txolops Chapter 60 I'm a very ordinary person!
Chapter 60 I'm a very ordinary person!
After a cup of tea
As the music ended, its lingering notes echoed, and the stewardess, with graceful steps, followed by five stunningly beautiful female cultivators, entered the private room.
These five were all carefully selected bewitching cultivators from the Miaoyin Pavilion—their skin was like solidified cream, flawless as white jade; their eyes were captivating and brimming with charm.
Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, yet it accentuated her full breasts and rounded hips. As she walked, her skirt swayed slightly, her curves rising and falling like layered mountains, each step seemingly touching the very tip of one's heart.
Their lips curved into smiles, their eyes held a hidden fire, and their entire being exuded a mature charm, as if they were not there to perform, but to bewitch.
Han Xiaoliu sat on the soft couch, his eyes like hooks, scanning from left to right and back again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his heart already bursting with joy.
With a wave of his hand, he pointed at two of them with an air of grandeur: "You two, go and serve my spirit pet. Take it for a bath first, and you'll have to take care of it personally."
Upon hearing this, the two female cultivators were not annoyed at all. Instead, they exchanged a smile, raised their eyes slightly, and cast a charming and alluring glance at each other.
They bowed sideways, their movements supple and graceful. With a twist of their waists, their full breasts trembled slightly, and their hips swayed gently, revealing their exquisite curves to the fullest.
Han Xiaoliu felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and a warm liquid almost gushed out. He quickly tilted his head back to suppress it, roaring inwardly: "Holy crap! They've used their ultimate abilities! No basic attacks! Who can withstand this?!"
Only after the two "fairies" bent down and picked up the spirit pet Bubble, whose eyes were squinted and whose face was full of smirk, and swayed gracefully into the inner room, did Han Xiaoliu slowly exhale and turn to look at the remaining three people on the stage.
The three still stood in a row, their red lips slightly parted, their eyes like silk, their clothes fluttering lightly, like three vivid and alluring human weapons.
"Come on, babies!" Han Xiaoliu grinned, a sly glint in his eyes. "Get moving!"
Before he could finish speaking, a long wolf howl, "Awoo—", burst from his throat, causing the gauze curtain to tremble slightly.
The head housekeeper curtsied politely, quietly withdrew, and gently closed the door, shutting out the noisy world inside.
The private room was instantly filled with singing and dancing, fragrant breezes, and decadent music.
Outside the door, the smile on the manager's face had long since faded.
With a furrowed brow and a grave expression, she strode quickly through the noisy corridor and headed straight for the depths of the back garden.
The courtyard in front of Miaoyin Pavilion was bustling with music and bright lights, but this place was as quiet as a paradise.
A cobblestone path winds through the bamboo grove, moonlight filters through the sparse shadows, a clear spring murmurs, and occasionally a nightingale sings softly.
A refined pavilion is hidden deep among flowers and trees, with a plain gauze lantern hanging from the eaves, its dim light reflecting the three characters "Tinglan Residence".
In the courtyard, a beautiful woman was leaning against a table, flipping through account books.
She had dignified features and a calm demeanor. Her moon-white dress was spotless, and her hair was loosely tied up with only a jade hairpin, which made her appear even more elegant and reserved.
Seeing the steward rushing over, she closed the ledger, looked up, and asked, "How was it? Was there anything special about the person Xiaohe mentioned?"
The stewardess bowed and lowered her voice considerably: "That person... is truly strange. He clearly looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, yet he already possesses the cultivation of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage! What's even stranger is that he shows absolutely no interest in those innocent and naive young girls, but specifically requests mature women who practice seductive arts... His mannerisms and speech are far more sophisticated than a boy's, more like..." She paused, her voice almost whispering, "...like a seasoned lover, even... excessively so."
"Possession?" Zhou Yuan's heart skipped a beat, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the ledger, the thought flashing through her mind.
Her expression darkened slightly, and alarm bells rang in her mind: if this person truly possessed an old monster and was reborn in a child's body, then she should never befriend him. But if he was merely precocious... then cooperation might not be impossible.
Forget it, let's just do the transaction before we figure out the other party's background! If something goes wrong, there'll still be room for maneuver!
After a moment's thought, she raised her eyes, her tone calm yet unquestionable: "Everything as before. Serve him well, and try your best to satisfy his every need. But do not try to curry favor with him, and above all, do not divulge any secrets of the chamber."
"Yes." The steward bowed and withdrew.
Just then, a purple figure flew out of the house like a butterfly.
A little girl was wearing a light purple gauze dress, barefoot, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, bright, star-like eyes, rosy cheeks, and lips like rouge.
She threw herself into Zhou Yuan's arms, hugged her waist, tilted her little face up, and pleaded in a sweet, childish voice, "Mommy~ play with me!"
It was Wang Ning, who was about five years old at the time—the future Zi Ling, who would become famous throughout the chaotic starry sea and be hailed as the "Number One Beauty".
She's also the person Han Xiaoliu has been longing for! He wishes he could prick her with a needle and draw some blood from her!
At this moment, she had no idea how turbulent her fate would become.
She was just a cheerful and playful girl with snow-white skin and a faint cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She possessed an innate charm, as if she were blessed by the spirit of heaven and earth.
