Chapter 24: Feeling Good?

Silence, that was Jiang Feng tonight.

Truly, only someone who runs a brothel would.

"So... what would Young Master Jiang like to play with?"

The room light was somewhat dim.

At this moment, Lu Luo seemed like candy brimming with temptation, her skin showing a pinkish-white under the candlelight as she leaned in with a smile, looking poised to take down the young man there and then.

"I was thinking..."

Sitting motionless at the Eight Immortals table as if he were a corpse, staring straight at the candle on the table, his thoughts seemed to drift back decades.

He remembered starting college, where every day, if not gaming, he was boasting with his roommates, these guys' romantic experiences were just too rich for the eyes.

From cougars with kids to childhood sweethearts, from hook-ups thousands of miles away to quickies right then and there, it was a complete mess, easy as reaching out and grabbing.

Until.

One day the rich guy in class had a birthday and decided to show his brothers a bit of the world.

At that time, their whole dorm room full of guys had pretty much the same expression as Jiang Feng now, sitting still like idiots, not moving a muscle.

Forget making a move; they couldn't even pass a fart.

Seeing no response from him, Lu Luo pouted innocently and followed the young man's gaze, then realized all at once.

"Oh, so the young master is into this kind of thing?"

"Huh?"

Not giving him a chance to respond, Lu Luo just sat across from him, reached over and picked up the burning candle, and under his stunned gaze, lifted her arm.

She then poured the hot wax oil down.

"Ouch! What a naughty taste the young master has."

A few tears appeared in the corner of her eye, and the pitiful look made Jiang Feng's vision go dark and his heartbeat skipped, now he finally knew how those scars on her body came about.

Meanwhile, Lu Luo shot him a challenging look, the message couldn't be clearer.

"Sigh."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, this was the first time Jiang Feng spoke with the tone of an old man.

"Although I'm not exactly a decent person, I still have to consider my fiancée's feelings given that I am betrothed, so I must ask the lady to refrain, and I'd like to tend to the wounds first."

The pitiful look on her face slowly solidified.

Then it disappeared in an instant, replaced by impatience.

"Tch, boring."

She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

With her experiences in the brothel, she could tell at a glance that this kid had a strong resolve; his breathing was steady, and his gaze was direct when he spoke such words, the kind of person she couldn't allure no matter what tricks she tried.

Instantly, her interest waned.

She stood up and grabbed a light, breathable garment from the closet to drape over herself. Though her skin was still faintly visible, it was much better than the provocative wobbling with just a stomach corset.

She sat back down in front of Jiang Feng and, unbeknownst to her, the silver notes on the table had already vanished, which undoubtedly surprised him.

But what he found even harder to accept was, is this supposed to be a Cultivator as the rumors said?

"Give me your hand."

She cocked her chin up, such an abrupt change in demeanor caught him off guard. Although it seemed unreliable, Su Yi had said that for any matter, including cultivation, he could ask her for help.

So, he cautiously said, "Well, Lu Luo lady, I just want to keep myself pure for my fiancée, it's not about freeloading, and I'll settle the bill at the counter first thing tomorrow morning..."

"Mhm."

Still with that attitude, a cold "Hmm" could be heard, clearly it was not a problem with money.

Frowning, he didn't know what made this little ancestor unhappy, and it seemed every Cultivator he had encountered so far had quite a peculiar temperament.

Liu Tangxi was like this, so was Lu Luo; even Su Yi was a bit strange.

He rolled up his sleeve and presented it to the girl.

The white bandage was already stained red; even though emergency treatment was applied and medicine was smeared on, knife wounds aren't so easily healed. If it hadn't been for Su Yi revealing her identity and bringing him here, he would probably have to seek a doctor tomorrow morning.

Not saying a word, it was clear that Lu Luo was in a bad mood. If it were someone else, they might think that Jiang Feng was determined not to be tempted and Lu Luo was upset at her lack of charm.

But often, the essence of complicated matters is very simple.

"Alas, what a pity."

"Such a young and handsome gentleman, with a robust physique. You can tell he often does manual labor. How thrilling it would be to spend a night with him..."

"Just the smell of him is so fragrant, full of yang energy, much better than those old fellows. If I could have him, it would probably be worth half a month of arduous cultivation."

Yes, that was the truth.

Su Yi had said that it was because of the cultivation technique that she was sent to the Ethereal Violet Pavilion, where she could satisfy her personal desires and special preferences, cultivate rapidly, and even fulfill her desire for making money.

Killing three birds with one stone.

Her nose twitched, usually the first night's yang energy of these men is the most concentrated. If it were someone else, she might have immediately taken him by force, but this person was specifically mentioned by Sister Su Yi, and the clever her guessed that this youth might have significant ties with Peak Master Liu.

She had watched the entire rain-soaked battle, and although his swordsmanship was crude, it definitely originated from Purple Cloud Palace.

With this thought, her expression became more sorrowful, causing him to be extremely nervous—it was as if he had wronged her somehow.

What on earth did I do?

He naturally had no clue what she was thinking and slowly began to unravel the bandage. Lu Luo glanced at the wound and bent down, an act that caused her already tight bodice to seem on the verge of bursting.

Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, looking as if she was going to lick Jiang Feng's wound.

"Wait, what are you doing!"

Subconsciously pulling back his hand, but his wrist was firmly grasped, Lu Luo's seemingly delicate palm now felt as unyielding as iron tongs.

"Stop talking nonsense, or take care of it yourself."

She glared at the young man, and it was then that he realized the oppressive aura of this brothel girl.

"…Please proceed."

Her red lips parted, and her tender tongue lightly brushed over the young man's wound, sending a tickling sensation that made him uncomfortable all over.

But in the next second.

"What is this!?"

Warmth was rapidly flowing into the wound.

Then, his entire body, as if a switch had been flipped, began to frantically absorb the warmth around him, a kind of "energy" he had never felt before.

Under his gaze, the wound that was originally over three inches long began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye, an occurrence that was beyond his cognition.

But soon he realized that this warm flow wasn't exactly a good thing.

A feeling of being about to burst came over his body, the warmth chaotically coursing through him, causing the young man's expression to gradually fill with pain and even slight convulsions, drenched in sweat. However, the wound hadn't fully healed yet, so he could only bear the pain.

During this time, Lu Luo didn't say a word, just kept licking the wound over and over again, occasionally glancing at Jiang Feng's pained expression, seemingly surprised.

She had thought this young master would not be able to bear the sensation of Spirit Energy entering his body, not expecting him to have little ability, but a resilient backbone.

Finally, the wound was completely healed, and as Lu Luo released her grip, the warmth flowing in from all directions ceased in an instant.

"Feel good?"

The person appeared to be a worldly woman, reveling in misfortune with just this one sentence.