The pair who had just drained the house servant of the Prince Mansion’s essence Qi licked their rosy, moist lips and didn’t even bother to throw on a sheer dress.
Stretching out their delicate arms like tender lotus roots from the compartnt where a shriveled corpse still lay, they lazily waved towards Wang Yuan.
In unison, the voices of the two won were as raspy and seductive as that of a cat:
"Oh, what a handso young lord this is, sowhat unfamiliar to our eyes.
Since it’s your first visit to Red Sleeve, why not let us sisters serve you together? For the price of one, you can enjoy the pleasure of two!"
The other "insatiable" prostitutes, not to be outdone, crowded around Wang Yuan.
In the Deceit Realm, the dissipated ghosts that were gnawed and chewed repeatedly by them had long since dried up and lost their taste.
How could they compare to fresh and delightful living people?
Moreover, other living people dragged into the tomb on this taboo day, while also abundant in Qi-Blood, even those Daoist Soldiers who were hot enough to scald one’s mouth, how many of them were this handso?
They pursued a al that was rich in color, aroma, and taste—what was wrong with that?
The green-eyed beauties seed desperate to devour Wang Yuan in all senses of "live flaying."
"Stop!"
As the won argued, a lodious yet imposing voice suddenly interrupted them.
A figure slowly descended from the stairway on the second floor.
The individual’s age was indiscernible, appearing at first to be in his fully ripe thirties but upon closer inspection, he might have been in the bloom of his late twenties, youthful and adorable.
His face was as bright as white jade, his deanor noble, and a white jade hairpin was tucked in his hair, draped in a white crane robe, exuding a cool aura, akin to a Kun Dao sect mber who had attained great cultivation.
Yet, amidst that purity from head to toe, only the tips of his bare feet, painted with fiery rouge, stood out like a proud red plum in the snow.
To the onlookers, it was as if witnessing a moving scene of "searching for plums in the snow," peerless among all, making one forget the mundane.
He seed to float close like a wisp of smoke.
Seeing the newcor, those green-eyed beauties finally forcibly suppressed the desire on their faces and unwillingly made way.
Bowing lightly to her, they collectively said:
"Amu!"
This stunning beauty, rather than being an Oiran, turned out to be the Madam of Red Sleeve.
She gave Wang Yuan an apologetic smile, her voice as refreshing as a mountain spring, cleansing his soul:
"This humble one is indeed the Madam of Red Sleeve, known as Woxue.
This young lord, my daughters lack sense, and perhaps they have made you laugh."
With the "Deceit Realm’s Ghost Festival" rules in place, Wang Yuan wasn’t afraid they would force themselves on him.
Only when breaking the precept taboo common in Red Sleeve and most brothels—engaging in a flesh for flesh trade—would they turn into a delicious al.
At this mont, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also marvelled.
It seed he had encountered an unusually understanding ghost among won? One that was so agreeable.
But before Wang Yuan could say thanks, she grabbed his hand.
Her eyes as cold as ice t his, and Woxue spoke the most embarrassing words in the calst tone:
"My daughters are all trained by my hands, and although each is outstanding, they lack a bit compared to .
Woxue is willing to offer herself without charge, to share a joyful ti with you."
Saying this, she secretly swallowed.
Bound by the killing rules of the Deceit Realm, no matter how desperate, they could not force themselves.
After all, they were just the remnants eaten by "Deceit," and not "Deceit" itself.
While Wang Yuan firmly controlled his own desires, he could only satiate his cravings through this free trial.
My daughters: ...
For a mont, this indeed let Wang Yuan experience the sensual treatnt that Wild Dog Daoist wrote about in his records.
Who could resist the temptation of sothing for nothing?
Just as Wang Yuan wrestled with his conscience.
Bang!
The door of Red Sleeve was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and two eunuchs from the Prince Mansion walked in, clapping their hands to interrupt the patrons’ pleasures.
Disregarding the indignant faces of everyone, they announced in shrill voices:
"The Prince decrees that tonight, during the Ghost Festival, one hundred like-minded individuals will be selected to participate in the ’Ghost Festival Lotus Banquet.’
At Nightfall (9 p.m), the banquet will be set in the Prince Mansion’s Lotus Garden for a celebratory feast on the joyous occasion of the Ghost Festival.
This ti.
Three hundred tokens had already been placed in various amusent places throughout Luoyang City, easily identifiable.
Whoever obtained any three of these by any ans would be eligible to attend the banquet.
After 9 p.m., those who had not attended the banquet would all beco blood als, and the city’s residents could freely enjoy them."
