Free Web NovelChapter 720: Strange Tales of Crows
The courtyard arranged by the City Lord was even larger than the bamboo house in Linghua Valley of Bei Ya Mountain.
It was practically a small ornamental garden.
However, as a courtyard within a county city, the landscaping had a touch more luxury and a bit less naturalness.
Stepping inside, precious flowers and trees lined the bluestone path. As the evening breeze swept through, a faint fragrance wafted about.
Song Yan had no interest in strolling around and walked directly to the main residence.
He pushed the door open.
The scene inside made Song Yan freeze.
Candlelight flickered. Two young maidens, clad only in light gauze, were kneeling obediently by the bed. Seeing the door open, they hastily stood up to bow.
One was tall and slender, the other petite. Their skin, faintly visible beneath the thin gauze, and their snow-capped curves were on full display.
Steam rose from the nearby bath, where flower petals and scented dew were scattered in the water.
Xiao He tried to peek out but was pressed back by Song Yan.
"Ahem, what are you two...?"
The two maidens exchanged glances. One bit her cherry lips lightly, her face flushed with shyness: "Immortal Master, we are here by City Lord’s command to attend to your rest..."
The slightly taller maiden forced herself to remain calm and curtsied, her figure breathtaking.
"Both of us are still virgins. Whatever makes Immortal Master happy, we will do..."
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
It must be said that Zhao Huaizhen was indeed very good at handling affairs, and his intentions were clear.
By selecting a few beautiful maidens to attend him for a few nights, if they were to bear offspring with Spiritual Roots, there was no doubt that the benefits and advantages Zhao Huaizhen could gain in the future would be immeasurable.
Even if it didn’t work out, it didn’t matter. To have a few nights of romance with an Immortal was an honor in itself.
And if any of these Immortals were truly sentimental and remembered this fleeting encounter, then Zhao Huaizhen could also be credited with matchmaking.
There was no loss either way.
Song Yan sighed softly, then said gently, "Please return, young ladies. Please convey my thanks to City Lord for his kind intentions."
Upon hearing this, the two maidens seemed a bit anxious; they did not want to give up this opportunity to "contact" an Immortal.
"Does Immortal Master find us clumsy...?"
Song Yan shook his head.
In truth, he was not a person of pure heart and few desires, nor was he averse to women.
On the contrary, he was quite interested in matters between men and women.
Love between men and women was natural and proper, and in the Cultivation World, there were even Cultivation Techniques specifically for Dual Cultivation.
Unfortunately, he had not yet reached Foundation Establishment Realm, and it was not suitable to deplete his Yang Essence.
He would consider it later.
Besides, Xiao He was still here.
"There’s no need to say more, young ladies." With a light flick of his finger, he took two robes from his qiankun bag and placed them over the two maidens.
"My Cultivation requires me to maintain my Yang Essence. If City Lord Zhao questions you, just tell him the truth."
He waved his hand lightly, and a gentle wisp of Spiritual Qi, like a spring breeze, softly pushed them towards the door.
The slightly taller maiden wanted to say something more, but she felt an invisible force gently supporting her backward, making it impossible to even get half a step closer.
The door closed softly, and the two only heard the young man’s clear voice coming through the door: "It’s late, young ladies, please return."
Outside the courtyard, moonlight was like water. The two maidens looked at each other, then finally bowed gracefully towards the closed door.
Inside the room.
Xiao He poked her head out from his collar, flicking her tongue: "Oh, my heartless Yan Yan~"
"Such beautiful sisters, alas... what a pity, what a pity."
Song Yan flicked her forehead, then waved his sleeve by the bath, putting away the scented dew and other such flirtatious items.
"What do you know to be pitying?"
"Of course, it’s a pity not to spend a wonderful night with those two sisters~"
"What do you mean by ’spend a wonderful night’? Tell me, I’m listening." Song Yan had already begun to set up a simple protective Formation in the residence. "Learning a new word and showing off."
Xiao He felt underestimated: "Of course I know!"
"It’s just..."
"It’s just, it’s two people... kissing like that."
Xiao He had already shyly burrowed into the covers.
... Song Yan looked speechlessly at Snake Babe rolling around on the bed.
"Go to sleep early, good treasure."
Three Flying Swords were summoned and landed at three points in the residence.
A Spirit Gathering Sword Array was casually set up, and the originally thin Spiritual Qi began to slowly gather.
Spiritual Qi is sparse in the Mortal world. Without means of gathering Spirit, ordinary Cultivation is truly slow.
Feeling Song Yan’s deep disdain for her, Xiao He pouted and brewed for a long time, then darted over and bit him, before scurrying off to who-knows-where.
Ignoring Xiao He’s mischief, Song Yan took a Qi Condensation Pill and began his Cultivation for the day.
The Alchemy Materials stored in his qiankun bag were almost depleted, so he needed to purchase some.
There was a relatively large market near Yunxi City called Yunlin Market.
He could go there tomorrow... The next morning, Song Yan left the small courtyard, exited the city, and headed south.
Yunlin Market was not far from Yunxi City. Using Lingyun Intent and traveling at full speed, he arrived in an hour.
This Yunlin Market was similar in style to Lingxi Market near Cave Abyss Sect, but its scale was considerably larger.
With the Hidden Sword Gathering Spirit Stance activated, he subtly revealed a hint of his Qi Refining Stage 6 aura, and the guards opened the Formation to let him pass.
Song Yan’s main purpose for this trip was to purchase Materials for refining Qi Condensation Pills and, while he was at it, sell some of the recently refined Huang Ya Pills.
Currently, the efficiency of refining Qi Condensation Pills was not high in all aspects, so Song Yan generally kept them for his own use.
Only selling Huang Ya Pills, overall, still resulted in more expenses than income.
However, Alchemy was a task that required step-by-step progress; it could not be rushed.
Stepping into a Medicinal Pill shop named Baodan Hall, he did not immediately inquire about selling Medicinal Pills. Instead, he first looked around at the prices of the Medicinal Pills sold in the shop.
The average price of each Qi Condensation Pill was eight Spirit Stones, while Huang Ya Pills were three Spirit Stones.
Considering the value of the refining Materials for Qi Condensation Pills and the efficiency of Alchemy, for him, if he wanted to earn a small fortune by selling Medicinal Pills, Huang Ya Pills were the best choice.
The location of this Baodan Hall was excellent, with people coming and going.
As Song Yan pondered, several Cultivators who looked like Loose Cultivators sat idly nearby, seemingly waiting for friends to buy Medicinal Pills.
"Brother Chen, we’ve been here for many days. We haven’t heard of any tiger demons, but we often hear people mention crow demons causing trouble."
The person referred to as Brother Chen replied, "Crow demons? I haven’t seen any. It first came from the Mortals in Qing Valley. It might not be true."
"What exactly happened?"
"It’s said that since a very, very long time ago, crow demon shadows have been appearing near Qing Valley. Occasionally, they would cry at the valley entrance, immediately bringing disaster."
"At first, it was just bandit raids, wild beast attacks, and the like."
"But in the last two years, people have started disappearing."
"Actually, in Qing Valley, their ancestors also produced Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators."
"Not long after that Cultivator passed away, rumors of crow demons causing chaos began to spread."
"So they always say they are cursed by the crow demons, which is why each generation has been worse than the last, and few Cultivators have emerged."
"Such a thing exists..."
"Who knows if it’s true or false."
Crows?
