txolops Chapter 99 The music continues, the dance continues.
Chapter 99 The music continues, the dance continues.
The moment Han Xiaoliu stepped into Tianxing City again, he felt as if he had stepped from a cold and desolate battlefield into a paradise on earth.
Unlike the islands in the outer sea where cultivators are constantly facing attacks from monsters and battles between good and evil, and where everyone is on edge and on high alert, here there is no fear of uncertainty, but instead a dazzling prosperity and tranquility.
Free movement was permitted within the city, with various colored lights weaving like shooting stars between the towering buildings. On the covered bridge, the Star Palace's guards, clad in distinctive armor, patrolled, providing this megacity with a strong sense of security.
Mortals and low-level cultivators coexist harmoniously here, having long been accustomed to the magical techniques of immortals sweeping overhead. Shops line both sides of the street; on the left are pavilions selling weapon crafting, pill refining, and talisman making, while on the right are shops selling rare treasures such as spirit pets and formations.
The Fengle Auction House, known as the premier auction house in Tianxing City, and the White Gate Pavilion, the intelligence center, are bustling with activity, showcasing the confidence and extravagance of the Inner Star Sea Center.
In this bustling city, the place that caught Han Xiaoliu's attention the most was the Miaoyin Gate Market.
As night falls, a luxuriously decorated and dazzling pavilion stands in a corner of the market, with the three characters "Miaoyin Pavilion" on the plaque shining brightly in the night.
Various colorful lanterns hung around the pavilion, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. A faint fragrance permeated the air, accompanied by ethereal music that seemed to cleanse the soul, making one feel incredibly comfortable.
Outside the pavilion, seven or eight nuns from the Miaoyin Sect, dressed in light purple gauze dresses, stood in twos and threes by the door.
Each of them was beautiful and graceful, holding either a round fan or a flower branch in their hands, with a charming smile on their face.
Sweet, coquettish greetings rose and fell, accompanied by wafts of intoxicating fragrance, flying towards the passing male cultivators.
"Fellow Daoist, please come in and have a seat! Our Miaoyin Pavilion has recently welcomed several sisters skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; they are sure to delight you!"
"Senior, you look travel-worn. Why don't you come in, have a cup of spiritual tea, and listen to some music to relax?"
Amidst the warbling of orioles and the chirping of swallows, the myriad charms of the most beautiful sect in the Chaotic Star Sea are on full display.
In this sect that emphasizes grandeur and comfort, all the buildings are adorned with glazed tiles and white jade pillars, carved with dragons and phoenixes, and shrouded in celestial mist. Celestial birds occasionally fly by, making it resemble the palace where the Heavenly Emperor resides. Looking at this extravagant and luxurious scene before him, the gloom brought on by the war in Han Xiaoliu's heart was instantly swept away.
A charming smile played on his lips as he casually waved his folding fan, blending into the enchanting nightscape of Tianxing City.
"Miaoyin Sect... Bah! How can a gentleman be so blatant!" Han Xiaoliu quickly adjusted his words, reorganizing his speech: "Tianxing City, I'm back!"
After saying that, he plunged into the Miaoyin Sect market and skillfully wrapped his arms around the female cultivator's slender waist!
Han Xiaoliu stepped into Miaoyin Pavilion with Bubbles in tow, and was greeted by a refreshing and invigorating fragrance.
A middle-aged female cultivator, still possessing a graceful charm and dressed in a deep purple palace gown, approached. A shrewd smile played on her lips; she was the manager of this branch. "Greetings, young master. Please come inside."
She bowed slightly, her voice soft and charming, "These ladies, please take the young master to a private room for a short while and have a cup of spiritual tea."
Inside the private room, mist swirled, the walls were inlaid with warm jade carvings, and a glass lamp woven from thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk hung from the ceiling, casting a soft light like moonlight.
The ground was covered with a South China Sea silk carpet, which was silent when stepped on, yet faintly exuded spiritual energy. Han Xiaoliu leaned back in a wide chair carved from a single piece of blue phoenix wood, his robes half-open, his expression unrestrained.
He rested his left hand on the armrest, lazily picked up a Spirit Frost Grape with his right hand, and let the two female cultivators beside him peel the skin with their fingertips before gently feeding it to his lips.
Both women were dressed in sheer, flowing robes, their waists slender, their eyes sparkling with allure, yet they dared not overstep the bounds of propriety. At his feet, two other female priests knelt on soft cushions, their fingers gently massaging and massaging to soothe his muscles and bones.
They moved extremely lightly, even their breathing was kept very low, for fear of disturbing the "young master's" interest.
Looking at the scene before him, Han Xiaoliu slowly took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, gave a knowing smile, snapped his folding fan shut, and placed it on the table.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of confidence: "I'll perform all the shows! I'm going to play for three days and three nights!"
