Chapter 1495: Song Wen’s Honey Trap

Translator: CinderTL

"What exactly do you want?" the madam, Xu Yan, asked, her face contorted with anger.

The Blood Earthworm Gu had already invaded her dantian, coiling within like a stubborn boulder. No matter how she channeled her spiritual power, it remained immovable.

"Has your Hundred Fragrances Pavilion ever sent women to Huang Yangshu? If so, which ones?" Song Wen asked via telepathic transmission.

"Young Master Jiang, knowing too many secrets isn’t wise. Why would you invite trouble upon yourself?" The madam forced down her anger, her life hanging in the balance, and tried to persuade him with earnest words.

But he remained unmoved.

"First, consider your own safety. Then, think of your son’s life. Only then should you answer my question," Song Wen said.

"You..." The madam gritted her teeth, but in an instant, the fury in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sense of utter helplessness. Even the thick layers of makeup on her face seemed to lose their color, revealing a pallid, ashen complexion.

After a long silence, her pale lips trembled slightly as she spoke the words: "Zhu Mei."

"What?" Song Wen asked, his face showing genuine confusion.

"That woman’s name is Zhu Mei. Huang Yangshu is extremely possessive and never touches women who have been with other men, not even those from brothels. He personally brought Zhu Mei out of a small family and sent her to our Hundred Fragrances Pavilion to be trained under his guidance. Although Zhu Mei is nominally part of the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion, she doesn’t actually entertain clients. We only secretly escort her to meet Huang Yangshu when he summons her," the madam replied via telepathic transmission.

"Where does Huang Yangshu meet Zhu Mei?" Song Wen asked.

"The location varies. Most often, they meet on secluded mountain peaks outside the city," the madam said.

"Where does Zhu Mei live?" Song Wen pressed further.

Since their meeting places were unpredictable, he would have to focus on the woman herself.

"She has her own independent courtyard within the Hundred Fragrances Villa, where she spends most of her time in quiet cultivation or learning the art of pleasing men from the older women at the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion. However, she occasionally ventures out to purchase cultivation supplies and cosmetics," the madam said.

Song Wen’s brow furrowed slightly.

The Hundred Fragrances Villa was located behind the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion and served as the private living quarters for the women of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

The area was heavily guarded, and clients seeking pleasure were not allowed entry.

"How often does Huang Yangshu usually summon Zhu Mei?" Song Wen asked.

"The interval isn’t fixed," the madam said. "Sometimes it’s ten or eight years between visits, other times it’s three to five times a month."

"Do you have a portrait of Zhu Mei?" Song Wen asked.

The madam produced a jade slip and handed it to him. "Here’s detailed information about Zhu Mei, including her portrait."

Song Wen accepted the jade slip and found the information to be indeed comprehensive. Beyond basic details like her portrait, age, cultivation level, and life history, it also included her preferences, dressing habits, makeup style, and even the specific poses she had recently learned from the senior members of the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion, all meticulously recorded.

A flash of spiritual light flickered around Song Wen’s hand. Before the madam could react, he had already moved behind her, his fingertip lightly touching the back of her head.

The madam’s eyes rolled back, and her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

Song Wen guided the Blood Earthworm Gu from her dantian into his own body. He had nurtured this gu for years, and it had already reached mid-fourth-tier strength—no need to waste it on the now useless madam.

Using his spiritual power, Song Wen levitated the unconscious madam, concealing her in a corner of the room. Then, he casually opened the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Down the stairs, through the hall, Song Wen soon stepped out of the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion.

Without hesitation, he soared into the air and swiftly flew out of the city.

After traveling hundreds of thousands of li beyond the city walls, Song Wen found a secluded spot at the foot of a mountain and stopped.

He quickly disguised himself, pretending to be a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, and then took to the air again, returning to Yijing City.

After weaving through the city’s winding streets, he found himself near the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion again. Instead of entering, he checked into a nearby inn.

From the window of his fourth-floor room, he had a clear view of the entrance to the Hundred Fragrances Villa.

It’s worth noting that the villa’s entrance was separate from the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion, located in a quiet alley.

Standing at the window, Song Wen watched the villa’s entrance for a long time. Young, alluring women came and went, but Zhu Mei was nowhere to be seen.

He sighed, telling himself he couldn’t rush things.

He turned toward the low couch, intending to meditate and cultivate while keeping watch over the villa’s entrance.

But as he turned, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure at the villa’s entrance—Zhu Mei, whose face he had already memorized without ever meeting her in person.

Zhu Mei, having caught Huang Yangshu’s eye, was naturally a peerless beauty, as ethereal as a celestial maiden.

She wore a long, mist-colored gown, its white silk sash loosely tied at her waist, accentuating her slender figure to perfection.

As she walked, her waist swayed like a dark orchid in the night, alluring to the bone but utterly devoid of vulgarity. She seemed like a mountain spirit or a celestial maiden under the moon, so beautiful it made one’s heart tremble, yet so sacred one dared not profane her.

Song Wen retrieved a full-length bronze mirror from his storage ring and carefully examined his reflection.

During his disguise, he had deliberately refined his features to appear more handsome.

He took out a blue brocade robe, replacing his inconspicuous gray one, and neatly re-combed his slightly disheveled long hair, securing it with a lustrous white jade hairpin.

Once everything was in order, he looked at the mirror again.

The reflection showed a tall, elegant figure in blue robes and ink-black hair, his face like polished jade. Anyone who saw him would secretly praise him as a peerless, worldly gentleman.

Leaving the tavern, Song Wen kept a distant distance behind Zhu Mei, following her at a leisurely pace.

Zhu Mei was clearly out today to adorn herself. All the shops she visited sold women’s clothing or cosmetics.

After following her for about half an hour, Song Wen grew bored and decided to make his move.

When Zhu Mei emerged from a shop selling women’s robes, Song Wen happened to pass by the entrance. A fleeting glance was enough to strike him speechless, as if he had seen a goddess. In that instant, he felt as if he had gazed upon her for ten thousand years.

He suddenly stopped, as if rooted to the spot, his pupils contracting sharply as he stared intently at the graceful figure before him.

Zhu Mei looked at the man blocking her path, her willow-like eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Move aside!"

Her voice was as clear and cold as a mountain spring.

Accustomed to being stared at and approached due to her beauty, she knew exactly how to reject such advances.

"I... I’m sorry, I... I didn’t mean to."

Song Wen stammered, his voice tinged with panic and nervousness.

A blush crept across his face, and he lowered his head slightly, seemingly afraid to meet the beauty’s gaze, yet unable to resist stealing glances.

Watching the young man’s flustered and awkward demeanor, his earlobes tinged crimson with embarrassment, Zhu Mei’s lips curved upward slightly.

She hadn’t expected to encounter such a... pure and almost clumsy fellow during her shopping trip.

Her interest piqued, she began to scrutinize the young man before her.

She suddenly noticed that this man was different from the usual suitors.

He was too handsome.

(End of the Chapter)

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