Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Su's words."

"This time, there's a 70-80% chance of success!"

Su Chen waved his hand.

But in her heart, she started planning something else.

As for Lu Yao's talk of some kind of opportunity, judging from the current situation, it will probably take a few more days.

Ying Ning'er is in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage; it will take at least a few days.

The timing was just right.

"If that's the case..."

Su Chen glanced out the window.

"There's no time like the present."

"There's no time to lose."

"Shall we set off now?"

Meng Yuan was taken aback.

Then, he slapped his thigh.

"good!"

"As you say, fellow Daoist!"

He grabbed the folding fan from the table and tucked it into his waistband.

"Let's go!"

...

Up in the city streets.

The sun is blazing hot.

Meng Yuan led Su Chen through a maze of twists and turns.

We didn't go to that bustling area.

Instead, they wandered into a secluded alley that became increasingly remote.

At the end of the alley.

A stone well covered in green moss lay there.

A damp, cold, fishy smell wafted from the wellhead.

"Fellow Daoist."

Meng Yuan pointed to the well.

"This is the entrance."

To put it bluntly...

"It's a drainage area within this city."

"Below the head, there is a hidden world."

Su Chen peeked into the well.

It was pitch black, and you couldn't see the bottom.

"We'll have to hide for several more hours."

Meng Yuan took the lead and slipped down.

"Fellow Daoist, follow me."

Su Chen did not hesitate.

His body swayed.

Two beams of shield light hurtled down.

...

After a heavy rain, the dark clouds had not yet dispersed.

The alleys of Luoyan City are bustling with activity.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators arrived at the entrance of the alchemy workshop.

These cultivators entered the room.

A strong medicinal aroma wafted towards us.

To be honest, this place wasn't originally a pill workshop.

It is said that it used to be a teahouse.

Later, it was bought by a cold and aloof fairy and opened a pill-making workshop.

The first floor was deserted.

The shopkeeper hasn't come down yet.

A few independent cultivators were idly chattering in front of the counter.

"I said."

A burly monk with a face full of scars lowered his voice.

"The shopkeeper of this store."

"I wonder if they came from that demonic sect before."

"That's right."

A tall, thin man standing nearby chimed in.

"The pills in this alchemy workshop."

"Those few flavors are specifically for seducing female cultivators."

"It is said that if you eat it, it can make those female cultivators fall into depravity and become unable to extricate themselves."

"Tsk tsk."

The burly cultivator smacked his lips.

"This method."

"If it's not the Demonic Sect's way, then what is it?"

As they were talking.

At the top of the wooden staircase leading to the attic.

A series of very light footsteps could be heard.

Several cultivators simultaneously raised their heads.

A graceful figure slowly descended the wooden stairs.

She wore a light gauze dress.

The sound of her skirt brushing against the wooden stairs was barely audible.

She had a pair of alluring eyes, with the corners slightly upturned.

Below the corner of her eye, there was a beauty mark resembling cinnabar.

It's incredibly alluring.

Those few Nascent Soul cultivators.

They stared, their eyes wide with amazement.

Beautiful, truly beautiful!

She's beautiful and has a top-notch figure.

That's not the key point. The key point is that the female cultivator in front of us seems to have once been some kind of prodigy saintess.

It possesses an inherent, dignified authority befitting a person in a superior position.

But within this temperament lies a certain playfulness and allure.

Add to that a melancholy expression.

It's fair to say the contrast is off the charts.

The cultivators standing nearby were practically drooling.

"Sizzle..."

One, a genuine pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Without warning, it pressed down on the several Nascent Soul cultivators.

This really gave those Nascent Soul cultivators quite a fright.

No matter where you are, low-level cultivators will inevitably talk about things that are not respectable.

It's just something to relieve boredom.

One must be extremely cautious when discussing higher-level cultivators whose cultivation is higher than one's own.

Those people just committed a major taboo.

They probably didn't realize that angering a high-level cultivator could lead to death.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators shuddered.

Those romantic thoughts were immediately suppressed and completely eliminated.

They stood ramrod straight, one by one.

Among them was a monk dressed in particularly fine clothes.

Dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, he did indeed possess a certain elegance.

"Manager Wang."

"We are all here to buy elixirs."

"Put away this oppressive aura."

"We are Nascent Soul cultivators."

"I can't withstand the pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator like you."

If we don't know our place now, we might be doomed here.

However, it must be said that this cultivator was quite sensible, bowing throughout the entire process.

He even winked at the cultivator next to him.

The monk also quickly adopted a respectful posture.

The woman's expression clearly softened considerably.

Speaking of which, this shopkeeper is none other than...

It was Wang Mei.

Wang Mei glanced at those people.

The oppressive aura slowly receded.

His gaze fell on the few allure pills that the cultivators were eyeing so intently.

"snort."

Wang Mei gave a cold laugh.

"One by one."

"He looks very dashing."

"They're really having a lot of fun behind the scenes."

The cultivator in the moon-white brocade robe gave an awkward smile.

"Oh, Manager Wang."

"Please don't make fun of us younger generation."

Wang Mei was too lazy to look at him anymore.

She extended a slender, white finger and touched the few pills.

"Five hundred spirit stones."

Those cultivators hurriedly took out their spirit stones.

It was slapped onto the counter.

One of them took all the spirit stones but didn't leave.

With a grin, he took half a step closer.

"Manager Wang."

"You are so beautiful, you could topple kingdoms."

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her the ice queen of our street."

"Another Nascent Soul cultivator."

"What?"

"Isn't there a single male cultivator you find acceptable?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The man in the moon-white brocade robe next to him interrupted him.

"Manager Wang, didn't we say that before?"

"That person has an owner."

"That would make a Nascent Soul cultivator call him 'Master'."

The cultivator clicked his tongue twice.

"He must be no ordinary person."

"If it really catches Manager Wang's eye."

"Of course, only the best of the best deserve it."

Wang Mei listened to these words.

I just felt a throbbing sensation in my temples.

She stretched out two fingers and rubbed it.

"roll."

Just one word.

Those cultivators curled their lip in disapproval.

In the end, he dared not say another word.

Carrying the pills, he reluctantly went out the door.

The blue curtain swayed twice as it was pulled along.

The room fell silent again.

Wang Mei stood alone, leaning against the counter.

She sighed softly.

Also.

It is true that I am now Su Chen's spirit slave.

But that day.

Su Chen told her to return to Luoyan City first.

From then on.

And then it never appeared again.

I am a lowly slave.

What right do they have to rush to that temple?

Are they going to join forces with Su Chen and the others, all of whom are top-tier figures?

I'm afraid not.

His master had long forgotten about her.

Logically speaking...

This should have been a good thing.

...