89: Chapter 89 Nighttime Infiltration of the Inner Gate

This Immortal Cave was ridiculously large.

The gatehouse of the main entrance alone was ten meters high, with a stone-carved Qilin crouching on each side, their eyes inlaid with fist-sized night-luminescent pearls.

A plaque hung above the gatehouse, inscribed with the four large characters "Mingxia Immortal Cave."

The characters were traced in gold powder, shimmering under the moonlight.

The door was not closed.

Or rather, there was no intention of closing it at all.

The sounds drifting from within—the music of strings and pipes, the clinking of cups, and the mixed laughter of men and women—could be heard from far away, creating quite a lively scene.

Yun Ming frowned and slipped inside, keeping close to the wall.

The luxury inside the Immortal Cave was an eye-opener for him.

The front hall was where the banquet was held, and a feast was currently laid out on a table.

A dozen gorgeously dressed men and women were exchanging cups, their laughter and flirtatious chatter constant.

At the main seat in the center, Perfected Lu lay half-reclined on a soft couch covered in animal pelts, holding a voluptuous woman in his arms and groping her.

The woman was wearing a thin layer of gauze, her skin visible underneath.

She was panting continuously as Perfected Lu kneaded her, yet she still shyly pushed him away, saying, "Immortal Master... Immortal Master, don't be like this... There are so many people watching..."

Perfected Lu laughed heartily, "So what if they are watching? This is my territory, who would dare to look?"

The people below hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

Yun Ming stood in the shadows, dumbfounded by what he saw.

His filter for Cultivators shattered into pieces at this moment.

Is this a Golden Core True Person?

Is this the Sect high-level official who sits in charge of a peak and wields power?

Indeed, no one is perfect, but they can be finished.

Yun Ming shook his head, casting those messy thoughts out of his mind.

His purpose was not to watch these people feast and drink.

Bypassing the banquet hall, he crept further inside.

This Immortal Cave was too big.

There were rooms big and small, winding corridors, some filled with gold and jewelry, some piled with silks and satins, and a few rooms contained things that were unsightly, making even Yun Ming, who had lived two lifetimes, feel that it was an eyesore.

He couldn't quite understand why a dignified Golden Core True Person would store so many Mortal items.

After searching for several rounds, he finally found Perfected Lu's living quarters in the deepest and most luxurious room.

The furnishings in the room could only be described as "extravagant and decadent."

The floor tiles were paved with warm jade, feeling gentle and warm underfoot.

A dozen paintings hung on the walls, all depicting beauties in various poses, vivid and alluring.

A half-person-tall coral tree stood beside the bed, blood-red throughout and overflowing with Spiritual Qi—a coral of this quality could be exchanged for at least several thousand Spirit Stones at the market.

A statue of a couple carved from white jade was placed at the head of the bed; the carving was exquisite, but the expression was ambiguous, making one unable to bear looking at it.

Yun Ming averted his gaze and began to search.

Bed, cabinets, secret compartments, interlayers—he searched everywhere, but found nothing useful.

Come to think of it, who would leave important things at home? Of course, they would be carried on one's person.

He was a bit disappointed and was about to leave when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Since he couldn't find any clues, he wouldn't look anymore.

If he couldn't find them, he could let someone else find them.

Let those monsters and demons jump out themselves.

The corners of Yun Ming's mouth curled up slightly, and his figure flashed, hiding in the shadows.

An hour later, the banquet finally broke up.

The guests left drunk, and Perfected Lu, arm around the voluptuous woman, staggered toward the inner chamber.

His face was flushed, reeking of alcohol, one hand around the woman's waist, and the other already restlessly reaching into her bodice.

"Immortal Master... slow down..." the woman laughed coquettishly, pretending to resist while welcoming him.

"Slow down for what?" Perfected Lu grinned, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Tonight, you must give me a big, fat baby boy!"

Like Yao Chenzi, Perfected Lu was at the Golden Core Middle Stage, and had made no progress for a hundred years.

