63: Chapter 63: The things said in bed after taking off your pants are more beautiful than those of a god!

He then laughed out of sheer anger: "Fellow Daoist, has your brain broken? What do you mean by 'return it to you'?"

He gripped the jade pendant with one hand, his voice suddenly rising: "This thing was bought by me fair and square for thirteen Spirit Stones!"

"You want it? Pay with Spirit Stones!"

Tan Wei was already holding back a belly full of rage, and being provoked like this by Jiang Xuan, he exploded on the spot!

"You are bullying me too much!"

He shouted angrily, and his Aura as a Qi Refining Stage 7 Cultivator erupted without reservation.

His wide Daoist robe billowed loudly from the surging spiritual power, and he suddenly stepped forward, trying to use his Aura to suppress the other person.

He had endured it when facing Proprietress Sun Zhi because he feared the forces behind her.

But facing a Loose Cultivator who was also at Qi Refining Stage 7, he could not swallow this insult!

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan showed no intention of backing down.

He snorted coldly and also took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The "Spirit Fusion and Qi Tranquility" Cultivation Technique within his body roared into operation!

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to be drawn in, and an extremely pure and vast force of clear Qi erupted from his body!

The surrounding air was instantly torn apart, and a violent gust of wind whipped up from the ground, causing everyone's robes to flap loudly.

The little bit of pressure Tan Wei had just gathered was like a candle in the wind before this vast force of Qi.

There was a muffled "bang."

Tan Wei felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer; his expression changed drastically, and he stumbled back three large steps before barely steadying himself.

He felt his blood and Qi surging, and he stared at Jiang Xuan with eyes full of shock.

Even though they were both at Qi Refining Stage 7, the difference in their Cultivation Technique was like heaven and earth!

The surrounding Loose Cultivators watching the commotion gasped, and their gazes toward Jiang Xuan completely changed.

Tan Wei had been in Tingfeng Town for so many years and could be considered a well-known veteran of the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

Who would have thought that upon their first meeting, without even exchanging a blow, he would be forced back three steps just from a collision of their Qi?

The round fan in Proprietress Sun Zhi's hand paused, and her beautiful eyes looked Jiang Xuan up and down again, her gaze filled with wonder.

Jiang Xuan looked at the ashen-faced Tan Wei and laughed: "Fellow Daoist Tan, it seems your cultivation level has a bit of water in it."

The corners of Tan Wei's mouth twitched several times, his expression as ugly as it could possibly be.

He had thought the other was a naive greenhorn who didn't know the heights of heaven or the depths of the earth, but who knew he had kicked an iron plate!

To continue fighting would be to invite humiliation.

He gritted his teeth and violently flicked his wide sleeves: "Fellow Daoist has great skills! We shall see!"

After saying this, he cupped his hands dryly at Proprietress Sun Zhi: "Fellow Daoist Sun, farewell!"

Proprietress Sun Zhi waved her round fan and smiled softly: "Take care, Fellow Daoist Tan, come back and play next time."

Tan Wei didn't even want to say a word of pleasantries; he glared at Jiang Xuan, turned around, and slunk out of the crowd in defeat.

Once the bothersome person had left, Proprietress Sun Zhi immediately turned around.

The silk handkerchief in her hand whipped up a fragrant breeze in the air, and she began to enthusiastically call out to the passersby:

"Oh my, dear sirs and Young Masters, the excitement is over, would you like to come into our pavilion and sit for a while?"

"The young ladies in our pavilion are beautiful, sweet-talking, and have supple figures. We guarantee to serve you so comfortably that you won't want to leave!"

At her call, those who were thin-skinned quickly dispersed, but a few lecherous gluttons rubbed their hands and gathered around.

The young ladies at the entrance swarmed forward, and the sound of their giggles rang out; business was booming again.

Proprietress Sun Zhi swayed her water-serpent waist as she walked up to Jiang Xuan, the smile on her face becoming a bit more genuine:

"Today, thanks to Fellow Daoist Jiang for speaking up righteously; otherwise, who knows what a mess our business would have been turned into."

"Please, come inside! All of your expenses in our pavilion today are on the house!"

As she spoke, she beckoned and called over a pretty, curvaceous young lady to serve him.

Jiang Xuan was not one to be modest; he nodded readily: "Then this Jiang will not stand on ceremony."

Proprietress Sun Zhi looked down at Ji Yanran, who was sitting on the ground, and rolled her eyes in annoyance:

"Why are you still sitting on the ground making a fool of yourself? Come into the room with me!"

