49: Chapter 49 Concubines

At the arena on the summit of Potian Peak, Lu Chengfeng collapsed from his injuries.

Soon, a Medical Cultivator Elder hurried onto the stage to examine him.

Lu Chengfeng was quickly and carefully carried away by two disciples for treatment.

Ye Wushuang, who had achieved a ten-win streak, stood dazed in the center of the arena, looking lost and despondent.

He didn't understand why he felt this way himself.

Why did his heart feel so heavy and depressed upon seeing Lu Chengfeng injured?

For a fleeting moment, he almost wanted to rush over and check on his injuries.

He desperately wanted to ask, "Are you okay? Is it serious?"

The mountain breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, his eyes betraying a sense of bewilderment that even he hadn't noticed.

But in the next second, Ye Wushuang's brows furrowed as he forcibly suppressed this inexplicable emotion.

"Why should I care about that Lu Chengfeng?" he asked himself in his heart.

Then, he thought of Li Xiaoyao again.

Ye Wushuang abruptly turned his head toward the edge of the arena, his gaze searching the crowd urgently, only to find that Li Xiaoyao had long since disappeared.

"The battle where I just defeated Lu Chengfeng... did he not see it?" An indescribable sense of loss quietly crept into Ye Wushuang's heart, causing the corners of his mouth to turn down slightly unconsciously.

Ye Wushuang shook his head violently, trying to shake off these strange thoughts, a flash of annoyance appearing in his eyes.

Why did he care if Li Xiaoyao had seen it or not?

He felt like he was becoming exceptionally strange.

One after another, why did he care about what other men thought of him?

What on earth was happening?

Ye Wushuang slowly walked down from the arena, his steps feeling somewhat heavy.

The joy of the ten-win streak had completely vanished; instead, the loss and frustration in his heart spread silently like the surrounding mist.

Just what is...

Why!

The time for free sparring between disciples participating in the Disciple Recruitment Ceremony had ended.

The formal testing was about to begin.

Ye Wushuang took a deep breath, suppressed his roiling emotions, and walked quickly toward the assembly point.

At this time, the square where the assembly point was located was already crowded with people, a large number of disciples having gathered.

As the Eldest Senior Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak, Ye Xishui had many affairs to attend to and had temporarily left Chen Zilong to introduce her own main peak.

Meanwhile, Chen Zilong was currently setting up a stall at the edge of the square to sell pills.

To earn the spirit stones needed for cultivation, many disciples brought out their best skills.

Some disciples were hawking candied haws, some set up steaming bun stalls, and there were even female disciples "promoting" themselves.

Those promoting themselves were naturally the female disciples who practiced Dual Cultivation Techniques, had mediocre talent, but possessed good looks and figures.

Knowing that their hopes of reaching Foundation Establishment or Core Formation on their own were slim, they turned to specializing in dual cultivation and Bedroom Arts.

They intended to become concubines for male disciples who had high cultivation, personal disciple status, or clan backgrounds.

This was common in the cultivation world and not at all surprising.

As a Daoist sect, Xuantian Sect emphasized following one's heart and nature.

They neither encouraged nor opposed such matters.

After all, this was also a path for female disciples with lesser talent to seek survival on the long journey of immortality.

It was simply a case of 'one willing to buy, one willing to sell.'

Only, before the transaction, both parties needed to establish proof that it was voluntary.

At this moment, Chen Zilong, who was organizing his pills at the stall, noticed two female disciples frequently glancing his way, their eyes filled with scrutiny and testing.

Two figures, one in red and one in blue, were particularly eye-catching not far away.

They were wearing very revealing camisole dresses, with large areas of snow-white skin exposed.

The girl in the red dress had an exquisite, charming figure and a very bright face; her almond eyes were lively and spirited, radiating an irrepressible warmth and vitality.

The woman in the blue dress was tall with graceful, undulating curves; her face was even more refined, with skin like ice and bones like jade, her temperament ethereal and transcendent, like a secluded orchid under the moon.

However, she was currently frowning slightly, her cold gaze revealing a hint of subtle helplessness and resistance, as if she were very reluctant about the current promotion but felt she had no choice.

Chen Zilong subconsciously looked away to avoid making eye contact with them.

"Who are these two women? There's no such plot in the book," Chen Zilong muttered inwardly.