The frost in Zhou Yuan's eyes vanished, replaced by a gentle warmth like spring water.
She bent down to pick up her daughter, gently rubbed her forehead against Xiao Zi Ning's nose, affectionately "sticking" it together, and said softly, "Okay, what does my little Ning'er want to play? Mother will play with you."
The night breeze swept through the bamboo grove, dispersing the perfume and fragrance of cosmetics from the front yard.
Inside Tinglan Residence, only the mother and daughter whispered and the clear spring gurgled, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Meanwhile, in a private room in the distance, Han Xiaoliu was surrounded by three fragrant breezes, his eyes glazed with intoxication, completely unaware that he had already been added to the list of "possessed monsters" in the mind of a shrewd woman.
As soon as the female steward reached the door of the private room, she saw a group of people gathered around the window and the crack in the door, standing on tiptoe and peeking out, pointing and whispering. Their faces flushed red and then turned pale. Some covered their mouths and snickered, while others stared blankly.
"What are you all doing? You have no manners at all! Disperse now!" she shouted sternly, her voice carrying the authority of a direct disciple of the Left Envoy of the Miaoyin Sect.
The crowd scattered like startled birds, scrambling away. Several female cultivators even tripped and fell, their faces turning as red as if they could bleed, but they dared not look back.
They looked like a group of primary school students who were secretly reading forbidden books in a private school, and their faces showed both shame and panic when the teacher suddenly pushed the door open.
The head nun frowned and stepped forward, wondering to herself: Could it be that some distinguished guest has encountered some mishap in their room? But as she lifted a corner of the beaded curtain and peeked inside—
In an instant, she froze on the spot.
In the center of the private room, several female disciples of the Miaoyin Sect, dressed in gossamer-thin gowns, were wildly twisting their waists and swinging their long sleeves to the rhythm of an unprecedented, intensely rhythmic medley of drums and strings.
What's most arousing is that their chests heave like waves, their hips sway like snakes, and with each tremor, a spiritual energy seems to ripple out, condensing into wisps of alluring fragrance in the air, lingering and never dissipating.
This isn't a dance! Why is it so exaggerated!
The steward's heart pounded wildly. He felt a surge of heat rush from his dantian to the top of his head, his cheeks burned, and even his ears felt like they were on fire.
She was originally a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, and had seen too many exciting scenes. Her temperament was usually quite calm, but at this moment, even her breathing became disordered. Her dance seemed to be in harmony with some kind of seductive technique, and every tremor of her skin precisely aroused the most secret desires deep in the souls of the viewers—no one, male or female, could escape it.
"What... what kind of dance is this? Such a domineering and seductive effect!" she murmured to herself, her eyes fixed on the undulating curves, her throat bobbing as she couldn't help but swallow.
At first she was puzzled: Although Miaoyin Sect entered the path of Taoism through music and dance, it has always emphasized "refined elegance and restraint, using sound to captivate the soul". When has it ever had such a... unrestrained dance style?
But the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong—not wrong, but too right!
This dance may seem vulgar, but it actually hides a secret. Every tremor of the chest stirs up a hint of lust; every twist of the waist and hips evokes a captivating desire.
If the disciples of the sect practice the "Bone-Softening Tune" from the "Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Demon," this dance can be so captivating that people will be willing to give up all their spirit stones and resources!
"If this dance were to be promoted throughout the Miaoyin Sect..." she thought rapidly, "those lecherous old men who have been eyeing our female cultivators for years, even those Core Formation stage monsters, would probably fight tooth and nail to get into the private rooms! The entrance fee alone would increase tenfold! Not to mention the after-effects..."
Thinking of this, her heart raced, and she almost burst out laughing.
Just then, her gaze fell on the corner of the private room—a young man was leaning back on a soft couch, one hand supporting his chin, the other holding a wine cup, a lazy smile on his lips. His actions seemed to be flirting with his disciple, exuding a seductive charm, but his eyes only showed appreciation and a hint of comfortable indulgence.
Even more outrageous, he would occasionally snap his fingers to direct the rhythm: "You on the left, shake faster! Yes, that wave shape! You on the right, lower your waist by three inches, don't worry about showing too much—you're wearing robes anyway, they won't actually fall down! Show more of your white skin!"
The steward's pupils suddenly contracted.
This young man appears to be a seasoned connoisseur of pleasure, yet he never actually gets intimate with anyone, only seeking fleeting enjoyment. These disciples, it seems, are beneath his notice!
She had initially suspected that some outer disciple might have gone astray, but now she was absolutely certain—
This is hardly the innocent young man I've always imagined.
This is clearly an old lecher disguised as a young man!
Or perhaps he's the kind of top-tier connoisseur who's seen it all, experienced it all, and can even deconstruct the art of seduction in reverse!
The steward took a deep breath, suppressed the restless spiritual energy within his body, quietly took a step back, and gently lowered the beaded curtain.
She didn't say anything, nor did she stop it.
Instead, he turned and strode away, whispering instructions to the maid beside him as he went: "Go, cancel all the reservations for today. From now on, this private room will be reserved exclusively for 'Young Master Han.' Also... go and invite Left Envoy Fan."