

On the surface, however, she coquettishly pushed Cheng Feng away and said, "Young Master Cheng, you have had too much to drink."

Cheng Feng laughed and said, "This Young Master has not had too much. Come, drink with me again." As he spoke, he picked up his wine cup again and drank it in one gulp.

Shang Yan watched the scene before her, her lips trembling slightly, feeling sour in her heart.

"I finally gathered the courage! I hope no one comes to disturb us."

Cheng Feng, however, was completely unaware of Shang Yan's thoughts, only busy holding Hongyu and reaching for the wine pot again.

Hongyu's eyes darted about; while dealing with Cheng Feng's intimacy, she secretly kept an eye on the movement outside, hoping that the signal she had just sent would quickly bring reinforcements.

Looking at Hongyu's "refusing-to-welcome" older-sister face, and remembering the pulse he had touched inadvertently just now—

The pulse was moving within stillness, latent and unreleased.

The Blood Qi was surging, thick and solid.

It was clearly the accomplishment of Bone Refining.

"This Hongyu, I'm afraid there is a problem."

A Bone Refining Martial Artist working as a courtesan in this brothel?

Who would believe it?

In the Space Ring, pinches of supplements that accelerate the circulation of Blood Qi were disappearing bit by bit.

Watching Hongyu's slowly reddening face,

Cheng Feng smiled silently.

No matter who you are, I will pretend I don't know.

Having a free lunch of such a high standard,

how could Cheng Feng be embarrassed to refuse?

The smile on the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth grew richer, yet he pretended to be completely unaware, continuing to flirt with Hongyu, his hands not stopping, holding Hongyu's waist, deliberately leaning close to her, feeling the temperature coming from her skin.

Hongyu was made somewhat flustered by Cheng Feng's intimate actions. She pretended to be calm and said coquettishly, "Young Master Cheng, please don't torment this Concubine like this." Inside, however, she was secretly vigilant, wondering why the reinforcements hadn't arrived yet, while also pondering whether Cheng Feng had discovered her abnormality.

Shang Yan sat to the side, watching Cheng Feng and Hongyu being so intimate, a flash of disappointment and jealousy appearing in her eyes. She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then picked up her wine cup and said to Cheng Feng, "Young Master Cheng, this Concubine will toast you again."

Cheng Feng finally moved his gaze away from Hongyu, looked at Shang Yan, took the wine cup and drank it in one gulp, and laughed, "Miss Shang Yan is also so enthusiastic; this Young Master is truly blessed today."

Shang Yan managed to squeeze out a smile and said, "As long as Young Master Cheng likes it."

Just at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the wine hall. Hongyu felt a surge of joy, knowing that the reinforcements might have arrived.

She deliberately went limp and fell into Cheng Feng's arms, saying coquettishly, "Young Master Cheng, this Concubine seems to be a bit drunk."

Cheng Feng sneered in his heart; he naturally knew that Hongyu was faking it, but he still played along with her and said, "The beauty is drunk, then rest well in this Young Master's arms."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the wine hall was pushed open violently. Several men in brocade clothes rushed in, followed by a plump madam who couldn't be stopped no matter how she tried.

The leader looked at Shang Yan somewhat nervously and said, "Miss Shang, I heard you are preparing to redeem your freedom?"

Cheng Feng frowned, pushed Hongyu away gently, stood up, looked at the newcomers, and said, "Who are you people?"