Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

I wandered aimlessly along Sweetwater Street.

He was dressed smartly, even his hair was neatly combed, and he had put together a nice outfit. He held a folding fan and flicked it lightly, looking dashing and debonair.

There's a saying that clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. Lu Cheng used to be a sporty, blond-haired PE student, but after dressing up a bit, he looks more like a wealthy young master from a well-to-do family.

Walking along Sweetwater Street, looking left and right, he had been here for three consecutive days. He pretended to observe the brothels nearby, and would occasionally whistle and tease the girls at the door. He would take the initiative to strike up a conversation, and with just a few words, he would make the girls laugh out loud.

Trivia.

All his expenses on Sweetwater Street these past few days have been covered by the Demon Suppression Bureau.

"This kid hasn't learned any other skills, but he's integrated into the Demon Suppression Division pretty quickly. Look at him, neither of us brothers are as proficient as him."

Two people were hiding behind the bricks and tiles on a high floor of the building, watching Lu Cheng, who was harassing a brothel woman, and couldn't help but complain.

"A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. There's nothing to say about how we've ended up like this; it's our fault for not handling things properly."

"How could we be pinned on such a huge incident last time? None of the problematic corpses passed through our hands; it's obvious someone was an inside man. Otherwise, how could the corpses not have been detected? Now, after being suspended for almost a month, we finally get a job protecting this spoiled brat. Damn it!"

He couldn't help but swear, but his seemingly calm companion immediately reached out and covered his mouth to silence him.

The two people observing quietly from the rooftop were one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

The tall, thin man was named Hou Feng, and the short, fat man was named Zhu Wen. Both of them previously belonged to Zhennan Pass. In addition to supporting the cultivators on the border, they were also responsible for monitoring the corpses sent into the city to ensure that they would not spread the plague or cause any disaster.

The last case of the demonic energy in Jingnan resulted in the dismissal of all the officials in charge of supervision at Zhennan Pass, and even the guards were interrogated one by one. Naturally, they were no exception. Even though it was not their fault, they still lost their positions.

For a whole month, they were in a vacuum, neither assigned any tasks nor given any important positions. Even though the investigation results showed that the two brothers had nothing to do with it, it still ruined their careers.

"Don't be impatient. Complaining won't help now that things have come to this. Just do your job well. I heard that he reached the initial stage of cultivation in less than half a month. He must be a useful talent. Otherwise, Lord Huang wouldn't value him so much."

"A capable person?"

Upon hearing this, Hou Feng reacted as if he had heard a joke.

"Old Zhu, look at this kid. He goes to brothels first thing every morning. Even though it's a task given by his superiors, he spends several hours there every day. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Instead of going to the brothel to see that madam every day, he's going door-to-door looking for girls, and the worst part is he's spending our salaries! It's the money we got after the last company-wide punishment, and you're telling me this is some useful talent?"

"You're only at the initial stage of cultivation at eighteen? I started cultivating at ten and entered the initial stage at fifteen. Why don't you say I'm also a capable person? You've only been cultivating for ten days. I guess only an honest person like you would believe that."

"If this kid manages to successfully form his core, I'll do a handstand and swallow two hundred pounds of excrement, then bury my head in a latrine and choke to death!"

He became more and more excited as he talked, especially when he saw Lu Cheng using the money that the Demon Suppression Division had deducted from their wages to play with girls. He almost couldn't help but throw a spell at him.

In contrast, Zhu Wen, who was of similar height and weight, was quite calm. Although he looked a bit greasy, he was composed. He noticed that Lu Cheng always picked up different girls on Sweetwater Street and never talked about "Drunken Spring Pavilion," pretending to be a powerful nouveau riche.

"The fish has taken the bait."

"Um?"

Hou Feng immediately stopped talking while venting his emotions.

These two brothers are definitely top-notch in Jingnan City. Both of them are at the third realm, which means they are cultivators who have condensed their true essence. Their spiritual energy has solidified and has a physical form. Although they have not yet reached the level of Golden Core or Silver Core, they are still quite formidable fighters.

