Chapter 416: Holy Water
Yu Huisheng struck his palm with his fist, his face twisted with worry. “Ah, how am I going to explain this to Lord Tai Shan?”
The “Hong Di” he mentioned was the fourth son of the associate magistrate of Qian Prefecture. Though relatively mediocre and not particularly important, he was still the son of a magistrate—how could he simply die?
Li Wuxing shook his head slightly, offering no further comment. How they handled the matter was their family’s affair, none of his concern. His mere presence here was already a great honor; for a case of this scale, even two Golden Blade Envoys would have been considered more than enough.
Li Wuxing hadn’t expected the matter to conclude so smoothly.
“Let’s go. Now that everything’s settled, I’ll return. Brother Liang, if you ever have time, come find me at the prefecture. We can share a drink and catch up then.”
Li Wuxing showed no arrogance, treating Xu Sanyan as an equal.
“Very well. Once I’ve set up the formation, I’ll definitely come visit and enjoy the prefecture’s scenic beauty,” Xu Sanyan replied, cupping his hands in a respectful bow.
The two Golden Blade Envoys then gathered the evidence from the cave, drained the Blood Pool, and revealed a massive pile of white bones—at least five or six hundred skeletons.
Yu Huisheng glanced at the pile, unable to distinguish which bones belonged to his brother-in-law. He sighed helplessly and gathered them all for burial.
Emerging from the cave, Li Wuxing flipped his hand, producing a token. “This is a travel permit from the Grand Temple of Eternal Harmony. Brother Liang, if you ever come to the prefecture, you can use this token to find me at the temple.”
“Thank you,” Liang Yongzhuo replied.
The two men nodded to each other, then parted ways.
Xu Sanyan stood silently on the mountain peak, watching the three figures recede into the distance, a soundless smile playing on his lips.
Yu Huisheng, observing his expression, felt a chill run down his spine.
“Senior Brother, let’s go too,” Xu Sanyan said, his tone perfectly normal as he helped Yu Huisheng back down the mountain along the same path they had taken earlier.
Meanwhile, under the cover of night, the three men hurried onward. One of the Golden Blade Envoys spoke cautiously, “Master, in my humble opinion, Liang Yongzhuo seems to be hiding something.”
Li Wuxing replied without turning his head, “I know. But who doesn’t have secrets? As long as he doesn’t cause trouble, we don’t need to interfere.”
With countless cultivators in the world, he had no time to pry into others’ secrets. His only duty was to fulfill his own responsibilities.
The two Golden Blade Envoys fell silent.
After a moment, Li Wuxing spoke again, “When we return, summon Master Danzhen. Have him examine the formation and determine its true purpose. Is it truly just for improving the lives of the people, as he claims?”
“Yes, sir.”
The two Golden Blade Envoys nodded in unison, understanding that the Junior High Priest did not trust the young man.
Tang Huanhuan didn’t even look up, drowsily guarding the few wine jars beside her. Her bronze-colored cheek rested against the rim of one jar, a strand of saliva slowly stretching from her mouth toward the wine. Just before it dripped in, she sucked it back into her mouth with a sharp inhale.
The young official’s heart pounded as he stared intently. This was the same jar his wine had been ladled from earlier. He wondered if her saliva had contaminated it.
If it had, he wouldn’t take it.
Tang Huanhuan had only been here for two years, yet she had already established herself, selling spirit wine. Her success wasn’t just due to her exceptional skills; her striking beauty and unconventional demeanor played a significant role.
Many lecherous old men came to buy wine solely because of her looks.
Could a beautiful woman’s saliva even be called saliva?
That shit was holy water!
The young official tossed her a spirit stone. Tang Huanhuan raised her hand, caught the stone, and casually tucked it into her cleavage.
Gulp.
The young official swallowed hard. As Tang Huanhuan raised her arm, his gaze had caught a glimpse through her sleeve: a thick patch of dark underarm hair and the faint curve of a rounded breast. The fleeting view vanished as her arm lowered.
What a pity…
I wonder which lucky bastard will get to deflower this little harlot in the end… the young constable thought to himself. He grabbed his wine gourd, rubbed his crotch, and turned to walk toward the main street, where a brothel stood.
Tang Huanhuan’s half-closed eyes narrowed into a slit as she glanced disdainfully at the young constable’s retreating figure. A mocking smile curled her lips.
Playing with you fools is as easy as playing with dogs.
In her view, a woman’s body was the ultimate tool, granting her immense advantages. She refused to conceal herself out of deference to societal norms; a few glances from others wouldn’t cost her a shred of dignity.
If the reward was sufficient, she wouldn’t hesitate to offer her body. For instance, during her days as a bandit in the Qi Kingdom, she had seduced her Fourth Brother to secure her position within the gang.
As these memories surfaced, Tang Huanhuan’s thoughts drifted back to her bandit days in Qi. Though her power was meager then, the infighting within the camp was even more vicious than it was now—especially with her Fourth Brother…
They were truly bedfellows with conflicting ambitions, each wary of the other even during the act, lest one draw a dagger or unsheathe a sword.
I wonder how he’s doing now. Is he still alive? Will I ever get another chance to see him?
Tang Huanhuan felt the spiritual power surging within her, her heart filled with anticipation.
If we meet again, I’ll make him pay!
She recalled their past encounter, when they had both resorted to any means necessary to seize an Immortal Cultivation Manual. In the end, she had narrowly lost by a single move, forced to flee with only a copied version of the cultivation method.
As she pondered, a voice called out from the shop’s entrance:
“Miss Tang, a pot of Hundred Herbs Brew.”
Tang Huanhuan immediately perked up, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth and flashing a radiant smile. “Oh, Master is back! Was your official business successful?”
Her cheerful demeanor was a stark contrast to her earlier brooding.
“Heh, thanks to your good fortune, Miss Tang, I encountered a young man who assisted me greatly. Everything went smoothly.”
“Master’s luck is as boundless as the heavens! Naturally, all endeavors would prosper. Consider this pot of wine a welcome drink to wash away the dust of your journey. Please, Master, don’t refuse.”
Tang Huanhuan showered the middle-aged man before her with flattery.
Though he appeared unremarkable in his black robes, his status was formidable. He was the Golden Blade Envoy of the Grand Temple of Eternal Harmony, second only to the Junior High Priest in Qian Prefecture.
(End of the Chapter)