Chapter 1493: Fellow Daoists

Translator: CinderTL

"Young Master Rong, this..." The madam looked troubled.

Rong Ziming’s expression turned cold, and a Corpse Coffin suddenly materialized beside him. Black corpse qi swirled around the coffin, and though it didn’t spread wildly, a chilling force permeated the surroundings.

In an instant, everyone in the hall below felt the icy chill and looked up. Some even began quietly moving toward the exit.

"Young Master Rong, what are you doing?" the madam cried anxiously. "Quickly put away that mystic treasure! I’ll call Neishang and Shuyu out for you right now."

As she spoke, the madam reached for the door.

Just then, the door swung inward, revealing Song Wen behind it.

The madam paused briefly before quickly apologizing. "Young Master Jiang, Young Master Rong also wishes for Neishang and Shuyu to attend him. Would you be willing to make an exception...?"

Ignoring the madam, Song Wen deliberately asked Rong Ziming, "May I ask this fellow daoist’s name?"

Song Wen was currently disguised as a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator.

Rong Ziming glanced indifferently at Song Wen, his eyes filled with disdain, before looking away.

But it’s hard to refuse a smile. After a cold snort, he replied, "This young master is Rong Ziming."

Song Wen’s eyes lit up, and his body immediately stooped slightly. "So you are Fellow Daoist Rong! I’ve heard your name for a long time. Meeting you today, I see you are truly magnificent."

The flattery clearly pleased Rong Ziming. His arrogant expression softened noticeably.

"You’ve heard of my name?" Rong Ziming asked, sizing up Song Wen.

"Fellow Daoist Rong, you jest. Ask anyone in Yijing City, and you’ll hear of your illustrious reputation," Song Wen replied.

"Mere fleeting fame, not worth mentioning," Rong Ziming said, his arrogance completely vanishing, replaced by a faint, amiable smile. "And who are you? I’ve never seen you here before."

"I am Jiang Yushan. I’m not from Yijing City, but from a small town on the northwestern frontier of Yu Territory. I traveled thousands of miles just to witness the prosperity of Yijing City."

Song Wen didn’t want to dwell on the matter. Changing the subject, he said,

"I consider it a great fortune to meet a fellow daoist like you today. May I invite you to share a drink?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Rong Ziming’s face. After a moment’s deliberation, he spoke,

"You’re not bad, and you suit this young master’s tastes. However, my time is limited, and I must properly enjoy the company of these two beauties. We’ll have to drink some other time."

Song Wen smiled slightly.

"Neishang and Shuyu will need some time to wash and dress. Why don’t I go to your private chamber and request a modest drink while we wait?"

Rong Ziming pondered briefly before nodding.

"Very well."

"Thank you, young master."

Song Wen turned to the madam.

"Once the ladies are ready, send them to Young Master Rong’s private chamber. All expenses for Young Master Rong will be charged to my account."

"Gentlemen, please rest here. Neishang and Shuyu will be here shortly," the madam said with a smile.

"Young Master Rong, please lead the way," Song Wen added.

Following Rong Ziming’s lead, Song Wen arrived at another private room.

The door stood wide open, revealing a male cultivator surrounded by several beautiful women, all while he caroused and drank.

Song Wen’s eyes immediately betrayed his unfeigned surprise.

The man’s eyebrows were as dark as ink, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned, and his handsome features were almost too striking to be real.

Of course, a man of such extraordinary handsomeness wouldn’t normally pique Song Wen’s curiosity.

What truly surprised him was that this man only possessed Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation.

People of a kind gather together; things of a kind cluster together.

Since Rong Ziming had brought this man along for their pleasure, there must be a reason.

Either this man held a position of high status, or he possessed some extraordinary quality.

"Fellow Daoist Rong, who is this?" Song Wen asked.

Rong Ziming, walking ahead, continued into the room without turning his head.

"This is Lin Feng, the cheap stepfather my Niang Qin found for me. My real father was Rong Yiwen, a great power of the Body Integration Stage. But he died tragically two months ago. My mother couldn’t bear the loneliness, so she took in a lapdog."

Song Wen’s lips twitched slightly, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

His son actually brought his stepfather to the brothel for pleasure?

And Rong Yiwen died at his hands.

Rong Ziming’s mother is quite impatient. Less than two months after Rong Yiwen’s death, she’s already found a "replacement." This was likely planned for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity.

"Fellow Daoist Rong, please forgive my abruptness. My deepest condolences on the loss of your father," Song Wen said.

"There’s no need for apologies or condolences. Though Rong Yiwen was my biological father, he never raised me. In my centuries of life, I met him only three or five times, never more than once a century. He never provided me with any cultivation resources. His death means nothing to me."

"This Lin Feng... he’s likely married into the Rong Clan as a son-in-law, isn’t he? How can the Rong Clan and your mother approve of him openly frequenting a brothel?" Song Wen asked.

As they spoke, they reached the wooden table in the private chamber and began pouring drinks for each other.

"Why wouldn’t I agree?" Rong Ziming finished his cup in one gulp and continued, "As long as my Niang Qin is satisfied, she won’t bother with his affairs. The Rong Clan, even less so. It’s commonplace for son-in-laws to seek pleasure in brothels. Some even maintain secret mistresses outside."

As he spoke, Rong Ziming suddenly glanced cautiously toward the door. Seeing no one approaching, he transmitted his voice.

"Have you heard of Ancestor Rong Luan?"

"How could I not have heard of the renowned Senior Rong Luan?" Song Wen replied.

"Then do you know who Ancestor Rong Luan’s dao companion is?" Rong Ziming continued transmitting.

Though he already had an answer in mind, he asked with feigned curiosity.

"Senior Huang Yangshu?"

"Exactly him," Rong Ziming chuckled and continued transmitting. "Even as Ancestor Rong Luan’s dao companion, he still flirts with others outside."

A flicker of excitement crossed Song Wen’s face.

"Could it be... Senior Huang is also at the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion right now? Would Young Master Rong be able to introduce me?"

(End of the Chapter)

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