98: Chapter 98 Dream Butterfly Fairy

"Fellow Daoist, are you also heading to the Tianji Pavilion in the Central Province?" a man leaned over and said to you.

You and Venerable Li Kun were standing on the deck of the flying ship. This flying ship was a cross-domain route operated by Wanbao Pavilion, specifically running the line from the Great Cloud Empire to the Central Province. The ship was bustling with people, mostly Loose Cultivators or Disciples and Elders from small to medium-sized factions.

Prodigies from major factions all had their own teleportation arrays, which could directly complete ultra-long-distance travel between major domains. Wanbao Pavilion actually had them too, but the price was outrageously expensive, and Wanbao Pavilions in small places didn't have them at all—not even the Wanbao Pavilion in the capital of the Great Cloud Empire had one.

There was actually another very important reason why you and Venerable Li Kun chose to take the flying ship: these past few days, all Prodigies on the Heavenly Pride Ranking could ride the flying ship for free.

You turned your head and looked at the man who had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation. He had a handsome face and wore luxurious clothes, and the jade pendant at his waist was clearly no ordinary item; he looked like a prince from some Empire.

Not far behind him, an old man was leaning against the ship's railing with his arms crossed, eyes closed in meditation. When the man spoke to you, the old man's eyes opened slightly, his gaze resting on you for a moment before slowly closing again.

"Yes," you nodded slightly and said.

"As I thought, you must also be a Prodigy on the Heavenly Pride Ranking! Oh, excuse me—" the man cupped his hands with a hearty smile, "forgetting to introduce myself, I am Li Wenhao, forty-fourth on the Heavenly Pride Ranking."

"Lin Heng, eleventh on the Heavenly Pride Ranking," you said.

Upon hearing your name, the other party was visibly stunned: "Fellow Daoist is actually Lin Heng? That Loose Cultivator."

"Why, do I not look like one?"

"No, no, not at all, I just didn't expect to meet Brother Lin here!" Li Wenhao's tone became much more polite towards you.

"These two are also Prodigies on the Heavenly Pride Ranking that I met. This is Xiao Huo, fifty-sixth on the Heavenly Pride Ranking," Li Wenhao said as he introduced them to you.

That person named Xiao Huo was dressed in black with a large sword strapped to his back; he nodded slightly upon seeing you.

"This Young Miss is Ye Shuanger from the Heaven Sword Valley. Although Young Miss Shuanger is only ninety-fourth on the Heavenly Pride Ranking, she is only thirteen years old this year."

A little loli with twin tails poked half her head out from behind Li Wenhao. When she saw his gaze sweep over, she immediately shrank back behind Li Wenhao, revealing only a pair of dark, round eyes.

After some conversation, you learned that Xiao Huo was also a Loose Cultivator. He was going to the Central Province this time for his lover. Although they had only met once, the two had already promised themselves to each other.

"I heard that Wanbao Pavilion is very liberal. I am going to the Central Province this time to see if I can become a Core Disciple of Wanbao Pavilion. If I can, I will take things to the next level with her; otherwise, the gap between us is too great!" Xiao Huo said with a firm gaze. As he said this, you felt the large sword on his back tremble slightly.

There was a Soul inside, you sensed.

Xiao Huo's lover seemed to be a Disciple of some major faction and was also on the Heavenly Pride Ranking, but he was unwilling to say her name, only knowing that she was ranked ahead of him.

Ye Shuanger, on the other hand, kept shrinking to Li Wenhao's side. Only after getting familiar did she stop being so afraid of you—to be precise, after you gave her a lollipop, her trust level towards you jumped directly from "suspicious stranger" to "good person."

She came from the Heaven Sword Valley, whose Valley Master only had Nascent Soul cultivation. Now, Ye Shuanger could practically be called the strongest in the entire Heaven Sword Valley.

Ye Shuanger's eyes were big and bright, and she spoke in a soft, childish voice: "I must join the Sword Sect, and then avenge my daddy and mommy!" As she said this, although her fists were clenched tightly, you still thought she was incredibly cute.

