Translator: CinderTL
Twelve slender figures drifted gracefully into the hall from beyond its entrance.
These women were indeed peerless beauties, far surpassing the ordinary courtesans who had come before.
Though their features varied, every gesture and movement exuded a captivating allure, their charm as bewitching as that of a nocturnal demon fox.
Most peculiar were their eyes. At first glance, they shimmered with a thousand expressions, yet upon closer inspection, they revealed a hollow emptiness, as if the light of their true selves had been extinguished, leaving only the ability to please others.
Their beauty was a meticulously crafted perfection, like the finest sculpture from a master craftsman's hands—lifelike yet lacking the vital spark of genuine vitality.
"Young Master Gu Huang, their dance is quite impressive. It should provide you with some entertainment."
As Lao Jian's words faded, the twelve women swayed like water, flowing into the center of the stone hall and beginning their dance.
Though there was no musical accompaniment, the gentle clinking of their jade pendants and ornaments created a crisp, subtly seductive rhythm with each movement.
Their dance was less a performance and more a seductive offering.
Wide sleeves billowed, waists swayed like willows, but every turn, every glance carried a nakedly provocative intent.
Gradually, the dance grew bolder and more unrestrained.
The ties of their pure white gauze robes loosened, and the outer garments slipped off, revealing their luminous shoulders, delicate collarbones, and graceful curves.
They intertwined, their bodies pressing together and caressing each other...
Their dance amplified the most primal instincts and desires to their extreme.
Abandoning all restraint, their seductive movements seemed to silently issue lascivious invitations at every moment.
A cloying, sweet fragrance permeated the stone hall, a blend of the women's body heat and the aroma of spirit wine, creating a decadent and sensual tableau that left onlookers mesmerized.
Lao Jian glanced sideways at Song Wen and chuckled hoarsely.
"Young Master Gu Huang, are you satisfied with the 'dancing skills' of my Twelve Golden Flowers?"
Song Wen's gaze lingered on the Twelve Golden Flowers for a long time before finally settling on one figure.
This woman was none other than Jiang Ling'er, the childhood sweetheart of Kong Ling, Hall Master of the Lin Clan's Talisman Hall.
Song Wen had only seen Jiang Ling'er's portrait, which depicted her as she had appeared a thousand years ago. However, this wasn't the reason it had taken him so long to identify her among the twelve women.
While her physical appearance hadn't changed drastically, the aura Jiang Ling'er exuded was now completely different from the one in the portrait.
The Jiang Ling'er in the portrait was ethereal, like a lotus blossom after the rain, her eyes radiating an innocent clarity untouched by worldly affairs.
But the Jiang Ling'er before him had long lost that pristine purity, replaced by a bone-deep, demonic allure.
Every subtle glance shimmered with the hazy, seductive mist of a spring pond, as if carrying an invisible hook, teasing the heart with unspoken desires.
Her seductive aura permeated the air, captivating not only Song Wen, the "elegant young master," but also Lao Jian, the withered old man on the verge of death, as well as the three Body Integration Stage cultivators and the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation. She spared none from her bewitching gaze.
At that moment, Jiang Ling'er resembled a lonely, desperate woman confined to her chambers, consumed by insatiable hunger.
Witnessing Jiang Ling'er's "degraded" state, Song Wen felt a flicker of doubt.
Could Kong Ling still find her appealing in this debased state? He'd likely be bitterly disappointed!
Song Wen couldn't help but question his plan.
Though his heart ached, his face remained flushed with feigned enthusiasm.
"Senior Lao Jian's Twelve Golden Flowers truly live up to their reputation!"
"If the young master approves, why not let them attend to you tonight?" Lao Jian suggested.
"Senior, are you willing to part with them?" Song Wen's gaze swept over Lao Jian's gaunt, withered frame.
His gaze was like that of someone looking at an incompetent...
"Young Master, you know what I seek," Lao Jian said. "If you entrust the Divine Blood Gate's mission to our sect, everything within the Myriad Sun Sect will be yours to take as you please."
"Secrets should not be overheard," Song Wen replied. "Since Senior wishes to discuss serious matters, please have these women leave first."
"Very well!"
Lao Jian's expression brightened. He dismissed all the women from the hall, leaving only Song Wen and the four Body Integration Stage cultivators of the Myriad Sun Sect.
"Young Master Gu Huang, now that we're alone, may we finally hear about your sect's mission?" Lao Jian asked, his eagerness barely contained.
After all, he had just given away concubines he had cultivated for years. If he didn't get what he wanted in return, it would be a tremendous loss.
The other three cultivators also leaned forward, their eyes fixed expectantly on Song Wen. If they could curry favor with the Divine Blood Gate, they too would reap substantial benefits.
Song Wen didn't answer immediately. He rose leisurely to his feet and strolled toward Lao Jian.
The three stone chairs below Lao Jian's seat were occupied by the Myriad Sun Sect's remaining Body Integration Stage cultivators.
A sudden smile flickered across Song Wen's face—a smile both sinister and mocking.
"There's nothing to discuss. Because... you're all about to die."
As he spoke, Song Wen's brow pulsed with energy. Nine transparent blades, which he had been secretly charging for a long time, shot forth with violent speed.
Three of the blades targeted Lao Jian, the cultivator with the highest cultivation level. The remaining six blades split into pairs, each pair targeting one of the other three individuals.
The distance between them was too short, and the attack was a deliberate ambush against unsuspecting targets.
The four had no chance to resist. The transparent blades pierced their foreheads and drilled into their seas of consciousness.
Thud... thud... thud... thud.
Four heavy thuds echoed as the four fell to the ground, motionless.
Song Wen was somewhat surprised at how easily he had dealt with them. He had deliberately sent the others away earlier, fearing he might accidentally harm them during the fight.
He naturally cared nothing for the lives of these women, but Jiang Ling'er couldn't die here. Otherwise, all his efforts would have been in vain.
Song Wen summoned the Blood Sea Seal and devoured the other three, leaving Lao Jian untouched.
This man had a different purpose!
Dragging the unconscious Lao Jian, whose divine soul was severely injured, Song Wen swiftly exited the stone hall.
He unleashed a surge of spiritual power, sending it soaring toward the distant sky.
There, completely unaware of the events unfolding in the stone hall, the Twelve Golden Flowers continued their leisurely retreat.
The spiritual power finally struck Jiang Ling'er, instantly immobilizing her.
She was forcibly dragged before Song Wen.
Song Wen glanced at Jiang Ling'er, then at Lao Jian, seemingly finding it inconvenient to drag two unconscious people despite their comatose state.
He retrieved two Corpse Coffins and placed them inside.
The Corpse Coffins followed closely behind him as he walked.
Song Wen's sudden and brazen appearance within the Myriad Sun Sect naturally drew the attention of many cultivators.
However, deterred by the overwhelming aura radiating from him, none dared to confront him.
After casually asking for directions along the way, Song Wen arrived at the soul lamp pavilion, where the Myriad Sun Sect stored the soul lamps of all its disciples.
The pavilion was guarded, but the highest cultivation level among the guards was only the Void Refinement Stage, making them no match for Song Wen.
He forcefully breached the pavilion, his eyes immediately falling upon the rows of soul lamps suspended in mid-air.
Suddenly, a violent surge of energy erupted from Song Wen, instantly shattering every soul lamp floating in the Talisman Hall into countless fragments.
(End of the Chapter)
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