Bubble joined in, howling and screaming like a wolf!
Three days and three nights, without stopping!
The signs flashed wildly between the carved window frames. Han Xiaoliu, dressed in a moon-white long robe, held the guzheng upside down with one hand as his clothes fluttered, his fingertips striking the strings to produce deafening bass notes.
Bubbles followed closely behind, and the erhu unleashed a frenzy of electronic music that tore through the night sky. The sound of the suona further propelled the atmosphere to a frenzy.
The ethereal female cultivators all around, their skirts fluttering, created a bizarre and extravagant carnival with their singing and dancing.
The two moved as if they were in an empty space, frantically weaving and dancing intimately among the beauties, their wide robes and sleeves colliding with the bewitching dance steps to create an extreme sense of incongruity.
Ancient traditional string and wind instruments have been forcibly infused with the soul of modern disco, and every heavy beat has shattered a thousand years of elegance.
How can this be considered cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao?
It's clearly a cyberpunk party disguised in ancient costumes, swaying wildly in a time-space rift, exuding an extreme absurdity that makes your scalp tingle yet is irresistible.
Indeed, the bigger your heart, the bigger your stage!
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
A sharp, penetrating applause suddenly rang out, severing the frenzy that filled the room like a razor blade.
The female cultivators around them, who had been immersed in the demonic beat, suddenly awoke from their daze and stopped swaying, turning their gazes toward the source of the sound.
Only Han Xiaoliu and Paopao in the center of the field remained engrossed with their eyes closed, their hands flying wildly across the guzheng and erhu, as if they had completely sacrificed their souls to this absurd rhythm.
With a swift gesture from the steward outside the door, the female dancers retreated silently like a tide. In the vast space, two strikingly different figures shattered the light and shadow on the ground and slowly entered the room.
The woman on the left is tall and has a breathtakingly beautiful figure.
She wore a light and thin silk dress, and what was most eye-catching was her pair of long, beautiful legs covered in snow-white stockings.
The white silk stockings, resembling the purest mica from the Tianshan Mountains, clung tightly to her full and shapely legs, exuding an ultimate allure that seemed to speak volumes.
The edges of the stockings subtly accentuated the fullness of her flesh, and with each step she took, she seemed to exude a captivating, alluring fragrance.
Her eyes and brows exuded a myriad of charms, a hint of red at the corners of her eyes, and a languid smile on her lips. She radiated a mature and alluring sexiness.
The woman on the right, however, is the complete opposite.
She was dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit with an extremely narrow waist, outlining her cheetah-like, explosive physique. Her long black hair was tied high in a ponytail, revealing her smooth, full forehead and sharp jawline.
Her features were as if carved by a master craftsman, with her striking, sword-like eyebrows slanting upwards towards her temples, and her long, narrow phoenix eyes that held no warmth whatsoever, exuding an aloofness that kept people at a distance.
Her steps were steady, and although the long sword at her waist was not drawn, her fierce, murderous, heroic and aloof temperament had already transformed into a tangible sharpness, like a peerless sword tempered with ice, standing quietly in this decadent and absurd show.
Two beautiful figures stepped into the house one after the other; they were Long Kui and Lu Xueqi.
Longkui, hands behind her back, leaned closer to Han Xiaoliu, a sly smile gleaming in her eyes, and deliberately drew out her sweet voice: "Oh dear, young master, you're having so much fun! You've really gotten yourself into big trouble this time!"
Lu Xueqi, standing to the side, was dressed in a snow-white gown, exuding a cool and aloof aura.
She glanced at Long Kui with a calm expression, then cut to the point with a steady and capable voice like shattered jade striking ice: "Senior Hong Fu already knows that you are in Miao Yin Sect and has ordered you to return immediately."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoliu was so startled she almost bit her tongue, and took a half-step back in astonishment: "You...how did you know I came to Miaoyin Sect?!"
"Hmm—" Longkui tilted her head, like a little fox who had successfully stolen some fish, and proudly raised a finger and wagged it. "Scared now? Let me tell you the truth, the moment you stepped into the threshold of Miaoyin Sect, Senior Hongfu knew everything. We were all watching you from the shadows when you did something bad! Let's see if you dare to come again next time."
Seeing Han Xiaoliu's pale face, Lu Xueqi sighed helplessly and explained clearly, "It was Miss Ziling who received the message and relayed it to Senior Hongfu. Senior is currently furious, blaming you for returning to Tianxing City but not going home, instead coming to a place like this to seek pleasure. My sister and I came here specifically to inform you."
"What are we waiting for! Let's go, let's go back quickly! If we're late, we're really doomed!" Han Xiaoliu was so anxious that he jumped up and down, grabbing the sleeves of the two men and wailing with tears in his eyes, "You have to be my witnesses! I'm a law-abiding citizen, I absolutely haven't done anything wrong!"