Thus, both focused their efforts on descendants and disciples; Perfected Lu wanted to cultivate descendants, while Yao Chenzi intended to find a successor for his skills.

At this moment, looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Perfected Lu felt his lust becoming unbearable.

He couldn't wait to push the door open and enter.

As soon as the door closed, just as he was preparing to show off his skills, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire room.

The pressure was as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression, pressing down on Perfected Lu like a mountain.

He trembled all over, his drunkenness instantly sobering up by seventy or eighty percent, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Who is it—!"

He looked up in horror.

The woman in his arms rolled her eyes and fainted directly.

A wet patch appeared under her skirt; she had actually lost control of her bladder from fear.

On the chair in the middle of the room, someone had appeared out of nowhere.

The person was dressed in a black robe, covered from head to toe, with even his fingers hidden in his sleeves; only a pair of eyes looked at him coldly through the shadow of the hood.

There was no emotion in those eyes, only bottomless indifference, as if looking at an ant.

Nascent Soul Stage.

It must be the Nascent Soul Stage!

Perfected Lu was terrified; an ordinary Golden Core could not possibly have such pressure, nor could they sneak into his Immortal Cave silently.

He knelt down with a thud, his forehead against the ground, his voice trembling: "Se... Senior! Junior, of the Cangxuan Immortal Sect, Perfected Lu... Lu Qing, did not know that Senior had arrived, and failed to welcome you properly. I hope Senior will forgive me!"

The person did not speak.

Silence spread through the room.

Every breath felt as long as a year.

Perfected Lu knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down, the clothes on his back already soaked through.

He dared not look up, dared not move, and even dared not breathe loudly.

After a long time, a cold snort sounded.

The voice was old and majestic, carrying undisguised anger: "Hmph."

Perfected Lu's body shook.

"I am but a Loose Cultivator, traveling here," the voice said slowly, "I intended to exchange some external items for a few Spirit Stones in your Cangxuan Immortal Sect's market. Guess what happened?"

Perfected Lu said tremblingly: "Ju... Junior does not know..."

"Your good nephew," the voice suddenly turned cold, "used your name to say that my Spirit Medicine was fake. He robbed me of my things and even beat my servant."

Perfected Lu's mind exploded with a bang.

His nephew, that good-for-nothing, had used his name to throw his weight around before, and he had disciplined him several times, but now he had caused trouble for him again!

And this time, he had kicked a steel plate; it was a Nascent Soul True Lord!

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead banging against the ground: "Senior, please see clearly! Junior knows nothing about this matter! My nephew acts absurdly; I have long wanted to discipline him, but I have always... always..."

"Always what?"

Perfected Lu was speechless.

The voice sneered: "Don't know? What a good 'don't know'. He beat my servant and robbed my Spirit Medicine, yet he used your name, Perfected Lu. You say you don't know, and I should believe you?"

Perfected Lu was sweating like rain, kowtowing desperately: "Junior is willing to accept punishment! I am willing to compensate for Senior's losses! I beg Senior to show mercy and spare my life!"

The voice was silent for a moment, then said lightly: "Bring the money."

Perfected Lu was stunned at first—was it this straightforward?—then, as if granted amnesty, he scrambled to take off all his storage rings from his bosom, sleeves, and waist, holding them up with both hands and offering them forward.

That was the savings of a Golden Core True Person for nearly a hundred years; his heart was bleeding with pain, but at this moment, how could he dare to be even a little reluctant?

The black-robed person beckoned, and several storage rings flew into his sleeves.

Just then—

Three vast auras descended simultaneously.

Perfected Lu looked up and saw three figures appear out of thin air in the room.

The first one had white hair and a white beard, with a refined face; it was none other than the Sect Leader Cang Xuanzi.

Standing on his left and right behind him were Ming Huazi and Yuan Zhenzi.

Three Nascent Soul True Lords, all arrived.