Holding their breath, they quickly watched as a somewhat haggard-looking woman emerged from the Drunken Spring Pavilion, her eyes filled with gloom.

"They're here."

Lu Cheng silently recited in his heart.

The person walking behind them clearly carried the scent of vengeful spirits and corpse oil, indicating that they must have performed many rituals in the past, and their bodies were probably tainted with the blood of several people.

But he remained unfazed, gently waving his folding fan with a confident smile. The women of the night on the roadside were completely captivated by him, laughing heartily and reaching out their hands to grab Lu Cheng and take him to their apartment building for some fun.

"Oh, young lady, what are you doing? I, Lu, have been through countless flowers, yet not a single petal has clung to me."

"Oh~ Could it be that you don't like Qiao'er? We have plenty of girls in our establishment for you to choose from."

"That's not right. It's precisely because it suits my taste that I can't go in easily. I have several acres of fertile land at home that are waiting for me to come home every day and cultivate them. If I were to work here and end up with a sore back, I'm afraid I'd get a beating from my mother tonight."

He laughed heartily, his movements graceful. Noticing the person behind him getting closer, he naturally took out a piece of silver from his waist and stuffed it into the hand of the prostitute.

"Oh dear, young master, what are you doing? You can't accept a reward without having done anything right!"

Her little hands were wandering around the boy's body, but she didn't linger too long. Such a generous and handsome young master was a rare sight. After giving him a flirtatious wink, she swayed her slender waist and left.

"This must be Young Master Lu Cheng."

I was immediately alarmed.

The voice was exactly the same as the one I heard after touching the corpse-suppressing talisman.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

His eyes held just the right amount of confusion.

The woman in front of me looked very tired, probably because she hadn't slept well for a while. She looked to be under forty and had a very good figure. Although there were some wrinkles around her eyes and between her eyebrows, you could tell that she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

Even now, some loyal customers still like to order from this still charming middle-aged woman, which shows that she must have had extraordinary skills as a former courtesan.

"Ah, I am the manager of Zuichunlou, my name is Cuiying."

"A while ago, something big happened on Sweetwater Street. I heard that the young master resolved it. Is that true?"

The beautiful woman's eyes revealed a perfect balance of anticipation and nervousness. Lu Cheng noticed that even her fingernails were digging deeply into her palms; if she used a little more force, they might pierce her flesh.

"Of course, it was I who turned that zombie into mincemeat. Hehehe, after that, the Demon Suppression Division rewarded me with an official position and a lot of silver. Ah, it's my duty."

Lu Cheng's provocation was like rubbing salt into a wound.

She kept boasting and describing how she had beaten the corpse to a pulp, with a smug look on her face. Even the Zhu brothers, Wen and Feng, who were hiding on the roof, were terrified, fearing that this woman would go crazy and stab Lu Cheng.

His heart pounded. Lu Cheng knew how disgusting his actions were. Even though he knew the woman was grieving the loss of her child, he had to do this now. Otherwise, how could he make her decide to kill him?

The only way for Cuiying to kill herself was through her contact outside the city.

"This incident happened near Zuichunlou. Several of our girls were also murdered. If it weren't for your help, young master, Zuichunlou would probably have had to close down."

Cuiying's voice trembled slightly, but she tried her best to calm down and put on a smile.

That look in his eyes was like that of a venomous snake.

"Young master, you've been wandering around this area for several days. Perhaps you haven't met a girl you like? Why don't you come and sit in our building? As the hero who saved Sweetwater Street, I'll pay for today's expenses. The girls on this floor are all yours to choose from."

"Oh? Such a good thing?"

His eyes gleamed, and without any hesitation, he followed the beautiful woman into the Drunken Spring Pavilion. The crimson lanterns seemed like the bloodshot eyes of a wild beast, watching him walk willingly into its gaping maw...