41: Chapter 41 Real Person, Please Use Yourself

Jiang Miaoyi couldn't help but recall when she first joined Duobao Pavilion.

She had once been favored by an Elder for her outstanding talent and was taken in as a Named Disciple.

During those days, her fellow disciples in the pavilion were exceptionally polite to her; whenever they went out to execute missions, everyone scrambled to team up with her.

But later, that Elder passed away, and her treatment plummeted; the former warmth vanished in an instant.

The fighting and strife among Cultivators never ceased. Whether venturing deep into monster mountains or teaming up to explore ruins, they schemed against and guarded themselves against one another. In the end, someone often lost their life, or sometimes the entire group was wiped out.

Even if you possessed superior intellect, exceptional means, and outstanding strategy, as long as you were embroiled in conflict, there was a risk of losing your life. All you could do was try to minimize the possibility of defeat and death.

What was the point of living such a life, licking blood off the edge of a blade?

It was nothing more than for the resources essential to cultivation—Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Techniques, and Magic Treasures.

And the status of a True Disciple of Duobao Pavilion meant a continuous stream of resources, meant having the backing of Duobao Pavilion, and even more, it meant a visible, bright future.

It was precisely because of this that such a wine-tasting banquet could gather so many Golden Core and Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

What they valued was not the wine in their cups, but clearly Chu Feng himself, and the infinite possibilities hidden within him.

"Today's second cup of wine is the Earth Rank Low Grade Red Cloud Spirit Wine..." Master Sikong's voice rang out at the right moment, continuing to introduce the upcoming spirit wine.

The group had tasted ten types of spirit wine in succession, and before they knew it, it was almost noon.

Most of the Cultivators in the great hall had flushed faces, and their laughter and conversation grew increasingly lively.

This spirit wine not only had a unique taste but could also nourish one's cultivation. With such benefits before them, naturally no one declined, and everyone drank to their heart's content.

Just then, the drum and music in the hall suddenly became impassioned.

The sound of the pipa was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, crisp and pleasant to the ear. Then, the sound of a flute joined in, the melody melodious and winding, with the hard and soft perfectly interwoven.

At the same time, the Formation on the ceiling of the hall slowly activated, and hazy moonlight poured down, shrouding the entire hall in a dreamlike play of light and shadow.

Subsequently, Fairy Jiumiao drifted in.

Her face was covered with a thin veil, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water. Her dance movements were ethereal and graceful, like an elf under the moon, dancing lightly to the music.

Chu Feng glanced up and immediately knew this was Fairy Jiumiao's signature dance, "Moon Wandering Through the Galaxy."

However, he did not look again, continuing to lower his head and taste the wine in his cup. From beginning to end, his gaze never lingered on her for even a fraction, and he did not look up again until the dance concluded.

Fairy Jiumiao bowed and retreated, and thunderous applause immediately erupted in the hall, the liveliness continuing as before.

Having drunk so much spirit wine in a row, even though Chu Feng had been using his magic power to suppress the intoxication, he now felt the wine rising, and his Divine Sense felt somewhat dizzy.

Past noon, under the personal guidance of Master Sikong, he walked into Room No. 1, while Jiang Miaoyi was arranged to be in Room No. 2 next door.

The interior of the room was elegantly furnished, with a soft couch, a desk, and an incense burner all provided. A landscape painting hung on the wall, and the mist and clouds in the painting could actually move slowly; it was clearly a Profound Rank Magical Artifact.

On the desk were a few fresh spirit fruits, as well as a jade bottle, with the words "Sobering Divine Pill" labeled on the bottle.

Master Sikong laughed heartily: "True Disciple Chu, this alcohol tolerance of yours still needs more practice."

"But young people should have this kind of boldness! The room is stocked with sobering spirit fruits and Medicinal Pills; please help yourself."

"After the nap ends at the end of noon, an attendant will come to invite you."

Having said this, he cupped his hands in a salute, turned, and retreated.

Chu Feng closed the door, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and circulated his Cultivation Technique to begin dissolving the alcohol in his body.

Just after completing one major circulation, he heard a light sound at the door.

