Dark Immortal Cultivation

With a heavy heart and heavy steps, Zhang Qing walked toward the only inn in the village.

Xiaoshiji is not a large area, so even though he dawdled, he didn't spend much time getting to his destination.

Looking at the inn's open door, Zhang Qing felt as if it were the gaping maw of a ferocious beast.

I'll swallow myself whole, skin and bones!

But whether he sticks his neck out or not, he'll still get stabbed, and with no possibility of turning back, Zhang Qing gritted his teeth and went inside.

The inn has two floors. The fairly spacious lobby has a dozen or so tables, where a number of patrons are scattered around.

This is one of the few places for relaxation in the camp. When the lower-level cultivators are tired, they often come here to sit for a while, take out a few talisman coins, ask for a pot of turbid wine and half a plate of dried bean curd, and they can while away most of the day.

Or, a small gathering of three or five close friends, chatting fluently about everything under the sun, gossip, anecdotes, and other interesting stories, to relax and find joy even in hardship!

It can also be considered a place for exchanging gossip and information.

When the innkeeper saw Zhang Qing enter, he subconsciously frowned.

Zhang Qing was young, but his clothes were shabby and poor, and he also had an unpleasant odor emanating from him.

The storage bag hanging from his waist looks like it's for faking accidents!

The innkeepers had seen many poor, lowly monks like this; they had virtually no spending power and were experts at freeloading tea and drinks.

He immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Just as he was about to reprimand Zhang Qingliang, Zhang Qingliang produced a letter.

The magically imprinted emblem on the envelope caused the innkeeper's expression to change drastically!

His straight back instantly bent, and at the same time, he revealed a fawning smile: "Esteemed guest, your superior room is ready, please come in~"

The word "please" was pronounced loudly and drawn out, and it was spoken in a very authentic Los Angeles accent.

The patrons in the lobby turned their heads at the sound.

Zhang Qing nodded and followed the innkeeper to the innermost room on the second floor of the inn.

The innkeeper eagerly opened the door and said respectfully, "Sir, the hot water is ready. Would you like it brought up to you now?"

Zhang Qing secluded himself at home to refine the elixir, barely washing up. Coupled with the profuse sweating, he was already quite smelly.

Upon hearing the innkeeper's words, he immediately felt an itch all over his body.

Of course I agree.

While the waiter went to fetch hot water, Zhang Qing walked around the guest room.

This upper room is divided into a living room, bedroom and bathroom, and is fully furnished with all kinds of furniture and decorations. Although it is far from luxurious, it is definitely a first-class residence in the camp.

The sheets and blankets on the large bed in the bedroom were all new, and there was also a set of clothes neatly folded on the bed.

In response, Zhang Qing could only say that Senior Hu was very thoughtful!

However, even now, he still can't understand why this fox cultivator from the Hehuan Sect values ​​him so much.

Is his virginity really that valuable?

Forget it.

Zhang Qing didn't want to think about it anymore.

He only hoped that his first "customer" would go easy on him and not take too much.

Before long, two innkeepers brought hot water and poured it into the bathtub in the bathroom.

They also provided scented soap and bath towels.

After the waiter left the room, Zhang Qing closed the door, stripped himself naked, and jumped into the steaming hot bathtub.

He gave himself a thorough scrubbing in the bath.

After washing, a large bucket of clear water almost turned into black water.

After drying his hair and body and changing into new clothes, Zhang Qing, who was sitting back in the armchair, felt refreshed and invigorated.

Comfortable!

Before he could even fully appreciate it, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Zhang Qing shook his head, lazily stood up, and said, "Please come in."

What was bound to happen has finally happened!

The beautiful woman surnamed Hu from the Hehuan Gate entered gracefully and smiled sweetly at him.

Zhang Qing was slightly taken aback.

Could it be that it was this old ox or this old fox who wanted to eat the tender chicken?

Well, it's not impossible.

