Even if mortal women were born beautiful, if they didn't cultivate, then they would have many flaws, and their beauty would quickly age. Moreover, the cultivation techniques that these women cultivated were specially arranged by the Marquis' Estate. They only sought to maintain their beauty, improve their bearing and charm, and add some methods to serve men.
However, this wasn't like what Li Qingshan thought. It wasn't for the sake of satisfying a moment's lust, it was for the sake of producing offspring. The children of cultivators and cultivators would basically possess natural talent in cultivation. So, for the sake of ensuring the bloodline of the clan, the great aristocratic families would prepare such a reserve. The concubines that the Han Clan arranged for Han Tieyi were mostly women like this.
Moreover, this was an opportunity for these women to change their fates. Becoming a cultivator, even if it was a cultivator of the lowest level, would allow them to possess a healthier physique than mortals, a longer lifespan, more beautiful appearance, and enjoy a life of luxury that mortals were unable to imagine. Once they were able to give birth to a child with natural talent, their entire lives would be guaranteed.
Steward Zheng first brought North Moon to tour around the palace. The decorations within the palace were extremely luxurious, and all sorts of facilities were available. There was even a wine cellar that stored a few hundred jars of fine wine.
Then, they arrived at the rear hall, and they saw white smoke rising into the air. It was actually an open-air hot spring, and the walls of the spring were made from warm white jade. Moreover, the surrounding walls were painted with alluring murals of beautiful women. The women in the murals wore revealing clothes, had graceful postures, and frequently cast flirtatious glances at each other. Amidst the rising mist, it was dreamlike and illusory as if they were alive, and it was naturally the work of an artist. Moreover, those maidservants arrived at the side of the spring, making the dream become reality.
Steward Zheng smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist North Moon, this is all His Highness' kind intentions. Please enjoy it, Fellow Daoist North Moon. I'll be taking my leave first."
North Moon smiled lightly. He removed his clothes and leaped into the spring, and then he immediately sat down cross-legged and entered into a meditative state. This caused those women to look at each other, and they didn't know what to do.
When Si Qing heard Steward Zheng's report, he slammed the table heavily, and then he let out a long sigh. "This monster was able to rise in such a short period of time. As expected, it isn't something that can be shaken by wine and beauty."
"Dripping water wears through a stone, and a rope saws through a tree. We can't be impatient," said Jia Zhen as he waved his fan.
"Not in a hurry? I think he's clearly using his doppelganger to toy with me today. Do I have to endure him forever? "
"But it's not as if he's not showing his goodwill and probing. As time passes, we will eventually let down our guard. Right now, the most important thing is to refine the Asura Field. "
"Yes, as long as I refine the Asura Field and find out where his main body is, let's see if he can still escape from me!" Si Qing spread his fingers and clenched them tightly.
Actually, Si Qing had overestimated the thoughts of North Moon, or rather, Li Qingshan. He wasn't someone who was infatuated with love, and he would drink whatever was given to him most of the time without holding back. If it was on a normal day, he would naturally accept all of this' filial piety '. But now that Han Qiongzhi was by his side, he would feel bad if he used his doppelganger to steal her.
The competition between the schools of Miscellany would continue for a few more days. Some cultivators were still tirelessly searching for the things they wanted, while others had already returned to their accommodations. With the vastness of the marquis' estate, accommodating these cultivators was not a problem at all.
As the night deepened, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Li Qingshan opened his eyes and slowly pulled his arm away from Han Qiongzhi's body. He knew that this kind of movement could not be hidden from the person next to him, so he leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek. He said softly, "I'll be back very soon!"
Then, Li Qingshan withdrew his aura and hid his figure, merging into the night. Han Qiongzhi opened her eyes and resisted the urge to follow and take a look. Qingshan, just what is your secret?
Li Qingshan wrinkled his nose. Among the many complicated auras, he found the one he wanted. It was the aura of the grey-clothed cultivator who wanted to buy his "Cursive Sword Calligraphy". Then, he followed an invisible trail and chased after it.
It was not that he was so narrow-minded that he would hold a grudge and want to take revenge after being slightly offended. Instead, he recalled a small matter from a few years ago from today. It happened below the Green Vine mountain, and it was also for the sake of the Cursive Sword Calligraphy. He was hunted down by a masked man in black, who wanted to kill him.
Was there some sort of connection between the two?
Many guards of the marquis' estate and the Hawkwolf Guard patrolled the surroundings, not sparing a single corner. There were also many warning formations operating secretly, maintaining a tight security on the inside.
Li Qingshan moved through the buildings like there was no one around.
As a signature technique among water element techniques, the Invisibility technique was extremely effective when used by Li Qingshan with his current cultivation and talent. Even without external items like the Glazed Mirror of Invisibility or the Illusory Water Sword of Invisibility, he could still fool regular Foundation Establishment cultivators.
With the senses of the spirit turtle, avoiding these warning formations was not a problem at all. He arrived before a tall building, and the smell vanished into a room on the fifth floor. Li Qingshan arrived silently and listened carefully, but he heard nothing at all. He could not sense any aura either. Clearly, there had been a formation cast down to block out probing.