Just then, the two female disciples seemed to have finished their discussion; the girl in red pulled the woman in blue and jogged toward Chen Zilong with light steps.

The woman in blue was dragged along, her steps somewhat passive, a hint of reluctance crossing her cold face.

"Senior brother, are ya a personal disciple of a peak master?"

The girl in red stopped, her voice crisp with a clear Sichuan accent. She introduced herself with a beaming smile, "I'm called Li Chenger, and this is my sister Ding Shuyao."

As she spoke, she pointed to the blue-dressed woman beside her.

Ding Shuyao nodded slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over Chen Zilong before she lowered her eyes again.

Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her lips were pressed tight.

Li Chenger continued her pitch:

"We're a package deal, the price is definitely fair—one thousand low-grade spirit stones, buy one get one free!"

She blinked her sparkling eyes, her smile carrying a hint of expectation.

Chen Zilong couldn't help but be drawn to the accent and looked over.

Not for any other reason, but because this Li Chenger spoke with a flavor of Sichuan from Earth.

"I am indeed a personal disciple,"

Chen Zilong responded, imitating her tone, "but I'm only here to sell pills."

Li Chenger and Ding Shuyao couldn't help but be amused by Chen Zilong's mimicry.

Li Chenger burst out with a "pfft" laugh, her eyes curving into crescents.

Even Ding Shuyao, who had been keeping a stiff face, had the corners of her mouth twitch upward almost imperceptibly before returning to her cold expression.

"Oh, senior brother, you're quite a fun one!"

Li Chenger teased with a laugh, then changed the subject, "Since you're an alchemist, you can definitely afford us sisters, right?"

At this point, the silent Ding Shuyao seemed to have realized something.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned close to Li Chenger's ear, and quickly said something in a clear, pleasant, but very low voice.

Chen Zilong only saw her pale lips open and close very slightly.

After listening, Li Chenger's eyes lit up, and she looked at Chen Zilong with an even wider smile:

"Senior brother, are ya Chen Zilong, the personal disciple of Immortal Venerable Liu Mei? We sisters especially admire Immortal Venerable Liu Mei!"

Chen Zilong said:

"Since you two know who I am, you should also know that I already have a Dao companion."

"So you should leave immediately."

After hearing this, the smile on Li Chenger's face didn't fade, and her tone remained light:

"Having a Dao companion means having a wife. We sisters never thought about being your wives; we just want to be your concubines."

She leaned in a bit closer, her voice lowered with a bit of cunning, "Give us sisters a chance. We've both learned all sorts of Daoist 'Bedroom Arts.' We guarantee we'll serve you so well you'll be perfectly comfortable and happy!"

Chen Zilong didn't speak this time, just silently looking at the two female disciples before him.

His heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

He considered himself lucky to have become a villain character after transmigrating into the book.

This villain Chen Zilong had the Chen family as a backer and was himself the personal disciple of an Integration Stage powerhouse.

His own skeletal talent and aptitude were also top-notch.

Not only was there a massive amount of cultivation resources supplied by the Chen family, but even within the Xuantian Sect, the resources allocated by the sect were extremely abundant.

Yet the two female cultivators before him were desperately learning Bedroom Arts and promoting themselves like this just for the cultivation resources that he could obtain so easily...

To be honest, this reminded Chen Zilong of his parents back on Earth.

He didn't come from a wealthy background; his parents were both workers.

To support his education, they had truly given their all.

After graduating from university, he had been full of thoughts about working and earning money so his parents could enjoy their retirement.

In the end, he found that university students in first-tier cities were all competing with each other to an exhausting degree.

In the eyes of those HRs (the so-called "good people"), his hard work was just a commodity that could be replaced by any of the many others they could hire for three thousand yuan.

He dreamed of graduating and supporting his family, but in the end, even supporting himself was difficult, and he even needed his parents' financial help.

Even the unreachable down payment for a house required relying on his parents' assistance.

Looking at these two female disciples who kept promoting themselves to be concubines, a wave of indescribable bitterness rose in Chen Zilong's heart.

His parents in this cultivation world would give him millions of spirit stones at a time.

And that wasn't even counting the massive amount of spirit stones his master Liu Mei bestowed upon him every month.

Just as Chen Zilong's mind was racing and he was feeling conflicted, a cold voice sounded from behind him:

"Husband, if you want concubines, then buy the two of them."

Ye Xishui had quietly approached at some unknown time...

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