35: Chapter 35 Seventy-Two Erotic Paintings

Unlike what Su Mo had imagined, he originally thought Steward Wang, an eighty-year-old man, would surely have a face full of wrinkles and look decrepit.

But upon seeing him now, he realized the man actually had a rosy complexion and strong muscles. Although his body hair was all white, his face looked only about fifty years old.

Now, Su Mo was certain that this old man definitely held some secret.

Otherwise, how could an eighty-year-old man look stronger than himself, servicing a dozen women nightly without showing any fatigue?

Su Mo silently flew down from the roof, his scale-armored hand gently pushing open a gap.

The thick scent of decadence immediately rushed out of the room. Su Mo's compound eyes rotated slightly, staring straight at the movement on the bed.

Su Mo was about to administer an injection to everyone on the bed to control the situation.

"Rumble!"

A sudden clap of thunder exploded outside the window, and a blinding white light shone through the door seam, projecting Su Mo's silhouette onto the adjacent wall.

Steward Wang on the bed was startled awake by the loud thunder, groggily opening his eyes just enough to see the strange, four-winged figure reflected on the wall.

He instantly sobered up.

"Help..."

Seeing this, Su Mo cursed inwardly.

His fingertips instantly extended, stabbing toward Steward Wang's chest with lightning speed.

"Clang!"

The bee-stinger-like fingertips collided with Steward Wang's chest, yet they produced the sound of metal striking metal!

Su Mo didn't have time to think; he changed the stab into a slap, smacking Steward Wang across the face, instantly cutting off the shout before it could leave his mouth.

The women surrounding Steward Wang were disturbed by the commotion and showed signs of waking up.

Su Mo's four wings suddenly spread out behind him, and countless poison needles, fine as ox hair, shot forth. The women instantly fell into a deeper state of unconsciousness.

Steward Wang stared with terrified, wide eyes, desperately gripping Su Mo's palm and struggling fiercely.

After everything was handled, Su Mo turned his head and met Steward Wang's gaze.

Steward Wang watched his countless reflections shimmer in Su Mo's compound eyes, and his struggling instantly ceased.

"I ask, you answer!"

"Dare to play any tricks, and wait for your son to collect your corpse!"

Saying this, Su Mo injected him in the neck. Steward Wang's limbs immediately fell limply onto the bed.

"Where is Wang Shixian?"

Hearing the name Wang Shixian, Steward Wang's expression suddenly calmed down, and he let out a cold snort.

"Demon, if you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

"Damn it! You think I'm being polite, huh?"

Su Mo violently tore a large piece from the bedding, rolled it into a ball, and forcefully stuffed it into Steward Wang's mouth.

Pushing aside Steward Wang's plain clothes, his ten fingers turned into stingers, ready to pierce him.

He suddenly discovered that under Steward Wang's plain clothes was a vest that was neither gold, silver, iron, nor copper. It felt light but was incredibly tough; Su Mo couldn't tear it even using half his strength.

One must know that Su Mo's current strength was a superposition of the talents of various animals and insects. Such immense force could smash a hole even in a solid iron block.

"A good item!"

Su Mo's eyes shone brightly. He used both hands to forcibly strip off the vest, completely ignoring Steward Wang's twisted and painful expression.

He held the vest up to his front to compare the size; it looked about right, but if he wore it, his wings would be blocked.

"I wonder if I can modify it..."

"Old fellow, you have quite a few good things! Tell me what other good items you have. If I like them, perhaps I'll be in a good mood and spare your life?"

Su Mo reached out and patted Steward Wang's cheek.

But Steward Wang merely closed his eyes, turned his head, adopting the posture of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

Su Mo sneered. His ten fingertips fiercely pierced various spots on Steward Wang's chest. Without the vest obstructing him, Su Mo's fingers penetrated as easily as plunging into jelly.

Steward Wang's face immediately contorted, veins bulged all over his body, and his body began to spasm strangely, yet he couldn't even let out a scream.

Among the talents Su Mo had acquired, those that could produce toxins were numerous: paralyzing, highly potent, continuously itchy, corrosive, hallucinogenic... He injected Steward Wang with ten different types of poisons, each one enough to make life worse than death.

"If you won't talk, then I won't ask. Every quarter of an hour, I will inject you with another different poison."

"It's still early. I can keep playing with you until dawn..."

Su Mo chuckled, stood up, and began searching the room.

Generally speaking, wealthy households like this usually have hidden compartments where they stash illicit items.

Su Mo's lips moved slightly, and a sound wave imperceptible to ordinary people echoed throughout the room, eventually returning to Su Mo's ears.

The moment the sound wave fed back into his ear, Su Mo's gaze locked onto the area behind a landscape painting. The echo there was different from normal, sounding unusually hollow.

He lifted the landscape painting and lightly knocked on the wall. Sure enough, it sounded hollow.

Su Mo loosely cupped his hand, his fingertips slowly embedding themselves into the hard bluestone brick. He easily dug out a large chunk, as if cutting tofu, revealing a head-sized hole.

Through the hole, he could see that the hidden compartment contained neatly stacked letters, a jade bottle, and a slightly yellowed book.

Su Mo picked up the letters and quickly flipped through them. These were all secret correspondences between Steward Wang and other officials, containing content related to forming cliques and engaging in petty corruption—useless stuff.

What Su Mo was more interested in were the jade bottle and the book inside.

"Xiaoyao Pill?"

Su Mo pulled out the stopper of the jade bottle, and a cloyingly sweet fragrance mixed with medicinal odors rushed out.

"This thing... doesn't look very proper..."

"I'll have Yellow Three test it when I get back."

Su Mo casually tucked the jade bottle into his pocket and picked up the book from the hidden compartment.

Several large characters were written on the yellowed cover: "Yin-Yang Harmony Technique."

The first page showed a man and a woman in a strange posture. Flipping further, the entire book was filled with various positions, totaling seventy-two types.

"Oh, there's even this position..."

Su Mo scrutinized the entire book with a critical eye, only finding an introduction about the book on the last page.

"Yin and Yang union, using Yin to supplement Yang, and Yang to nourish Yin. Yin and Yang mutual aid leads to longevity..."

To Su Mo's disappointment, after reading through the whole thing, he didn't find anything related to Cultivation.

"So it's just a health-preserving Cultivation Technique. It might as well be called the Seventy-two Positions of the Spring Palace Manual."

Unwilling to give up, Su Mo searched the study for a long time but still didn't find anything else that might be related to Cultivation.

"Old Thing, did your son leave anything for you?"

Steward Wang was now on his last breath. After the object was removed from his mouth, he mumbled incoherently.

"No... there is... Immortal Master..."

"Bang!"

Steward Wang's head suddenly exploded. Just like Wang Shide, he suddenly died from a body explosion right when mentioning something related to a Cultivator.

"Hiss, an old man is just an old man, not durable..."

"Sigh, I still haven't asked where the Wang Manor's treasury is."

"Forget it, I'll find it myself."

...At the same time Steward Wang died, in an Immortal Cave on a cloud-shrouded Immortal Mountain ten thousand miles away.

A certain middle-aged man who was meditating suddenly sensed something. He performed a hand seal to investigate.

He then opened his eyes and frowned.

"A'nu, go inform Junior Brother Wang."

"His father is dead."