"Who is it?" He opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

There was no answer from outside the door, only three more light knocks, slow and gentle in rhythm. Chu Feng frowned, stood up, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

A purple-orchid figure slid in like a swimming fish and closed the door behind her.

Master Luoli leaned against the door panel, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy hue, her eyes carrying three parts intoxication and seven parts clarity, a charming smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"True Disciple Chu." Her voice was soft and melodious, like rippling spring water. "I am unable to hold my liquor; may I... borrow this place to rest for a moment?"

Although she said this, her gaze was fixed directly on Chu Feng, the implication within it self-evident.

Chu Feng looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Immortal Master, please make yourself at home."

He stepped aside to make room and pointed to the only soft couch in the room.

Master Luoli walked slowly to the soft couch but did not sit down; instead, she turned to face Chu Feng.

She lightly raised her jade hand and slowly removed the purple jade phoenix hairpin from her hair. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draping over her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness and charm.

Her fingertips lightly brushed over the sash at her waist, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "It's a bit hot."

The sash slowly slipped off, and the purple-orchid long dress unfurled layer by layer like flower petals, revealing the plain white inner garment underneath.

Beneath the inner garment, those plump and graceful curves were no longer concealed, rising and falling gently with her breathing, like a ripe peach, exuding an enticing, sweet fragrance.

Chu Feng's breathing hitched slightly.

Master Luoli walked slowly closer, her body carrying the mellow fragrance of the spirit wine and her own natural scent, interweaving into a unique aroma that lingered at the tip of his nose.

"True Disciple Chu." She leaned into Chu Feng's ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "I have been stifled for a hundred years; today... I leave myself to you, True Disciple."

The soft touch, the warm breath, combined with the mellow fragrance of the spirit wine, a surge of heat instantly rose from Chu Feng's lower abdomen and spread throughout his entire body.

He no longer hesitated—the road to eternal life was long, and Opportunities were rare and hard to come by.

Now that a Golden Core Immortal Master had actively thrown herself into his arms, why not take this chance to enjoy himself and also experience the taste of that higher Realm?

The soft couch swayed gently, with subtle sounds like spring silkworms eating leaves or light rain moistening flowers.

Fortunately, the room was equipped with a soundproofing Formation, so the sounds could not be heard outside, but the spring-like atmosphere permeating the air gradually filled the entire room.

...

In the corridor on the left side of the front hall, there were also several rooms arranged.

After Fairy Jiumiao finished dancing "Moon Wandering Through the Galaxy," she sat alone in the room, the bronze mirror in front of her reflecting her slightly pale face.

Her fingertips tightly clutched her skirt, the fabric already creased with deep wrinkles from her grip.

The pressure coming from all directions made her mind tense.

The warnings of the Master of Xiaoyao Tower, the subtle taunts between fellow disciples...

Various scenes intertwined in her mind like an airtight spider web; the more she struggled, the tighter it wrapped around her.

If she missed this Opportunity again, her hopes would truly be slim.

"Since that True Disciple Chu has a Dao Companion, it shows he is not a withered person who only knows how to cultivate bitterly!"

She silently thought to herself, "As long as I can meet him once, I have my own ways to make him notice me."

Time passed bit by bit.

Outside the door, it remained completely silent, without the slightest movement.

The expectation in Fairy Jiumiao's eyes gradually turned into anxiety, then from anxiety into unwillingness, and finally, it completely faded into dimness.

No one came to announce her, and the plan that the Master of Xiaoyao Tower had racked his brains to lay out had failed once again.

Even those contingencies for unforeseen events—such as pretending to meet by chance, offering gifts as apologies, and other such arrangements—did not have the Opportunity to be initiated.

She did not know what variables had occurred midway, but the outcome was already destined.

"Today's twentieth type of spirit wine..."

The sound of wine being announced came from the front hall, drifting faintly into the room through the door crack, but Fairy Jiumiao, as if she had lost her soul, sat blankly in place, turning a deaf ear to the clamor.

Her beautiful face lost its former radiance, her eyes hollow and lifeless, like an exquisite but lifeless Puppet.

The Immortal Qi that had been around her had now completely fallen into the mortal world, and she could no longer find even a fraction of it.

Fairy Jiumiao smiled silently, her smile full of bitterness, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, but she held them back by force.