336: The madam was terrified: "Sir, you have some really strange tastes!"

The first-floor hall of the Qingfeng Tower was originally a land of sensual pleasures and gentle comforts.

On the central stage, dancing girls fluttered their silk sleeves, their figures enchanting; among the surrounding scattered seats, guests exchanged cups and talked loudly; lightly dressed maids darted about like butterflies among flowers, their charming laughter and urging of drinks interwoven into a decadent melody of intoxication and extravagance.

The air was filled with the cloying sweet scent of Advanced rouge mixed with fine wine, making one's very bones feel soft and weak.

However, with Su Wuchang's earth-shattering kick, and the subsequent entrance of the Su Family Prodigies behind him, who resembled vengeful deities, the entire hall's clamor and sensuality were instantly severed, as if by a sharp blade pulled from the Nine Nether Cold Ice.

"Creak—"

The sound of strings and flutes abruptly ceased, and the musicians' fingers froze on the strings, as if instantly encased in ice.

A dancing girl on the stage was performing a difficult spin. Struck by this sudden, cold Killing Intent, she lost control of her mind, cried out, and fell directly onto the floor, her face pale with fright.

All the guests, whether they were Mortal wealthy merchants reeking of copper, or Cultivators with decent cultivation who thought highly of themselves, stopped what they were doing.

Wine cups hung suspended in mid-air, and delicacies dropped from chopsticks unnoticed. Everyone uniformly cast their gaze toward the gaping hole where the door had been kicked open.

Dead silence.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence; even the sound of breathing vanished.

The cloying warm fragrance in the air was completely dispersed by a cold, iron-blooded Qi mixed with the smell of rust and blood, creating an absurd and terrifying clash.

Several wealthy merchants with low cultivation even felt difficulty breathing, their faces turning pale, as if they were seeing not a group of people, but an army that had just returned from the Asura Battlefield.

"Who... who are these people?" In a corner, a Cultivator lowered his voice, his teeth chattering.

Su Wuchang disregarded the reactions around him. He scanned the room, looking at the stunned guests and maids, and sneered inwardly.

[Hmph, they're acting quite well. Are they all scared by our Aura? Good acting skills. Too bad, in the face of absolute strength, all pretense is futile!]

He took large strides, and the Golden Silk Nanmu floorboards beneath his feet let out a "creaking" groan.

With the strides of a Dragon and the gait of a tiger, he walked to the most luxurious Eight Immortals Table in the center of the hall.

A greasy-faced fat man dressed in luxurious clothes was sitting there, holding a gilded wine cup, mouth agape, staring at him blankly.

Su Wuchang didn't even bother to look at him properly. His large, cattail-fan-like hand shot out like lightning, lifting the man from his seat like a chick, and casually tossing him aside.

"Scram."

The fat man was at least a Cultivator of the Condensing Yuan Realm, yet in Su Wuchang's hands, he was like a ragdoll, completely powerless to resist.

He fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled several times, knocking over a table. Terrified out of his wits, he scrambled and crawled into a corner, daring not to look up again.

Under the increasingly terrified gazes of the crowd, Su Wuchang sat down in a bold, imposing manner.

Su Xiaoxiao and the others behind him spread out in a fan shape like the most loyal bodyguards, their icy gazes sweeping the entire hall, lowering the temperature of the lobby even further.

At this moment, a middle-aged beautiful woman, dressed much more luxuriously than the other women, lifted her skirt and wriggled her plump body, fearfully running down from the second floor.

She was the madam of the Qingfeng Tower, Madam Xu.

Madam Xu had been working in Tiandu for many years; what kind of important figure hadn't she seen?

But this was the first time someone had entered radiating Killing Intent and freezing the place like an ice cellar.

Her heart was pounding, but she still forced a smile onto her face that looked worse than crying.

"Sirs... sirs, is there... is there anything this humble establishment failed to do properly? Look at this door... Oh dear, let's talk, please let's just talk..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Wuchang had already lost patience.

He didn't want to waste time on these peripheral staff.

"Bang!"

A deafening crash!

Su Wuchang pulled out a Top-Grade Spirit Stone the size of a human head, sparkling with brilliant light, from his Storage Ring, and slammed it heavily onto the table!

That Eight Immortals Table, made of Thousand-Year-Old Ironwood, let out a groan of distress under this terrifying force. Its legs were instantly reduced to dust, and the entire table sagged downward slightly!

Top-Grade Spirit Stone!

And such a huge piece!

The pure light emanating from the Spirit Stone instantly illuminated the entire hall, and the Spiritual Qi, so dense it was almost liquefied, rushed forward, making all the Cultivators present feel a tremor in their hearts and their breathing immediately quicken.

The value of this single Spirit Stone was enough to buy ten Qingfeng Towers!

Where did this Overlord come from?! A Godly Tycoon?!

Just as Madam Xu thought the other party intended to "communicate" using money, Su Wuchang spoke.

His large, copper-bell-like eyes stared intently at Madam Xu, and his voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the hall:

"Stop the nonsense!"

"Bring out all of your 'top courtesans' who are the most formidable and know the most secrets!"

"We want to have an 'in-depth' exchange!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into an eerie silence once more.

Everyone looked at Su Wuchang with extremely strange eyes.

The most formidable? Formidable in what way?

Know the most secrets? What kind of request is that?

And an in-depth exchange?

This Sire... his tastes are simply too heavy, too peculiar!

Madam Xu was startled at first, but then, as a veteran madam, her brain spun rapidly, and she instantly "understood"!

She had seen those who liked the innocent, the seductive, married women, and even men... but this was the first time she encountered a Sire like the one before her, demanding the "most formidable" and "those who know the most secrets."

This must be some powerful, tyrannical expert with a special fetish, tired of common, vulgar beauties, who came specifically to seek excitement!

Such an important figure could crush her with a single finger; she absolutely could not afford to offend him!

Madam Xu was scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, how could she dare to show the slightest neglect?

She immediately plastered an extremely fawning smile onto her face, bowing and scraping repeatedly to Su Wuchang: "I understand, I understand, This humble servant understands! Sire, please wait a moment. I will immediately go and invite down the young ladies in our tower who are the 'most formidable,' have the tightest lips, and know the most 'secrets' for you!"

"I guarantee that all sirs will have a thoroughly 'in-depth' experience and leave satisfied!"

Having said that, she didn't bother to comfort the other guests.

Lifting her skirt, she scrambled and crawled upstairs, as if evil spirits were chasing her.

Su Wuchang looked at her "sensible" retreating figure, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to whisper to Su Xiaoxiao and the others behind him: "See, they feel guilty. The moment they heard we were looking for the 'top courtesans,' they immediately went to arrange it. It looks like we are on the right track!"

The Su Family members were deeply convinced.

Su Xiaoxiao suppressed her disgust for the surrounding environment, her pretty face full of solemnity, and nodded vigorously: "Wu Chang Ge's analysis is correct. This madam's reaction is the best proof!"

The group straightened their backs, their eyes becoming sharper, preparing to receive the incoming "core intelligence personnel" of the enemy, whom they imagined to be overwhelmingly powerful.