Chapter 185: Negotiating a Deal.

The male disciple of the Hehuan Sect led Ji Wuming up the mountain.

The higher they went, the more inappropriate sights Ji Wuming and his servant witnessed.

It was no surprise that this was the Hehuan Sect's headquarters.

Along the riverbanks, in the forests, and even on smooth stones, people were indulging in intimate acts.

Some women would be walking, catch the eye of a man, and be immediately pulled aside. The woman might feign resistance for a moment, but soon her belt would be undone.

The entire mountain resembled a living depiction of a spring palace.

Within the Hehuan Sect, most of the women wore very revealing clothes, their garments diverse in color and style, but they all had one thing in common: convenience.

As the Saint Son of the Black Lotus Sect, Ji Wuming had long mastered his desires and had great self-control, so he was able to remain composed.

However, his old servant was a different story.

The old servant kept wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glued to the women's pale, exposed thighs and breasts.

Had it not been for his young master, the old servant might not have been able to resist lunging at them.

Soon, Ji Wuming and his servant were brought into a grand hall.

"Please wait here for a moment, I'll go inform the sect master," said the Hehuan Sect disciple.

"Alright," Ji Wuming nodded.

The disciple left, and the hall was left with only Ji Wuming and his servant.

Ji Wuming sat in a chair, closing his eyes to rest.

"Young master, do you think the Hehuan Sect will strike a deal with us?" the old servant asked.

"Who knows?" Ji Wuming opened his paper fan and fanned himself. "Deals that fail usually lack sufficient temptation. I believe Mo Zhuer is extremely tempting, especially for the Hehuan Sect. She's a priceless treasure, comparable to Qin Qingwan."

"Hehehe," the old servant chuckled, "I wonder if, when Mo Zhuer is brought to the Hehuan Sect, I'll get to have a taste."

"You?" Ji Wuming glanced at his ugly and disheveled servant. "No offense, but you'd probably be behind the dogs in line."

The servant: "…"

At that moment, a voice called out from the front of the hall.

"The Saint Son of the Black Lotus Sect has arrived at my Hehuan Sect. What business do you have...?"

Both Ji Wuming and his servant turned their gaze forward.

A man wearing a deep V robe, embracing two women, walked in.

The man was exceedingly handsome and appeared youthful, though in reality, he was over a thousand years old.

This was Cui Renwang, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.

"Greetings, Sect Master," Ji Wuming folded his fan, stood, and cupped his hands in respect.

Cui Renwang sat back in his seat, looking down at Ji Wuming. "There's no need for such formalities, Saint Son. What brings you to me?"

"I wish to propose a deal with you, Sect Master," Ji Wuming said.

"Oh?" Cui Renwang sat up straight, his interest piqued. "You wish to propose a deal? What kind of deal?"

Ji Wuming smiled. "Sect Master, have you ever heard of the Luoshen (Luo God) Physique?"

Cui Renwang's brow furrowed, and a gleam of interest flashed in his eyes. "The Luoshen Physique, yes. I've heard of it. It is said that cultivators with the Luoshen Physique are extremely sensitive to spiritual energy and can even control the energy around them, as well as within others."

Ji Wuming smiled further. "Not only that. It is also said that the Luoshen Physique is similar to the Innate Sacred Body, making it an excellent partner for dual cultivation. If one could dual cultivate with a Luoshen Physique, advancing in cultivation would be a simple matter. Moreover, it's said that the Luoshen Physique is extraordinarily soft, capable of intoxicating one's senses to the point of bliss, offering the highest pleasure in the world. Many have willingly spent a night with a Luoshen Physique and died without regret."

Cui Renwang licked his lips, clearly tempted. A fire seemed to ignite within him.

Playing with the two women beside him, Cui Renwang spoke, "Saint Son, you've come all the way to my Hehuan Sect to tell me this. Have you discovered a Luoshen Physique?"

"To be frank, Sect Master, one of the Black Lotus Sect's Saintesses—Mo Zhuer—is precisely a Luoshen Physique." Ji Wuming bowed respectfully.

Hearing this, Cui Renwang frowned, visibly surprised. Releasing the women by his side, he descended and began circling around Ji Wuming. "It's said that the Black Lotus Sect has five Saintesses and five Saint Sons. In the end, only one survives to ascend as the cult leader, while the rest must die. Now it seems, Saint Son, you're looking to form an alliance with me."

"Exactly my intention," Ji Wuming admitted without pretense. "And I believe the Sect Master will find this proposition intriguing."

Cui Renwang raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Ji Wuming straightened up. "As far as I know, Mo Zhuer is still a virgin. The untouched Luoshen Physique—surely I don't need to elaborate on how rare and valuable that is.

Currently, Mo Zhuer has fallen into the hands of a man.

But rest assured, Sect Master. Women from the Western Regions are exposed to a particular toxin from a young age, applied to their undergarments. If that man has tried anything improper, he'd already have succumbed to the poison.

If the Sect Master assists me in killing that man, I'll help you capture Mo Zhuer. What do you think, Sect Master?"

Cui Renwang walked slowly, contemplating. After a long pause, he stopped. "It does sound like a good deal. But who is this man? Why do you want him dead?"

Ji Wuming chuckled. "To be honest, I don't know why I'm to kill him. It's a direct order from the sect leader. But as for the man's identity, I can share it with you.

He's none other than the imperial son-in-law of Wu Kingdom, the top scholar—Xu Ming."

"..." Cui Renwang narrowed his eyes. "You're asking me to make an enemy of the entire Wu Kingdom? That doesn't seem worth it."

Ji Wuming replied with confidence, "If the Sect Master agrees to join forces with me, I guarantee that no one will trace Xu Ming's death back to you. Furthermore..."

Ji Wuming clapped his hands, and an old servant by his side stepped forward, presenting a small vial.

Cui Renwang glanced at it. "And this is?"

Ji Wuming smiled. "This is a Joyful Elixir, obtained from the abbot of the Joy Temple. Once ingested, not even an immortal, let alone Mo Zhuer, could resist its effects."