Enchantress

“Little Lu, no need to be upset!”

“I’m your woman, you can do anything you like.”

“Don’t be so glum!” Jiang Huaiyu’s face was full of tenderness.

At that moment, all the wounds on her body had fully healed.

After all, as a Golden Core cultivator, superficial injuries were easy to treat.

The reason she had deliberately kept them was to completely sever ties with Wang Feng.

“Can you let me have some time alone?” Lu Chen looked helplessly at Jiang Huaiyu, who had followed him out.

“Sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Your senior sister knows you’re upset and worries you might hurt yourself…”

“So I’m going to wear you out so you don’t have time to think about these awful things!”

She wrapped her arms around Lu Chen’s waist and pulled him toward the room.

Yes, she was addicted.

If last night she had merely liked Lu Chen, now she loved him.

She had never imagined that Lu Chen was so exceptionally gifted, that his innate Supreme Bone was so powerful.

“Hey, why did Zhuang Jingbai steal the blanket?”

“Can’t she buy her own?”

Several days passed.

Lu Chen stayed in his cave dwelling, in secluded cultivation with Jiang Huaiyu.

He didn’t want this, but Jiang Huaiyu was too strong.

He had no room to resist.

Until one day, Lin Tian came to visit in person.

“Junior Brother, you’ve gotten rounder in just a few days.”

“Have you been eating alone at home?”

“Cough, cough!”

“No way!”

“Did you come to see me about something, Senior Brother?” Lu Chen quickly changed the subject.

What could he do?

Jiang Huaiyu, that rich woman, had been spoiling him rotten these past few days.

Spirit rice, fish and meat every day, even abalone rice.

How could he not gain weight?

“Oh, I’ve been feeling too stifled in the sect.”

“I was thinking of taking Senior Brother Wang out to relax.”

“I’m asking if you want to come.”

“Go!”

“I have to go!”

“He went through such a big incident, I definitely need to accompany him.”

“If he does something rash…” Lu Chen glanced guiltily at the guest room.

Fortunately, the person inside didn’t react.

Only then did he escape from that den of devils.

Soon, the two arrived at Alchemy Peak.

Wang Feng had already been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Fan hadn’t come; no one knew what was keeping him.

Seeing everyone was present, Lin Tian didn’t waste time.

He took out his flying boat, and the three boarded together.

The boat sailed through the clouds, quickly crossing the border of the Righteous Alliance.

Lu Chen stood at the bow, looking at the faintly visible city in the distance.

A sense of wrongness crept into his heart.

Why was this place in demon sect territory?

What was Lin Tian doing?

“Senior Brother, where are we going?”

Lin Tian chuckled slyly, lowering his voice mysteriously: “You’ll know when we get there.”

Wang Feng leaned on the railing, hardly speaking the whole time, only occasionally taking a sip of wine.

He still hadn’t shaved his stubble, looking utterly dejected, like a withered eggplant.

Lu Chen looked at him, then recalled his own life these past few days.

He had explored every inch of Jiang Huaiyu’s body…

His heart felt like it was being twisted, bit by bit.

The flying boat landed outside a city.

The city gate bore the words “Drunken Immortal City.”

Cultivators of all kinds came and went, both righteous and demonic, a mixed crowd.

Lin Tian led them through several streets with practiced familiarity, finally stopping before an ornately carved building.

Lu Chen looked up at the plaque and his face darkened.

“Drunken Immortal Pavilion,” Lin Tian read aloud, a hint of pride in his voice.

“This is the biggest in Drunken Immortal City…”

“Brothel?” Wang Feng interjected flatly.

“Senior Brother, don’t make it sound so bad.”

“It’s a pleasure house, the best place to unwind.”

“Let me tell you, the girls here…”

“No.” Wang Feng turned and walked away.

“Don’t be like that, Senior Brother!”

“Since we’re here!”

At this, Wang Feng directly turned around, and Lu Chen turned with him.

Seeing their attitude, Lin Tian sighed.

“Fine, fine.”

“No high-class fun.”

“Let’s at least listen to some music outside, okay?”

“I’m suffocating in the sect!”

“Well… alright!” Lu Chen nodded first.

He couldn’t help it.

As soon as Lin Tian said that, Lu Chen remembered that night: Zhuang Jingbai’s torn night clothes and her fair skin.

A perfect fusion of black and white.

She had been his from beginning to end, completely deviating from the plot.

This made him feel guilty toward Lin Tian.

“You’re a real brother, Junior Brother.”

“Come, come!” Lin Tian said, pulling them to sit at a tea stall.

He ordered a pot of tea and said a few words to the waiter.

Sure enough, after a moment, someone came out of the building.

Lu Chen looked up, a flash of admiration in his eyes.

The woman wore a purple dress of startlingly thin fabric.

As she walked, her skirt swayed like flowing water, revealing a stretch of glowing white calf.

Her waist was impossibly slim, a handful at most, but her upper body was disproportionately full, as if it might burst the seams.

Her face was enchanting and seductive, with hooks in her brows and eyes.

A beauty mark at the corner of her eye made her whole face seem to glow when she smiled.

A slender branch bearing heavy fruit.

She walked straight over, her voice as soft as glutinous rice cake.

“My dear Lin, you finally came to see me.”

“I thought you were scared off by that woman Zhuang Jingbai.”

Lin Tian smiled awkwardly and introduced her to the two.

“This is Mei Ji.”

Lu Chen was speechless.

He knew it.

Zhuang Jingbai was now focused solely on finding him and had no contact with Lin Tian, even restricting him in many ways.

Naturally, Lin Tian couldn’t stand staying in the sect.

Wang Feng glanced at Mei Ji expressionlessly, then lowered his head to drink tea, as if he hadn’t seen anything.

The Wang family had always been at odds with demonic cultivators.

Not turning hostile was already a courtesy to his brother.

But Mei Ji was not shy.

She brushed past Lin Tian and sat down gracefully at the table.

Her gaze swept over Lu Chen and Wang Feng’s faces, finally settling on Wang Feng.

“This big brother seems to be in a bad mood.”

“Want me to call a few sisters to drink with you?”

Wang Feng ignored her.

“Mei Ji, stop it.”

“Senior Brother Wang has been down lately.”

“I brought him out to relax.”

“Relax?” Mei Ji blinked, then suddenly looked at Lu Chen, a strange glint in her eyes.

“Relaxing by going to a brothel?”

“You guys are quite adventurous, Little Brother Lu Chen!”

As Lin Tian’s good brother, his female friends had naturally seen projections of Lu Chen, but this was Mei Ji’s first time meeting him in person.

Lu Chen gave an awkward smile.

Mei Ji didn’t press further.

She poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.

Her fingers were slender, nails painted with light purple polish against the celadon teacup.

It was indescribably beautiful.

“My dear Lin,” she put down the cup and tilted her head to look at Lin Tian.

“Last time you said you’d tell me about your sect’s affairs.”

“You didn’t finish.”

Lin Tian was taken aback.

“When did I ever tell you about our sect…”

“You forgot?” She looked at him with a smile, her eyes shimmering with an unreadable meaning.

“That renegade from the Hehuan Sect, who’s been causing chaos in the Righteous Alliance.”

“Have you found him yet?”

Lu Chen’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

“Not yet.”

“But that fiend really deserves to die.”

“My senior brother is because of him…!”

“Bang!” Wang Feng suddenly slammed the table.

“Right!”

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I can ask the demon sect people!”

Lu Chen’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.