753: Chapter 753 I Want to Be Quiet

Jingkong stood there dazed, his forehead covered in sweat. He only came back to his senses when he heard you speak, his throat still a bit tight: "Amitabha, thank you, Senior, for stepping in to save me."

You shook your head, said nothing more, turned to look at the attendant, and put on a smiling face: "Let's go, lead the way."

The attendant was taken aback, hastily hunching over while holding the eight Spirit Stones with both hands and offering them to you, his fingers trembling: "Se-se-Senior..."

"What is it?"

"No money, no money, your stay is free!" His voice trembled as he squeezed out a smile.

"Didn't your boss say there are no discounts?"

"That's right, no discounts... but it can be free!"

When he said this, there was a smile on his face, but the cold sweat on his forehead dripped onto the ground drop by drop.

You reached out to take the Spirit Stones and said in a low voice: "Do I look like the kind of person who lacks money?"

"Certainly not, you this..." The attendant looked at your attire, opened his mouth, and didn't continue.

You waved your hand: "Stop chattering, lead the way!"

"Yes, yes, yes, guest, please follow me." The attendant nodded repeatedly and walked ahead to lead the way.

After you went upstairs, the discussions in the lobby slowly began to rise.

Gu Lingshuang glared at Jingkong: "Dead bald donkey, if it weren't for this Senior, you'd really be a dead bald donkey right now."

"Amitabha, next time I must size things up properly before mocking." Jingkong put his hands together, his hands still shaking.

"This Senior is so charming." Chu Yiyi stared at the stairs, her eyes shining.

"Love-struck." Tang Zhan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his voice not loud.

"Alright, stop chattering, let's go quickly." Gu Lingshuang lowered her voice, "Didn't you hear what that old man said? Behind the people of the Sima Immortal Clan stands the Heavenly Palace."

"Amitabha, time to make a run for it." Jingkong lifted his leg and walked out the door.

The other three were startled and quickly followed.

On the other side, the attendant arranged the most luxurious suite on the top floor for you, and brought in three young female Cultivators, who stood in a row.

The attendant smiled and said: "This is our shopkeeper's intention, specially arranging people to wait on you."

You glanced over and waved your hand: "No need, I like Jingjing."

"Jingjing?" The attendant was startled, "She is the top courtesan of Wangyou Pavilion. Our Wangxian Tower and Wangyou Pavilion do not share the same owner, I'm afraid..."

You raised your hand to interrupt him: "Out you go."

Seeing your firm tone, the attendant glanced at the three female Cultivators and muttered in a low voice: "Compared to Jingjing, they really fall quite a bit short."

With that, he tactfully led the three female Cultivators out and closed the door behind him.

You glanced around the chamber.

The living room was spacious, paved with warm jade. Golden silkworm silk curtains separated it from the bedroom, where a jade bed occupied half the room. In the bathroom, there was also an outrageously large bathtub that could hold over a dozen people bathing together.

Ten thousand Spirit Stones a night was indeed worth the price.

You withdrew your gaze, walked over to the balcony booth with satisfaction, sat down, boiled water to brew tea, and looked up to see the opposite side.

Opposite was the top floor of Wangyou Pavilion, where someone was sitting in the balcony booth.

It was the top courtesan Jingjing.

She was leaning against the back of her chair, one hand resting on the armrest. Her fingers were slender, her skin emitted a fair glow, and her pitch-black long hair hung by the side of her neck.

Sensing your gaze, she turned her head to look over, the corners of her lips moving slightly as she nodded at you.

You saw her face clearly.

Her brow ridges were flat and thin, the bridge of her nose slender and straight, and her lips pink and moist. Her facial features had no faults to pick at, and she could be considered a peerless beauty.

However, her cultivation was at the Void Refining stage, and she was merely a Clone.

This appearance of hers was naturally fake; in reality, she was an extraordinarily ugly old woman.

She could fool others, but she couldn't fool you.

A Void Refining Cultivator acting as the top courtesan of Wangyou Pavilion?

Could she be cultivating some sort of unorthodox Dual Cultivation Cultivation Technique?

You suppressed the curiosity in your heart and nodded with a smile.

"Why doesn't Senior come over for a visit?" she said with a smile.

"Better not, I like Jingjing." You picked up your teacup and took a sip.

She covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: "My name is Jingjing, after all."

You didn't respond nor look at her, instead picking up the empty teacup to take another sip.

At this moment, only one thought crossed your mind—ten thousand Spirit Stones a night was way too much of a loss.

Seeing that you didn't reply, she stopped talking as well.

But a thought flashed through her mind—did you see through something?

Impossible.

Her Clone had been modified through secret arts; even an Integration Stage Cultivator might not be able to see through it at a glance.

Downstairs earlier, your move lasted only an instant. Aside from Sima Muqing, no one knew what kind of strength you possessed.

Naturally, she had no idea of your strength.

You ignored her and drank your tea quietly, occasionally sweeping your Divine Thought across the entire Star Continent to memorize useful information bit by bit.

Time passed day by day like this, and in the blink of an eye, seven days went by.

You had originally expected Sima Muqing to bring a Mahayana expert to your door.

But there was never any movement.

You killed two of his Geniuses, and he could actually endure it?

At that time, you didn't reveal any trump cards, not even using a Great Dao Divine Ability, and looked like an ordinary Mahayana expert.

He actually didn't come to take revenge?

He really knows how to endure.

However, the city became lively because of two matters: the City Lord's Mansion was gone, and Wanling Valley was also gone.

The streets were full of discussions, with most people clapping and cheering.

"Motherfucker, Heaven has eyes! Finally, someone has dealt with the City Lord's Mansion."

"What's the use? Changing a City Lord wouldn't it be the same?"

"If they replaced them with people from the Tianyin Sect, it might be a bit better."

"You're thinking too simply. The position of City Lord has people fighting tooth and nail for it every time; how could it be that easy?"

"Doesn't the rule say the Three Great Factions take turns sitting in it?"

"Rules? When have you ever seen those people follow rules? Do you follow rules in the face of interests? What did you do yourself last time, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

That person opened his mouth and closed it again.

He himself had done things like killing people to seize treasures; in this world, it was far too normal.

Furthermore, the benefits brought by the position of City Lord were far greater than killing people to seize treasures. Wanting to smoothly take over was not that easy.

On this night,

You were still sitting in the balcony booth, sipping spiritual tea.

On the opposite balcony of Wangyou Pavilion, Jingjing was also sitting there, occasionally curling the corners of her lips toward you.

You ignored her.

Suddenly,

A figure landed opposite her.

You recognized it—it was the Pavilion Master of Langgan Pavilion within the city, Pavilion Master Sima Jingting.

After Pavilion Master Sima Jingting sat down, he raised his hand to cast a beam of spiritual light, isolating the surroundings.

That spiritual light was useless against you; Law Power could not block the Power of the Great Dao. You listened to every single word they said without missing a single character.

Judging by Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's appearance, he seemed to know nothing about you.

Evidently, Sima Muqing hadn't told him—that you, a Mahayana expert, were right here.

What on earth is this Sima Muqing thinking?

Not even reminding his own clansmen?