Chapter 1492: Jealousy and Rivalry

Translator: CinderTL

"Senior Yu Bi, you flatter me," Rong Shao replied respectfully. "I owe my current position entirely to the cultivation and support of my clan."

Yu Bi smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Huang Yangshu, ignoring Rong Shao.

"Little friend, you should be at the Late Body Integration Stage by now, correct?"

"As Senior says," Huang Yangshu confirmed.

"Good," Yu Bi nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

His gaze shifted to Rong Luan.

"Fellow Daoist Rong Luan, if my memory serves me correctly, besides Huang Yangshu, there should be three more outer sect elders of our sect currently in the Yu Territory: Rong Yiwen, Rong Shu, and Rong Zhi. Where are they? Summon them back to Rong Ridge immediately. I wish to see them."

A complex, unreadable expression flickered in Rong Luan’s eyes. After a brief hesitation, she spoke.

"This... Rong Yiwen and Rong Shu... have unfortunately perished."

"Dead?" Yu Bi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Rong Luan replied, "Rong Shu died ten years ago, and Rong Yiwen passed away nearly two months ago. I reported both deaths to the sect, and their soul lamps are still burning. Elder Yu Bi, you weren’t aware of their deaths?"

"How did they die?" Yu Bi asked coldly.

"Both were murdered, but the killer left virtually no trace. We’ve been unable to identify the culprit," Rong Luan said.

Yu Bi’s face turned frosty, his eyes glinting with an inexplicable sense of frustration, as if a treasure he was certain of had suddenly vanished without a trace.

"Elder Yu Bi, this isn’t the place for such talk," Rong Luan said, changing the subject. "Please come to the Rong Clan. I’ve prepared a banquet to welcome you."

Song Wen watched Yu Bi and the others gradually recede into the distance. After watching the spectacle for over an hour, he decided to move on and continued his journey.

Before long, he stopped before a lavish and magnificent building. The plaque above the entrance bore three large characters carved in seal script: "Hundred Fragrances Pavilion."

Outside the pavilion stood several women adorned with flowers and bright colors. Seeing Song Wen approach, two of them immediately clustered around him and led him inside.

The moment he stepped through the doors, a clamorous and sensual atmosphere washed over him—a blend of rouge, perfume, wine, and carnal desire.

In the center of the hall stood a raised stage where dancers moved with graceful, revealing figures, their bodies barely concealed as colorful ribbons fluttered around them.

Along the surrounding corridors, exquisite tables and chairs were arranged, laden with lavish food and fine wines.

Women in thin, revealing attire flitted through the crowd, their smiles coquettish and their gazes suggestive. They darted between guests or nestled in the arms of patrons, giggling and flirting.

Here, all the schemes, dangers, and treachery of the Immortal Cultivation World seemed to vanish, replaced by unrestrained indulgence, opulence, and debauchery.

"Young Master Jiang Yushan, you’ve arrived!"

A plump woman with a face radiant with enthusiasm and a smile as bright as a flower greeted him warmly.

She threw her arms around Song Wen’s right arm, tilted her head back, and gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling like stars. The deep affection in her eyes was like that of a lovesick maiden gazing at her beloved.

This Young Master Jiang had been staying at the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion every night for the past month, only venturing out for a couple of hours each day. He had already spent tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones here, making him a veritable "God of Wealth." Naturally, they had to serve him well.

"Young Master Jiang, the private room has been cleaned since you left this morning. Neishang and Shuyu have also bathed and are waiting for you inside."

"Well done," Song Wen nodded in satisfaction.

Under the guidance of the plump woman, Song Wen ascended to the third floor.

He pushed open the door to a private chamber, and the clamor of the outside world instantly faded away.

The room was spacious and brightly lit, with furnishings arranged with meticulous care.

A soft, plush carpet covered the floor, and delicate, detailed erotic paintings hung on the walls.

In the center stood a carved and lacquered four-poster bed, its golden hooks holding up the curtains to reveal a beautiful woman in thin, revealing clothing. Her lips were the color of flaming red, her posture alluring as she lay half-reclining on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

Behind the bed were a table, chairs, and a tea set, with a wooden zither placed nearby.

A woman sat upright before the zither, her slender fingers, like tender bamboo shoots, gently stroking the strings.

The melody flowed from her fingertips, sometimes like the clear, cool drops of a hidden spring, and at other times like the mournful wind in a deep valley, carrying an ineffable, lingering sorrow.

The woman wore a water-green silk robe, her shoulders as slender as if carved, her waist as delicate as a willow branch. She exuded dignity and grace, like a newly bloomed lotus, a stark contrast to the decadent atmosphere of this pleasure district.

When they saw Song Wen and the plump madam approach, both women smiled. One was as fiery and alluring as a flame, her gaze smoldering and captivating; the other was as gentle and flowing as water, poised and dignified.

The two women rose together and approached Song Wen.

"Young Master Jiang, you’ve been out for three full hours today! Shuyu and I were worried you’d forgotten about us," the alluring woman said, her voice tinged with playful petulance.

She pressed half her body against Song Wen’s chest, the soft warmth of her gauze-covered form pressing against his chest. Her red lips pouted slightly, and her eyes, like silken threads, wound around him, carrying a mixture of resentment and allure.

"Young Master Jiang, you must be tired after being out so long. Come to the bed, and Shuyu will massage your shoulders," the dignified woman said softly from the side.

Supported by the two women, Song Wen slowly approached the four-poster bed.

Seeing this, the madam quietly withdrew from the chamber, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

The three-way battle lasted for just over four hours.

At dusk, it abruptly came to a halt.

"Neishang, Shuyu! I know you’re in there! Come out quickly and keep me company!"

A thunderous shout shattered the lovers’ passion.

Song Wen’s divine sense pierced through the chamber’s inherent restriction formation, probing beyond the door.

Outside stood a young man in the early Divine Transformation stage, his face etched with arrogance and displeasure.

"Who is this man?" Song Wen asked, his body pressed low against the bed, looking down at Shuyu.

Shuyu’s cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes unfocused as if she could no longer think. She didn’t answer.

The reply came from behind Song Wen.

Neishang pressed herself against his back, her red lips close to his ear.

"Rong Ziming. A genius descendant of the Rong Clan’s main lineage."

"Rong Ziming?"

Song Wen’s mind raced through the intelligence he had gathered on the Rong Clan from various sources, trying to recall any information about this man.

But nothing came to mind.

Even the most talented scions of the Rong Clan, with their Divine Transformation Stage cultivation, remained beyond Song Wen’s concern. Naturally, he paid no attention to any intelligence related to them.

Knock, knock, knock...

Outside the room, Rong Ziming, seeing no movement within, began pounding violently on the door.

"Oh! Young Master Rong, Shuyu and Ni Chang are currently busy and truly cannot attend to you. Perhaps... I could send another girl to keep you company?" The madam who had previously served Song Wen rushed over, bowing and smiling ingratiatingly.

Rong Ziming showed no appreciation, instead fixing the madam with a cold glare.

"No need! Though I haven’t set foot in your ’Hundred Fragrances Pavilion’ in half a year, I’ve thought of them every moment. Now that I’ve finally found time, I must see them!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, his fingertip nearly touching the madam’s nose.

"You’re here just in time. Go! Summon them for me immediately, or don’t blame me for causing a scene in your establishment."

(End of the Chapter)

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