After speaking, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Wang Yuan, who was exceptionally conspicuous among the living, and then turned his head and left.
"Phew! Grandfather didn’t dig too deep a pit after all, finally letting wait clearly and cleanly for the ’ga hint’."
Only then did Wang Yuan put his heart back in his stomach.
Based on the experiences of his predecessors, despite being set against the backdrop of the Ghost Festival, this large-scale event called "Ghost Festival Grand Ceremony" differs every ti.
The ultimate goal was still to see Yili King’s original body at the banquet.
However, the location of the banquet varied each ti, and the "ga rules" were not always the sa.
For instance, when Duke Wang attended years ago, Yili King had just triggered a great flood, holding the "Flowing Cups Banquet" by the Luoshui River.
When Grandfather last attended, it was held on the tower of Luoyang City, known as the "Tower-Top Banquet."
This ti Wang Yuan entered, it turned out to be the "Lotus Banquet" held in the Prince Mansion.
Of course, other years certainly saw other forms of banquets, but no one who was swallowed by the Owl God Tomb afterwards lived to carry out the information.
No matter the form of the "banquet," the essence was always to brew that one cup of Immortality Wine during the "Killing Banquet"!
Using ignorant people, mortals, commoners, saints, and sages, these five categories of people as five grains, along with a ’Elixir’ of excellent Life Chart, one could brew a cup of Immortality Wine.
Every year on the anniversary of Yili King’s death, the revived Owl God Tomb would devour people extensively; the materials gathered over two hundred years were already more than sufficient.
But over the years, they had never been able to find a suitable Elixir.
This banquet that had repeated for two hundred years had yet to truly conclude.
"Next, the survivors only have two hours to collect three tokens to get the entry pass into the ’Lotus Banquet’.
If one does not attend, they beco a blood al.
Among those still alive, even if they do not know the ’Killing Banquet,’ they must certainly be scrambling to get inside."
"Strictly speaking, the Owl God Tomb, just a mont ago, was probably already severely injured and is relying on the rules inherent to various places in the Deceit Realm to kill people.
But that eunuch from the Prince Mansion seed to imply that when collecting the three tokens, one could either follow the amusent place’s own rules or disregard any rules and do whatever one wishes.
As soone ’of similar intent,’ one would follow Yili King’s steps to break free from the constraints of morality, rites, and laws.
For example: in a brothel conducting flesh business, dominate prostitutes; in a restaurant, dine and dash; murder in broad daylight, take another’s wife or daughters... Do all kinds of bold acts?"
Hiss!
Thinking this, Wang Yuan sharply lifted his head.
He saw that atop Woxue’s head, the White Jade Hairpin she wore suddenly emitted a halo of light, and vague chanting could be heard in his ears.
"Token!"
The Rashamon Bone on Master Ge’s body provided Wang Yuan with a Qi Fortune boost that lasted sufficiently.
This ti, his luck had been exceptionally good, consistently stabilizing at ’-1’.
Especially after the instigation of that eunuch, Wang Yuan nearly had the impulse to snatch the hairpin and run.
But before he could actually act, a shout ca from outside the door.
Wang Yuan turned his head and saw a dark figure dressed as a Tomb Guardian, carrying a brightly glowing respectable woman on his shoulder, madly running down the street.
This person clearly understood the eunuch’s hint, and as soone of mutual intent, naturally followed Yili King’s lead to snatch people directly in the street!
But he had only just run a few steps before a large crowd of passersby sward him, devouring him and the woman he carried cleanly.
This scene was also like a bucket of cold water waking Wang Yuan up.
"That’s right, this is it!
The entire Deceit Realm reeked of ’Small Book of Life and Death,’ with a code of conduct that matched perfectly.
Encouraging good deeds and being kind, but not enforcing it, as long as one could pay the price for evil acts!"
Breaking the rules would lead to retribution.
Unfortunately, not everyone had Yili King’s audacity to treat laws as nothing.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Yuan looked again at Woxue in front of him, who was even more beautiful than an oiran.
’Should I also just sacrifice a bit of charm according to the brothel’s rules?’
But the aura of Huang Wu from the Divine Skills, Soul Capturing and Spiritual Communication inside him fluctuated slightly, his expression suddenly beca stern, and he decisively refused Woxue’s tempting offer of free service.
"No, no, Miss Woxue!
As sweet as it is to freeload, that is wrong, please accept this!"
Without further ado, Wang Yuan then shoved the number two Rashamon Bone, which had once devoured an entire den of thieves, into the hands of the madam.
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