Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

Zhuang Weiyang stopped the servant who wanted to report, leaned against the door, and waited for Bo Pi's insightful remarks.

He wanted to hear what theories this old lecher had.

Bo Pi did not disappoint Zhuang Weiyang. He put down his wine cup and slowly said:

"Men are like trees, and women are like vines that grow around them."

Bo Pi paused briefly after speaking.

Everyone looked on with puzzled expressions.

Zhuang Weiyang was no exception.

I came here to hear dirty jokes, your analogy is too serious.

"You young people are like newly sprouted saplings. Although you cannot withstand the sucking of many vines, if your roots are healthy, you can naturally benefit from both old and new vines."

"Someone like me, in my twilight years, with all my hair and beard turned white, is like an old tree..."

Tang Xu, with his arm around the girl, loudly echoed in the crowd.

"Lord Dazai, this tree can only provide shelter when it is old! There is no need for you to be so modest."

Bo Pi looked smug and gestured with his hand to signal the students below to calm down.

"This tree is old, so it can only support a few vines now."

"Furthermore, the bark of an old tree is wrinkled; if it encounters an old vine, wouldn't the sawdust fall off in a flurry when it gets entangled with it?!"

"That's why old trees need new vines and tender vines!"

As he spoke, Bo Pi picked up his wine cup with a rather smug look and took a sip.

The students at the banquet suddenly understood the deeper meaning and looked enlightened.

Acquaintances whispered among themselves, winked and made faces, and groped the beauties beside them.

His demeanor made it seem as if he were imparting Buddhist teachings to his students.

Zhuang Weiyang, standing at the door, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This dirty joke is pretty good.

Sorry, it's mine now.

The servant standing to the side had put away all his expressions the moment he entered the room.

As soon as Bo Pi finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward and whispered in Bo Pi's ear.

Bo Pi's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to beckon Zhuang Weiyang, who was in the distance, to come over.

"Weiyang! Come, come, come!"

"I've long heard of your great name, Zhuang Weiyang. Meeting you today, I can confirm you are indeed a young hero!"

Zhuang Weiyang was naturally not intimidated.

Confucius, who was in the third realm, had already met him. So what was there to fear about Bo Pi, who was in the second realm of politics?

Zhuang Weiyang clasped her hands in a gesture of respect, saying nothing, waiting for Bo Pi to speak.

Bo Pi pinched the beauty next to him, then withdrew his hand amidst her giggles and clapped softly.

"Guards! Bring them all up!"

As the applause subsided, in a side room of the banquet hall, a servant named Yin Zhe led eight "young girls" to Zhuang Weiyang.

"Weiyang, these are all things I specially left for you!"

Bo Pichong and Zhuang Weiyang revealed an ambiguous smile.

"I had long heard that Zhuang Weiyang was a master in this field, so I specially reserved a few rare girls for Weiyang to choose from."

"Weiyang, take your pick!"

Zhuang Weiyang: "..."

Who is ruining my reputation?!

Zhuang Weiyang was indignant, but it was too late...

We have to choose the people first.

Playing along, just going through the motions.

Zhuang Weiyang looked up and glanced at the eight girls, her heart filled with surprise.

Good heavens, Bo Pi really went all out!

Eight girls stood in a row, each with her own unique charm, and Zhuang Weiyang was momentarily dazzled.

These girls were not "snow-white" and did not have much nudity.

He was captivated by the unique charm of these young women.

Two of them had fox ears and wore leather skirts around their waists, giving them a distinctly exotic look.

There were two others, dressed in coarse cloth, with a few faint blue scales visible on their chests.

Four of these eight girls are actually first-level demons!

There are two methods for cultivating among all the demons in the world.

Some devour blood to strengthen their physical bodies; others attract moonlight to comprehend the universe.

Regardless of the method of cultivation, once one reaches a certain level, one can break free from the limitations of the demonic body and transform into a human form.

This was also the first time Zhuang Weiyang had seen a demon race from the First Realm, and she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Bo Pi, beaming with pride, introduced:

"Our Wu Kingdom decisively defeated the Yue Kingdom, and the King of Wu thus broke through to the third rank, making us a true hegemon in this grand scheme!"

"The surrounding demons, upon hearing of my King Wu's breakthrough, have all come to submit."

"Among them, the fox clan and the green snake clan are the most ingenious, offering up several first-realm demonesses in exchange for the protection of my King Wu."

"These four are the ones I, Bo Pi, obtained from the Crown Prince!"

Zhuang Weiyang couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

This Bo Pi really has a grand gesture!

This enchantress is definitely a treasure!

Of course, it's not just about looks.

Unlike humans, it may take several years for a single demon to reach the highest level.