Li Qingshan pursed his lips and mobilized his soul sense, condensing it into a single point and silently penetrating the formation. Like piercing through the paper window with a needle, he could clearly hear the voices of people, and it was not just a single person.
This seemed simple, but it required an extremely powerful soul sense. He practised the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine. The four powerful wills that belonged to the ox demon, tiger demon, spirit turtle, and phoenix filled his sea of consciousness, constantly clashing with one another. Water and fire, god and demon, had refined his soul sense to an extremely powerful level. Even regular Golden Core cultivators paled in comparison.
There were a total of seven people in the room. Apart from one Foundation Establishment cultivator, the others were all Qi Practitioners. Their attires were very ordinary, making it impossible to tell which sect they belonged to. It was as if they were purposefully keeping a low profile.
The cultivator in grey knelt on the ground and begged the Foundation Establishment cultivator, "Sir, he turned me down flatly. There's nothing I can do!"
"Hmph, Li Qingshan, you really are as arrogant as the rumors say. You really refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" The Foundation Establishment cultivator was a stern old man. He swung his sleeve viciously.
Li Qingshan thought, Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see what you're made of? You're already so old, yet you're only at mid Foundation Establishment. Let alone Golden Core, you don't even have much hope in reaching late Foundation Establishment. Though, just what is this bastard relying on to make him so confident?
The stern old man paced around with his hands behind his back. "Niu Juxia seems to have vanished into thin air. He's nowhere to be found anymore. Even the whereabouts of the two Three Absolutes Calligraphy are unknown. Li Qingshan must obtain those two scrolls in order to answer to that lord. You didn't complete your mission, so your punishment is unavoidable! "
Li Qingshan's heart shook. These guys were indeed connected! They seemed to be working for an even more powerful person and were collecting the Three Absolutes Calligraphy, which was also the so-called Cursive Sword Calligraphy. That person was not only rich, but he was probably not weak either. This was why these guys were so arrogant because they relied on their master's power.
The Three Absolutes Calligraphy had been split into countless pieces. It was not something that Qi Practitioners could collect at all. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators probably did not have it. That lord might be one of the Golden Core cultivators he had met on the Flying Cloud Platform today. However, he felt a little strange. It was just collecting a few spirit artifacts. Why was there a need to be so sneaky? Yes, they were probably afraid that if the price was raised, it would be harder to get them!
Fear appeared on the cultivator in grey's face. "Wait, Sir, I discovered something strange today!"
"What is it?"
"On Li Qingshan's artifact, the Three Absolutes Calligraphy, I feel that some of the strokes on it are very familiar. It's extremely similar to the scroll that Junior Brother Liu, who was killed by Niu Juxia, lost."
"Are you sure?" The stern-faced old man's expression turned solemn. Although to outsiders, every Three Absolutes Calligraphy looked the same and they were all written vertically and horizontally, there were actually many differences between each scroll. They had been doing this for a long time, so they could distinguish between them.
A Qi Practitioner at the side also said, "Speaking of which, this is indeed strange. The remnant scrolls of the Three Absolutes Calligraphy are basically spirit artifacts. Why would an artifact appear out of nowhere?"
"Could it be that this Niu Juxia is related to Li Qingshan in some way?"
The stern-faced old man pondered for a moment. "I'll report this to that lord and ask him to take action personally. I don't believe that we can't take care of a mere Li Qingshan!" A sinister smile appeared on his face. "Since you're not willing to let us do as we wish, don't blame us for cutting off your path of survival as a genius!"
The other Qi Practitioners also laughed. They were all itinerant cultivators and did not have much talent. No sect was willing to accept them, so they were gathered to work for the old man. They were instinctively jealous and disgusted of geniuses.
"Then come!" A voice suddenly sounded in their ears at the same time. The door suddenly opened and then immediately closed, but there was no one in sight. There was only a slight breeze that swept through the room, as if the door had been blown open by this breeze.
The stern-faced old man's hair stood on end as he felt a great life-threatening crisis. He retreated and was about to activate the defensive artifact on his body when he realized that he was still in the same place. Then, he rapidly fell down. He widened his eyes in disbelief and only then did he feel the sharp pain from his neck.
He did not know when his neck had been neatly severed. His body took a few steps back, but his head was left in midair. Looking at the other Qi Practitioners, they were all frozen in place. Some even had blank expressions on their faces, not knowing what had happened.
Li Qingshan used one of his innate abilities, the Tiger Demon's Breath. Against a Foundation Establishment cultivator and a group of Qi Practitioners, he did not need to go through much trouble. He only needed to blow. After all, this was the Marquis's Mansion. If he caused too much of a commotion and gave Si Qing and the others something to use against him, it would not be good. Thus, he directly killed them in one move.
Before the head fell to the ground, it was wrapped up by a gust of wind and sent into Li Qingshan's hundred treasures pouch along with the corpse. After confirming that there was no trace of the smell of blood, Li Qingshan put away the seven hundred treasures pouches and quietly left the room.
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