The next moment, a beautiful face with exquisite features peeked out from behind the woman surnamed Hu, her bright eyes looking at Zhang Qing with a shy and timid expression.

The beautiful woman surnamed Hu reached behind her and pulled out a girl in a white dress, introducing her as, "Young Master Zhang, this is my niece, Hu Meier."

what?

Zhang Qing was a little confused after making the wrong judgment.

The girl in the white dress gracefully curtsied and said, "Mei'er greets young master."

A white tail swayed gently behind her.

Zhang Qing returned the greeting in a daze.

"alright."

The beautiful woman surnamed Hu released her grip and said with a smile, "You two have a good chat, I'll be going now."

After saying that, she left the room and closed the door tightly.

Zhang Qing and Hu Meier exchanged a glance. The latter smiled, a faint blush rising on her pretty face. She lowered her head, clutching the hem of her skirt, and said, "This humble servant is a first-time bride; please be gentle, young master."

Her soft, sweet voice was like a gentle breeze brushing against Zhang Qing's ears.

What a beautiful white lotus in this dark and turbid world!

Only the swaying fox tail behind her kept Zhang Qing, who was about to become delirious, from the last shred of consciousness.

He forced a smile and replied, "Same here, same here."

It got dark.

As night slowly fell, black fog silently swept across the wilderness, invading Xiaoshiji.

The lights inside were turned off.

In the sky, sometimes one or two stars fall into the long river, or pierce the dark night, trailing red and white light.

Its movements can be raging, chaotic, plummeting, or sweeping across, occasionally trembling, adding a fiery hue to the sky and bringing forth brilliant light from the darkness.

Or several stars may fall at once, shattering the silence of the night sky, leaving the sky filled with stars, creating a moment of chaos and confusion.

Occasionally, a giant star stretches across the corner of the sky, its long tail hanging in the air, scattering starlight, its color changing from crimson to gold.

In its final leap, it suddenly burst into a radiant glow of ecstasy, shining brightly in the corners of the sky, as if piercing through countless layers of darkness, letting in a sliver of milky light, which lingered for a moment.

As the last rays of light faded and the darkness subtly receded, the stars returned to their places.

The long night passed quietly.

Its daybreak.

In the bedroom, Hu Meier, who had just changed into a dress, lowered her head and smiled faintly. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her lips, then reached into the quilt, pulled out a white handkerchief with plum blossom decorations, and put it into the purse hanging at her waist.

Immediately afterwards, she hung a goldfish-shaped pouch at the head of the bed and said to Zhang Qing, who was lying on the bed, "Please take care, young master. I'll take my leave first."

Zhang Qing nodded weakly.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his face pale and his eyes unfocused, his bloodless lips trembling slightly.

He was completely devoid of energy and spirit, and felt utterly empty.

At first, Zhang Qing thought he was going to drive an old A8, but he ended up with a new A4.

He felt a secret joy in his heart.

This was a good deal.

However, one cannot judge a book by its cover, nor can one make assumptions about a fox.

Zhang Qing never expected that the new A4 would be so ruthless.

It completely drained him!

After a long while, Zhang Qing managed to regain some of his strength.

He opened the data panel to take a look.

Physical Strength: 0.6

[Soul: 1.8]

Martial Arts Skill: 0.3

[Spellcast: 0.7]

[Powerful: 0.0]

Everything can be enhanced.

咝～

Zhang Qing couldn't help but gasp.

After painstakingly refining a superior-grade Vitality Pill, his Physique attribute increased from 0.7 to 1.2.

As a result, not only did it return to square one overnight, but it also dropped by another 0.1.

Too bad!

Zhang Qing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Oh my god!

Feeling utterly disheartened, he lay there for a long time before struggling to get up.

The next moment, a goldfish bag hanging by the bedside caught Zhang Qing's eye.

His eyes lit up immediately.

The dark circles under his eyes have faded considerably.