Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing hissed softly, feeling a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, as if her whole body was about to burst into flames. She couldn't help but turn her head and glare at him.

This little yellow dragon did it on purpose.

Xie Weixing's usually nonchalant peach blossom eyes lost their casualness and took on a hint of anger. Her ears turned red, and even when she was angry, there was still an indelible warm hue in the corners of her eyes.

Tan Suiting's eyelids twitched slightly.

[Feel my dad's dominant energy]

[Suddenly, I'm hallucinating about a bewitching concubine and a tyrant. Xie Weixing is lying in the dragon's arms like a little Daji who brings ruin to the country. The dragon is quite lucky with women.]

[Your Highness, spare me!]

[Xie Weixing, are you getting married?]

"Let's go," Yu Xintang said, her ears turning red.

There are still young children among them.

Just as she was about to get up, Yu Xintang suddenly felt a little dizzy and her lower abdomen felt hot.

?

Shen Chunri sensed something was wrong, picked up the wine glass next to him, smelled it, and frowned slightly: "There's that...you know, Huanyu grass, in this. It has an aphrodisiac effect, but not much. Did you all drink it?"

Everyone: ...

"You drank it," Xie Weixing said in a flat tone. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I didn't drink it," Shen Chunri said, bewildered, tossing each of them a pill. "Eat it."

After taking the medicine, they recovered.

Tan Suiting and Xie Weixing were alright, but Yu Xintang and Nie Zhao's faces were noticeably more flushed.

"That's not right," Shen Chunri suddenly frowned, "The effects of Huanyu Grass are related to the dosage. It's only less effective for those who have already experienced sexual intercourse. You're all drinking the same amount, so why aren't Xiaotan and Xiaoshui blushing?"

Xie Weixing: ...

Tan Suiting touched his eyebrows with the back of his finger and said, "I am from the Taixu Realm."

"What did he say?" Yu Xintang pointed to Xie Weixing, "He's at the same level as me, mid-Nascent Soul Realm."

"Tell me the truth," Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow, "Xie Xiaoshui, have you already ruined any innocent young men?"

Xie Weixing felt a pang of guilt and cleared his throat: "Nonsense."

Shen Chunri pressed on, narrowing his eyes: "Then how do you explain this?"

"What's there to explain?" Xie Weixing pushed her away and started to lie. "I only drank a little. You yourself said that quantity determines effect. Yu Xintang and Senior Sister acted like they had never drunk alcohol before. They chug several cups as soon as they sat down, while I only had a sip."

Shen Chunri blinked.

That seems to make sense?

"Besides," Xie Weixing said, his tone becoming increasingly confident and assertive as he saw he had the upper hand, "Isn't it true that I'm naturally resolute?"

Nie Zhao looked at him and sneered, "You'd better shut up."

The moans and gasps from the platform grew increasingly blatant. The group got up, intending to leave through the back door.

"What's so great about it?" a male voice rang out. "Who has any proof?"

Most of the patrons of Wushan Tower were women, and when they suddenly heard a man's voice, they instinctively paused in their steps.

"Everyone's dead, the roster's gone, fine. Is that all the evidence we have to prove? It just made us get punished by the Chief Judge," the voice said indignantly. "If I find out who messed things up, I'll break their legs."

A roster? A judge? Evidence?

Xie Weixing put his finger to his lips, signaling the others to quiet down and not make any noise.

"However, that register is indeed lost. The person died in the mountains outside the city, and their whereabouts are unknown. We also don't know who took it," another person spoke up, lowering their voice. "Could it be... someone from the Nie family?"

"So what if it is? Anyway, that sickly Shen is dead. Someone's taken the blame. At worst, we can seek revenge at the Blood Moon Hall. Who can find us then?"

The group exchanged glances.

Someone from Bei Yusi?

Xie Weixing licked his lips and mouthed: How is your cultivation level?

Tan Suiting squinted and shook his head: I don't know.

If you don't know the details, then you shouldn't act rashly.

Xie Weixing glanced at Shen Chunri and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The latter paused for a moment, her green eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

*

"The Master is far away in Qingzhou, how could he possibly care about the affairs of Chidi?" The man waved his hand. "Although we were punished this time, the higher-ups still intend to give us important positions."

As the group was chatting happily, the door hinges turned with a very soft sound, and the door to the private room was gently pushed open, revealing a slender figure walking in.

The man in the lead's eyes lit up.

Most women in Nanchuan are tall, beautiful, and domineering; it's rare to see a woman with such a slender figure and petite frame.

Shen Chunri wore a light-colored silk skirt, the fabric of which was light and smooth. The cuffs and hem of the skirt were embroidered with delicate silver thread intertwined flowers. Her green hair was tied up and secured with a small silver hairpin. A few strands of hair fell down to her temples, highlighting her beautiful profile.

Several people were drawn to her, and they all cast glances at her, intentionally or unintentionally.

Shen Chunri dutifully refilled the wine bottles and then began serving the group some snacks.

Those bastards, we're not afraid they won't take action.

The two men exchanged a glance, drank their drinks, and deliberately raised their hands.

With a soft thud, Shen Chunri lost her grip on the plate, and all the pastries in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Her face was filled with fear, and she quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm so sorry... Sir, I'll get you a new one right away."

"You clumsy little maid, how can you do things like this?"

"I'm sorry..." Shen Chunri squatted down and hurriedly tidied up the things on the ground.

Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder.

"It's nothing, the young lady just made a small mistake," the man smiled. "Are you a maid from Wushan Tower?"

Shen Chunri's pearl earrings swayed with her movements, and she looked somewhat fearful: "...Yes."

"You don't look like someone from Nanchuan," the man asked. "Where are you from?"

Shen Chunri swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes: "I...I'm a snake woman who was sold from Yanzhou to be a slave."

As she finished speaking, her emerald green vertical pupils flickered slightly, revealing a delicate and innocent charm.

The people in the room exchanged glances, their eyes revealing genuine greed and desire.

"How about this, you sit down and have a couple of drinks with us," the man said. "You don't need to pay for these pastries. If you do a good job, I'll redeem you from this Wushan Tower, and you'll never have to be a slave again. What do you say?"

"Really?" Shen Chunri's eyes trembled, as if she had been struck by an immense surprise. "Thank you, thank you so much, benefactor."

The man was pleased with her reaction and patted the bench next to him: "Sit down."

The group drank and ate, and then started chatting.

Shen Chunri stood beside her, quietly refilling her wine cup. Whenever someone mentioned her, she would lower her eyes and purse her lips, exuding a girlish shyness and charm.

Anyone who knows her and sees this is likely to die.

Someone like Xie Weixing, whose birth chart is weak, will have nightmares for a month after just one look at him. He will need to drink talisman water and have someone perform a shamanic ritual to get better.