Chapter 640 - 176: The Third Level of the Vajra Undying Body, The True Essence of "Undying

Chapter 640: Chapter 176: The Third Level of the Vajra Undying Body, The True Essence of "Undying

Chu Fan: "My friend... you’re from the old country, right?"

The White Snake stared blankly. "Speak plainly. I have no idea what you’re on about!"

Seeing Li Qingxue also staring at him in silence, Chu Fan grew anxious. "I’m here to investigate a case! This is a mission from Lord Nangong Yue!"

"Hao, that big oaf, had all his Yang Qi drained by the demonesses here."

"I’m doing this for the safety of Qing Province and for the good of all people!"

"Yeah, right," the White Snake said with a shrug. "If that’s true, how come I can’t sense a trace of Demonic Qi here?"

Just as Chu Fan was about to throw caution to the wind, Li Qingxue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. "If you’re truly investigating a case, then we can’t let you face this danger alone."

"Huh?" Chu Fan was stunned.

"Wait here a moment," Li Qingxue said, then led the Cyan and White Snakes into a nearby alley.

A short while later, the three of them reappeared.

Chu Fan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets...

The three peerless beauties were gone. In their place stood three handsome, debonair young gentlemen.

Li Qingxue held a folding fan, an imposing, heroic air about her. She was somehow even more handsome than most men.

The Cyan Snake looked roguishly charming and unrestrained, while the White Snake was handsome and dapper.

"Let’s go, Chu." Li Qingxue, now in the guise of Young Master Li, gave a slight smile and strode toward Yihong Courtyard.

Chu Fan: "..."

The moment the four of them entered the main hall, they instantly became the center of attention.

"Well now, I don’t believe I’ve seen you gentlemen before! Please, come in, come in!" the madam trilled, waving her handkerchief.

A flock of girls immediately swarmed them, the thick scent of perfume and powder making Chu Fan’s nose itch.

In contrast, Li Qingxue and her companions handled the situation with practiced ease.

The Cyan Snake was particularly adept, her fan fluttering as she spoke. With just a few words, she had the girls beside her roaring with laughter.

Chu Fan trailed behind them, his gaze shifting about, completely awkward and out of his element.

He looked for all the world like a complete novice taking his first steps into the world of pleasure.

Li Qingxue glanced back, and seeing his awkward state, couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her fan and chuckle.

That smile only made the surrounding girls stare, completely smitten.

After three rounds of drinks, the four were intentionally separated.

Chu Fan was led into an elegant private room by a beautiful woman named Rou’Er.

The atmosphere in the room was intimate and seductive, the red candlelight flickering.

Rou’Er closed the door and lit a stick of pink incense in the censer.

She gave Chu Fan a bewitching smile, sat before a zither, and plucked the strings with her slender hands. A seductive melody began to fill the room.

Chu Fan raised his wine cup, feigning drunkenness, but his Divine Sense was already locked onto the censer.

As the music from the zither quickened, a pink mist started to fill the room.

Chu Fan felt his head grow heavy as a strange power tried to stir the qi and blood within him.

’Something is definitely wrong.’

Chu Fan sneered inwardly. He slumped onto the table, his breathing growing steady and deep as if he’d succumbed to the wine and fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Rou’Er didn’t stop playing. Instead, the melody became even more haunting and sensuous.

Drawn by the censer’s blue smoke, a faint, light-golden wisp of Yang Qi, barely visible to the naked eye, slowly drifted from the crown of Chu Fan’s head and was drawn, thread by thread, into the censer.

After this was done, Rou’Er stopped playing. She walked gracefully to Chu Fan’s side, her slender finger gently caressing his cheek as a flicker of greed mixed with pity crossed her eyes.

"What a handsome young man, so full of vigorous qi and blood."

"It’s a shame. To walk into a den like this... you’re destined to become nothing more than a catalyst for someone else’s cultivation."

Just as her fingertip was about to touch Chu Fan’s Adam’s apple—

BOOM!

A loud crash erupted from the next room, immediately followed by the sound of splintering tables and chairs.

Rou’Er’s face fell. She had just started to rise to investigate when the door was violently kicked off its hinges!

BANG!

Three figures stormed in.

The one in the lead was Li Qingxue, a saber in one hand, and in the other, a disheveled woman whom she threw to the ground like a dead dog.

The Cyan and White Snakes followed close behind, each holding an unconscious Zither Master.

These three were precisely the women who had been attending to them earlier!

"You..." Rou’Er, both shocked and furious, blurred into a black shadow and shot toward the window.

She had barely taken a step when an immense force clamped down on her left wrist, yanking her back as if caught in an iron vise.

Rou’Er looked back in horror. The supposedly "unconscious" Chu Fan was sitting bolt upright, his hand locked around her wrist. There wasn’t the slightest trace of drunkenness in his eyes.

"Since you’re here, why the hurry to leave?" A cold smile played on Chu Fan’s lips.

Rou’Er shrieked. Her right hand formed an incantation seal, her fingertips emitting a dark glow as she thrust them at Chu Fan’s neck. Simultaneously, she spat out a cloud of stinking black mist.

Chu Fan neither dodged nor retreated. The Primordial Qi in his Dantian surged, and activating the Nine Heavens Wind Mastery Scripture, he conjured a sudden gale that instantly dispersed the black mist.

When Rou’Er’s fingertips touched Chu Fan’s neck, it was like striking Hundred-refined Steel.

CRACK! With a sharp snap, her own finger bones shattered from the impact.

AAARGH!

Before her scream could fade, the Cyan Snake flicked a slender finger. The Ten Thousand Serpent Curse Binding activated instantly, and ropes of black energy wrapped around Rou’Er, binding her as tight as a mummy.

Li Qingxue stepped forward, pressing the gleaming edge of her saber against the woman’s pale neck.

"Don’t move," she said, her voice as cold as ice. "A blade doesn’t know who it’s cutting."

「An hour later. The Demon Suppression Bureau dungeons.」

After an interrogation—the methods of which were far from gentle—Chu Fan and his companions finally learned the truth.

These women were not demons, but disciples of a heretical sect known as the Weaving Emotions Palace.

With the Profound Origin Secret Realm tournament approaching, an Elder from the Weaving Emotions Palace had sent them to infiltrate Qing Province. Using the brothel as a cover, they were to employ the insidious Heavenly Fragrance Yang Absorption Technique to secretly harvest Yang Qi.

They were cunning, unlike low-level Demon Fiends who would drain their victims dry in one go. Instead, they took only a small amount of Yang Qi each time, leading their clients to believe they were merely suffering from overindulgence, something a few restorative tonics could fix.

This "slow and steady" method meant that as long as the brothel remained open, they would have an inexhaustible supply of Yang Qi.

Unfortunately, their greed got the better of them when they encountered Shi Hao, a Body Cultivator whose qi and blood were as vigorous as a dragon’s.

To them, Shi Hao’s furnace-like Yang Qi was an unparalleled delicacy.

The disciples took turns with him. Even though they only siphoned off a small amount each time, the repeated sessions were enough to drain the man, tough as he was, until he was completely spent.