335: The king of imagination! This brothel is an enemy stronghold?!

"Xiaoxiao, you're wrong. You can't judge things by their surface alone."

Su Wuchang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his chin slightly raised, adopting a posture of profound insight into worldly affairs. His voice carried a touch of the seasoned composure used to instruct a Junior.

"The boss said we need to go to a place that's crowded and full of prying eyes. Use your Divine Thoughts to scan the entire Vermilion Bird Street. Where is there a place more crowded, more full of prying eyes, and with more chaotic spiritual energy flow than that building?"

He paused, extended a thick finger, his eyes flashing with a brilliance akin to the stars, and continued his earth-shattering analysis.

"First, this place has the highest foot traffic. People from all walks of life gather here, making it the most well-informed spot. This fits the basic characteristics of a top-tier intelligence hub. The conversations of ordinary Cultivators are mere noise; the real secrets are hidden within this cacophony of sound!"

"Second, take a careful whiff of that pink scent in the air."

Su Wuchang took a deep breath, his face revealing a grave expression that said, 'Just as I expected.'

"This scent is cloyingly sweet and bewitching, containing an extremely subtle yet exceptionally high-quality 'Demonic Qi'! I dare say any ordinary Cultivator who inhales just three whiffs will lose control of their mind, their will will sink, and they'll spill all their secrets and family wealth! This must be an Advanced soul-confusion array set up by the Xuantian Immortal Sect to screen, control, and steal information from these drunken gluttons!"

The 'Demonic Qi' he spoke of was actually the scent of an Advanced aphrodisiac incense called 'Drunken Immortal Drool,' which the Qingfeng Tower burned lavishly to flaunt its wealth, mixed with the fragrances of hundreds of top-grade cosmetics and powders used within the establishment.

But in the analysis of this 'Strategic Great Master' Su Wuchang, this directly escalated into the enemy's large-scale psychic control weapon.

Su Xiaoxiao, Su Yueling, and the others, half-convinced and half-doubting, held their breath and cautiously sniffed. Indeed, they felt the scent made them, as pure Cultivators, somewhat dizzy and uncomfortable all over.

"It seems... there really is something strange about it." Su Xiaoxiao furrowed her pretty brows, instinctively feeling a strong aversion to such a place.

Yet, Su Wuchang's analysis continued, and had already ascended to an absurd height incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Third, and this is the most fatal, the most crucial point!" His voice suddenly rose, carrying a note of resolute and murderous intent.

"Look at those women standing at the door, posturing and posing seductively, and those alluring figures faintly visible inside the building. They may seem like courtesans for entertainment, but in reality... you couldn't be more wrong!"

"Each of them has unsteady steps and weak Auras, appearing like Mortals who couldn't harm a fly. But use your brains! If they were truly ordinary people, how could they establish themselves in such a place teeming with all sorts and rife with hidden dangers? They must have cultivated a consummate concealment technique, hiding their immense cultivation base flawlessly! This is a disguise!"

"And their laughter, their flirtations, their throwing themselves into men's arms—all of it is a special 'combat skill' they've cultivated to probe for information! Every so-called 'Top Courtesan' who can stand firm here, I suspect, possesses strength likely no less than that of a sect's Holy Lord. They are top-tier spies, or even... assassins disguised as beauties!"

His words were forceful, his logic 'meticulous,' and his Aura domineering.

The other Su Family Prodigies, who initially felt instinctive resistance and disdain towards entering such a place, were now thunderstruck and enlightened after hearing Su Wuchang's analysis, which could be called 'divine revelation.' Their gazes towards that pink pavilion completely changed!

So... that's how it is!

This is no filthy brothel! This is clearly a perfectly disguised, core enemy intelligence hub!

A demon's den that devours people without spitting out the bones!

"So that's the case! Brother Wu Chang, what profound insight! We were too shallow!"

"I knew it! Heavenly Capital must have been infiltrated like a sieve. How could a place like this be allowed to exist otherwise? So it's the thief crying 'stop thief'—they run it themselves!"

"So sinister! So cunning! To use such a decadent method to numb the world and collect intelligence is truly unheard of!"

Su Xiaoxiao and Su Yueling were also completely convinced.

They exchanged a glance, seeing shock, horror... and a trace of irrepressible excitement in each other's eyes!

As Prodigies of the Everlasting Su Family, when had they ever encountered such a 'sinister, cunning,' and 'unscrupulous' scheme?

This is far more thrilling than mere troop deployments and straightforward fighting!

"Hmph, mere petty tricks, daring to show off their meager skills before us!" Feeling the admiring gazes of his companions, Su Wuchang puffed out his chest even more. He snorted coldly, waved his hand grandly, and directly issued the combat order. "The boss entrusted us with the mission to gather intelligence to test our insight! We must not disappoint him!"

"Everyone, listen up! Our mission is to infiltrate this 'intelligence stronghold,' use overwhelming force to find their most core 'intelligence personnel,' the so-called 'Top Courtesans'! Then, pry from their mouths all the secrets about Lin Yu and the so-called Upper Realm Immortal Envoy!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices filled with cold, murderous intent.

Just moments ago, they were a group of 'tourists' full of curiosity about the Mortal world. Now, they had automatically switched into a Special Operations Team ready to penetrate deep behind enemy lines and take out the enemy's command center.

Each person silently circulated their spiritual energy, forming a protective barrier of light around their bodies to isolate the 'Demonic Qi.'

They straightened their clothes, their faces wearing expressions as cold as eternal ice, and strode with steady, resolute steps, menacingly... towards the Qingfeng Tower.

The Killing Intent, condensed into a tangible force, seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

The originally bustling pedestrians on the street were frightened by this Aura, scattering and retreating, staring dumbfounded at this group of fierce gods.

At the entrance of the Qingfeng Tower, several girls responsible for attracting customers were waving silk handkerchiefs with charming smiles when they suddenly felt an icy wave of Killing Intent wash over them, freezing their smiles instantly.

They looked up in terror to see over a dozen men and women of exceptional bearing and extraordinary beauty, but with expressions as cold as if just pulled from an ice cellar, advancing towards them in a standard assault formation.

The red-haired, burly man leading them even had a murderous glint in his eyes, clenching his fists until the knuckles cracked 'pop-pop,' as if he was about to wrench their heads off the next second.

What... what is this situation?

Have they come for revenge? Or to raid the place?

The girls, frightened out of their wits, screamed and retreated repeatedly, their silk handkerchiefs dropping to the ground.

Su Wuchang and the others completely ignored their terrified expressions. In their eyes, this was all part of the enemy's superb acting. This current fear was merely to lull them into a false sense of security, to lure them into a trap!

*BANG—!*

A loud crash!

Su Wuchang took the lead. He didn't use the ornately carved main entrance at all. Instead, he delivered a powerful kick to a decorative side door made of thousand-year-old Golden Nanmu Wood!

Amidst the flying splinters, he strode into the resplendent, golden hall of the Qingfeng Tower, where decadent music played incessantly, like a god of slaughter returned from an ancient battlefield.