In previous years, these two tribes struggled to survive at the border between Wu and Yue.

These days, they're actually spending such a huge amount of money to pay protection fees.

The four enchantresses, seeing Bo Pi introduce himself in this way, did not feel offended at all, and all began to pose and flirt.

The two fox-women twirled their fox ears, their peach-blossom eyes blinking incessantly, exuding a pure yet alluring charm.

The remaining snake women, not to be outdone, stuck out their tongues with a haughty expression...

Zhuang Weiyang was greatly surprised.

Holy crap! Is it really that long?

Unlike humans, demons are governed by the principle of the strong being respected, especially those of the first-tier demon race.

What are benevolence, righteousness, integrity, and shame? Can you even eat them?

Zhuang Weiyang resolutely said no to temptation.

He's very self-aware.

They're going to such lengths to win over one of their "military cultivators".

In the future, wouldn't I have to sacrifice my life, even to the point of death?

"Lord Dazai, I am not particularly interested in these demonic and evil creatures."

Before Bo Pi could speak, the crowd below began to murmur.

"Lord Dazai! Miyo is unwell, but I am fine!"

"Yes, Lord Dazai, what do you think of me?"

Bo Pi ignored the commotion from his men and waved his hand, sending the four demons back to the side hall.

Then, he continued to introduce the remaining four people to Zhuang Weiyang.

"Weiyang... what do you think of these two Yue women? Although they haven't entered the Dao, their sword dance is quite beautiful..." As he spoke, Bo Pi pointed his finger at the girl.

The person he pointed to would take a step forward, as if he wanted Zhuang Weiyang to see more clearly.

"And this one, I adopted and trained her since she was a child, she is proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"He hasn't met many men."

Before Bo Pi could finish his introduction, Zhuang Weiyang pointed directly to the last person.

"Lord Bo Pi, I think this gentleman is quite suitable; he can keep me company while I drink."

Bo Pi looked surprised and confirmed again:

"Weiyang, is this really the only one?"

"Yes, Lord Dazai, I am face-blind and cannot distinguish between beauty and ugliness."

"Students seek out women they like based solely on their feelings."

Zhuang Weiyang, her face full of certainty, stretched out her finger and pointed firmly at the last person.

Sigh, it's not face blindness, it's clearly a result of being forced by life...

Two Yue women, dressed in leather armor, with their fragrant shoulders and slender arms exposed, were quite eye-catching.

Normally, the singing girls that the prince would bring to entertain with drinks would be dressed like this, and Zhuang Weiyang would have to choose between two of them.

But these two are clearly not ordinary people—

The two men moved with a powerful and swift movement, clearly possessing martial arts skills.

She had a graceful figure and expressive eyes, but her gaze held a hint of despair.

This is definitely a hot potato.

After you make your choice, whether you'll be drinking or getting your kidneys squeezed is anyone's guess.

And that precious singer I've been training since she was little.

Her eyes were ethereal, like a fawn's.

If you get it, it'll be a huge problem!

From now on, we must not blindly follow Bo Pi's lead.

Zhuang Weiyang remained calm, secretly admiring her own quick wit.

If it were someone else, they would have succumbed to temptation long ago.

Seeing Zhuang Weiyang's unwavering resolve, Bo Pi's face showed a conflicted expression.

A familiar voice came from one corner of the banquet hall.

"Weiyang, I think this Yue woman is quite nice; you should choose her!"

"The songs of the Yue women are the best way to add to the festivities!"

Following the sound, Zhuang Weiyang saw a familiar face in the corner.

Zhang Zezhong!

I consider you a friend, so why are you pushing me into a fire pit?

Zhuang Weiyang remained expressionless, shook her head, and looked as if to say that this was a misconception.

"Zezhong, you know that I, Zhuang Weiyang, dislike folk songs."

Then, Zhuang Weiyang turned around and bowed to Bo Pi.

"Lord Dazai, let's choose this young lady."

"Wei Yang is thirsty. Please allow me to go down and have a few drinks to quench my thirst, Lord Dazai."

Seeing Zhuang Weiyang's unwavering resolve, Bo Pi looked troubled and waved his hand, saying:

"Ah, this must be fate!"

"This is my niece, not a singer. She is here simply to help out and discipline the servant for his mistakes."

"Since Weiyang is so certain, I can't force this marriage apart."

As she spoke, the pretty girl next to her blushed deeply.

She took small steps to Zhuang Weiyang's side, standing close to her as if she wanted to snuggle into her arms.

Zhuang Weiyang: ?

Zhuang Weiyang's smile froze, and she slowly turned her head to look at Zhang Zezhong in the corner.

Zhang Zezhong shrugged, his hands trembling like a bear.

Dude, there's no saving him.