"Brother Lin, I heard that Fairy Mengdie is also holding a poetry gathering on this flying ship, and anyone on the Heavenly Pride Ranking can attend. Is Brother Lin interested?" Li Wenhao leaned over, his eyes shining.

You asked him who Fairy Mengdie was. He was completely shocked, then revealed a knowing smile: "Brother Lin will know once you go. Fairy Mengdie loves poetry most in her life, and she practices a dual Cultivation Technique. If you can come up with poetry that makes her look at you differently, you might have a chance to get intimate with her..."

You didn't want to go.

You really didn't want to go, but Li Wenhao kept asking you to go, so you followed him to the poetry gathering.

The poetry gathering was set on the top floor of the flying ship. The amount of Spirit Stones required for entry was enough to take an ordinary Cultivator from Qi Refining all the way to Golden Core, so no one who came was an ordinary person.

After entering, the entire venue lacked the so-called elegant atmosphere of a poetry gathering; the air was filled with a pink mist that was cloyingly sweet.

"Fellow Daoist, is this place really a poetry gathering?" you asked.

"Of course. Brother Lin, could it be that you are also inspired to write a poem?" Li Wenhao winked at you and said: "Bring the paper."

Saying this, a young girl walked up to Li Wenhao and lay down.

Li Wenhao pointed at the girl's fair skin and said: "Brother Lin, do you have any inspiration? If not, then I'll go first."

You shook your head.

That was a pity. Saying that, Li Wenhao began to "write" on his "paper."

"Your Highness, that Fairy Mengdie is the Senior Sister of the Joyous Union Sect, and also sixty-fifth on the Heavenly Pride Ranking," Venerable Li Kun whispered in your ear.

You didn't speak, just glanced at Ye Shuanger beside you. It wasn't good for a little loli to come to this kind of place.

However, Ye Shuanger didn't seem shy at all. She walked to your side: "Why aren't these older sisters wearing clothes?"

Alright, the little loli was too innocent!

"Maybe they are comprehending the Dao," you said.

You sat down next to Li Wenhao. The venue had prepared many snacks and tea, but unfortunately, there was no alcohol, so you had to make do with snacks and tea.

The specific content of the poetry gathering was to write your own poems on these "papers," and then Fairy Mengdie would come out after seeing a poem that satisfied her to have an in-depth exchange about these poems with you.

However, looking at the pink atmosphere around, whether it was exchanging poetry or just exchanging... something else, was hard to say.

Most people were only writing poetry on the surface; for example, Li Wenhao would stroke his "paper" from time to time, calling it thinking about inspiration.

You ignored him and just teased the little loli on the side.

However, to your surprise, Xiao Huo actually asked for a "paper" too, but looking at him, he didn't seem like that kind of person.

Xiao Huo wrote very quickly; it looked like he was actually writing poetry.

Not long after Xiao Huo's "paper" left, someone shouted: "Fairy Mengdie is out!"

"Someone's poem made Fairy Mengdie come out!!!"

"Look, that's Fairy Mengdie!"

"Meng Die, I love you!"

"Fairy Mengdie, I want to XXXX with you."

A young girl wearing pink robes walked slowly towards the high platform. Every movement she made was full of allure, and her figure was slender.

To put it bluntly, she was very hot!

Every step the girl took, she cast a flirtatious glance, causing a frenzy below.

You just drank a sip of tea here calmly. This so-called Fairy Mengdie was more like a Fan Service Girl than a Fairy.

Fairy Mengdie looked at the men going crazy for her below the stage and curled her lips in satisfaction.

She raised her hand to untie the outermost pink gauze garment she was wearing, lightly pressed her red lips against the thin gauze, and her voice was as soft as if it had just been scooped from a honey pot: "Meng Die is here to meet all you brothers—"

That pink gauze garment, thin as a cicada's wing, fluttered in the air. The crowd below exploded instantly; countless hands reached into the air at the same time, and the front row almost drew their swords against each other because of it.

As luck would have it, you were just drinking tea on the side, lamenting that the tea tasted terrible, when the gauze garment floated in front of you and landed in your cup.