Ji Yanran bit her lower lip, propped herself up, stumbled to her feet, and kept her head down.

Like a child who had done something wrong, she followed behind Proprietress Sun Zhi into the pavilion.

...

In a quiet room in the Backyard of Yifeng Pavilion.

Proprietress Sun Zhi plopped down onto a red wooden chair covered with soft cushions, looked at Ji Yanran, who was standing before her with her head bowed and silent, and scolded her with a tone of exasperation:

"How many times have I told you all?"

"In our line of work, apart from shiny Spirit Stones, don't accept any other miscellaneous items!"

"You were clever enough not to expose him in public; otherwise, if he held a grudge against you, it would be a pile of trouble."

"We can protect you for a moment, but we cannot protect you for a lifetime!"

"Today, it was as if smoke was rising from your ancestral grave; you were lucky enough to encounter Shopkeeper Jiang, who was willing to step forward to protect you and shift the hatred."

"If it weren't for him, not only would you have lost face today, but you would have ended up owing the pavilion over a dozen Spirit Stones for no reason!"

Ji Yanran tightly clenched her skirt with both hands; she did not argue, but simply nodded silently.

Proprietress Sun Zhi looked at her stubborn temper and sighed helplessly:

"Sigh, aren't all the men under heaven the same?"

"The words spoken in bed after taking off one's pants are sweeter than anything a celestial would say!"

"Once they put their pants back on and calm down, and their Spirit Stones are spent, they turn their faces faster than flipping a book!"

"That fellow surnamed Tan must have been drunk that day; you were enthusiastic toward him, and he just casually tossed his personal Magical Artifact to you as a tip."

"Once he sobered up, he couldn't bear it and wanted to bite back and take it back!"

"Yanran, you must remember your status; you are just a mortal woman."

"In the eyes of those high-and-mighty Cultivators, you are just a plaything to be squeezed at will; don't take their words too seriously!"

Ji Yanran still did not make a sound, but the mist in her eyes swirled and swirled as she forcibly held it back.

Proprietress Sun Zhi shook her head and casually tossed the three Spirit Stones she had just extorted from Tan Wei over to her.

"Clang!"

The three Spirit Stones landed on the bluestone floor, emitting a crisp sound.

"Take this to buy some high-quality bruise ointment and hurry up and get your face healed; don't delay your guest reception."

Ji Yanran quickly squatted down, tightly clutched the three Spirit Stones in her palm, and her voice sounded a bit astringent:

"Many thanks, Madam Feng."

...

In the front hall.

Jiang Xuan dismissed the young lady who was serving him and came alone to a quiet corridor on the first floor that led to the Backyard, leaning against the wooden railing and waiting in boredom.

He had just asked around; Ji Yanran had been called away by Madam Feng for a lecture and would pass through this path when she came out.

He waited for a while.

A draft blew through the hall, dispersing much of the pungent smell of cosmetics.

Following it came an extremely light and pleasant scent of lotus flowers.

This fragrance was clear and secluded; taking a whiff made one feel completely at ease.

Jiang Xuan turned his head to follow the scent.

He saw a woman wearing a simple white light gauze dress, walking gracefully with small steps.

Her skirt swayed gently as she walked; it was the Top Courtesan who had been playing the zither on stage earlier, Top Courtesan.

Although most of her face was completely covered by a layer of white gauze, only a pair of cold, clear eyes were revealed.

But that air of ethereal elegance, in this Yifeng Pavilion, was simply like a white lotus flower growing in a wasteland.

An old saying popped into Jiang Xuan's mind.

Emerging from the mud without being stained, washed by clear ripples without being seductive.

Applied to her, it was truly not off by a single bit.

Top Courtesan also saw him, stopped, bowed slightly, and performed a lady's greeting, her voice ethereal and pleasant:

"Sixue greets the Immortal Master."

Jiang Xuan nodded with a smile and casually complimented:

"As expected of the Top Courtesan who is famous in Tingfeng Town, that poem just now was sung well; the poem is beautiful, but the beauty is even more so."

As soon as his words fell.

Top Courtesan was clearly stunned for a moment; a trace of astonishment flashed in her beautiful eyes, and then she corrected him softly:

"The Immortal Master is too kind."

"It is just that what I recited on stage earlier was a Ci poem, not a poem..."

Jiang Xuan: "..."