Burial Furnace

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth, blew out the oil lamp, climbed onto the bed, and lay down between them.

Two hours later.

The night is deep.

A few crickets chirped intermittently outside the window, like the whispers of the night.

Moonlight streamed through the window paper, spreading a thin layer of silver frost across the floor of the room, creating a hazy, dreamlike scene.

The two enchantresses were fast asleep, their breathing steady and even, like two lazy cats curled up beside him.

Liu Mei turned to the side, facing him, with one hand on his chest and the other casually resting on his waist.

She was extremely beautiful, like a flower blooming in spring.

Jiang Yao had her back to him, but leaned back slightly, her soft back pressed against his side, like a little animal seeking warmth.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, a few strands swaying gently with her breath, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Zhang Yuan stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

His left arm, supported by Liu Mei, was already a little numb. His right shoulder, resting on Jiang Yao, was also a little sore.

But a sense of unprecedented satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Past and Present.

He never imagined that one day he would be lying in a bed with two beautiful women sleeping in his arms.

Although they only treated his place as a free resting place, and although they only stayed overnight to avoid paying their bills, and had no feelings for him whatsoever, what difference did it make?

He took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with two different scents.

The aroma on the left is rich and intense, like a fine wine that is intoxicating.

The aroma on the right is light and elegant, like a cup of refreshing tea that leaves a lingering aftertaste.

The two fragrances intertwined, creating a unique charm that captivated his senses.

"These days... are getting more and more sensual," Zhang Yuan thought to himself.

He thought of himself a few months ago.

At that time, he was an old man on his deathbed, struggling to make ends meet, waiting to die every day, with no hope in his life.

Now, he not only has his own shop and a stable source of income, but also various beautiful women to warm his bed.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

but.

Liu Mei turned over in her sleep, draping one leg over his. Her smooth, delicate skin pressed against his, bringing a warm sensation.

Jiang Yao murmured softly in her sleep, snuggling back closer to him.

"My God, who can handle this?!"

Zhang Yuan sighed inwardly.

……

The next morning, Zhang Yuan woke up when the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the window paper.

When I opened my eyes, I found that Liu Mei and Jiang Yao were already up.

She was standing by the window, fixing her hair and clothes.

Liu Mei wore a light purple ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a silver silk sash tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist.

Her hair was neatly combed and tied into a simple bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears, adding a touch of lazy charm.

Jiang Yao wore a pale yellow long dress with a few delicate orchids embroidered on the hem, looking fresh and refined.

Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, held in place casually and naturally with a wooden hairpin.

Seeing Zhang Yuan wake up, Liu Mei turned her head and gave him a charming smile.

"Boss Zhang, you're awake?"

"Hmm." Zhang Yuan nodded, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "You guys got up so early?"

"I'm used to it." Liu Mei walked to the bedside, leaned down, and looked at Zhang Yuan with her peach blossom eyes, which were full of tears. "Did you sleep well last night?"

She was very close, so close that Zhang Yuan could clearly see himself in her eyes and feel the warmth of her breath.

Zhang Yuan's heart involuntarily quickened, but he quickly steadied himself and nodded: "It's fine."

"I don't believe you. You've been overthinking things, haven't you?" Liu Mei said coquettishly. "Next time, you can do whatever you want. We won't hurt you."

"You must have been holding it in really hard last night, you idiot."

Jiang Yao also leaned over and teased him with her breath sweet as orchids.

"They're gone."

Then they joined hands, walked out of the room, and flew away on their swords, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter and a room full of fragrance.

"You vixen, you seductive vixen who'll kill you! If you dare to renege on your debt next time, I won't be so polite, and I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Zhang Yuan swallowed hard and said fiercely.

……

Night was falling.

Aoki Town once again drifted off to sleep.

The shops on both sides of the street had already closed, and even the last tavern had turned off its lights.

The moonlight spilled onto the bluestone pavement, giving it a cool, clear glow. The entire town was so quiet that only the occasional bark of a dog could be heard from afar.

Zhang Yuan sat on a futon, holding a mid-grade spirit stone in his hand, and was cultivating.

The cultivation technique slowly circulated, and pure spiritual energy surged from the spirit stone, flowing into his body along the meridians in his arm, converging into his dantian, and transforming into true essence.

His cultivation progress has noticeably accelerated in the past few days.

Having absorbed the primordial power of so many corpses, his talent improved considerably, and his speed of absorbing spiritual energy increased by about 25% compared to before.

"Squeak—"

The shop door was pushed open.

A cool night breeze carrying a rich aroma wafted into the shop.

The fragrance was unique, unlike the alluring charm of Hua Jin Huan, the pure elegance of Mu Qing Qing, or the sweet fragrance of Liu Mei and Jiang Yao—it was a cool fragrance, like plum blossoms blooming in the dead of winter, with a touch of aloofness in its coolness, making it unforgettable.

Then a female cultivator walked in.

She was wearing a black night outfit, the tight fabric outlining her curvaceous figure.

He wore a butterfly mask, revealing only his eyes and the lower half of his face.

Those eyes were cold, as cold as two bottomless pools of ice, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

But her lips were beautiful, perfectly shaped, and rosy in color, like ripe cherries, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

She stood tall and straight, with a cool and aloof demeanor. Standing there, she was like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

It was the masked female cultivator who had brought two Golden Core corpses.

Last time, Zhang Yuan earned four high-grade spirit stones from her.

Zhang Yuan quickly stood up and respectfully went to greet him.

"Senior, you've arrived."

The masked female cultivator nodded slightly and closed the door behind her.

Zhang Yuan took her to the backyard.

"There was only one body today."

Suddenly, a bulging corpse bag appeared in the masked female cultivator's hand, which she casually tossed into the furnace.

Instantly, a piece of information appeared in Zhang Yuan's mind.

"A 'Shadowless Ring' was detected on the left index finger of the corpse. Should it be destroyed along with the body?"