Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Negotiating a Deal

The male disciple of the Joyful Union Sect led Wuming up the mountain.

The higher they climbed, the more unsightly scenes Wuming and his servant encountered.

This was truly the main base of the Joyful Union Sect.

Whether by the riverside, in the forest, or even on a smooth rock, there were people engaging in acts of joyful union.

Sometimes, as women walked by, they would catch the eye of a man who would pull them aside.

The woman might feign resistance for a moment but would soon have her sash untied.

The entire mountain was like a living scroll of spring palace art.

In the Joyful Union Sect, most women dressed very provocatively, their colorful clothing varied in style, but all conveying one principle—convenience.

As the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect, Wuming had long surpassed such trivial matters, so he remained calm with great self-discipline.

But the old servant beside him was different.

This old servant kept wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixated on the fair thighs and bosoms of the ladies.

If it weren’t for his young master being nearby, this old servant would’ve already pounced.

Not long after, Wuming and his servant were led to a grand hall.

“The two of you please wait here for a moment. I’ll go inform them immediately,” said the disciple of the Joyful Union Sect.

“Good,” Wuming nodded.

The disciple of the Joyful Union Sect bowed and withdrew.

In the vast hall, only the man and his servant remained.

Wuming sat in a chair, closing his eyes to rest.

“Master, do you think the Joyful Union Sect will strike a deal with us?” asked the old servant.

“Who knows?” Wuming opened his fan, fanning himself. “Any deal that hasn’t been reached is often due to insufficient allure. I believe Mo Zhu’er is quite enticing, especially for the Joyful Union Sect! Mo Zhu’er is a treasure of the world, comparable to Qingwan.”

“Hehehe,” the old servant chuckled. “I wonder if when Mo Zhu’er arrives at the Joyful Union Sect, I can also have a taste.”

“You?” Wuming looked at the ugly and unkempt old servant beside him. “Not to belittle you, but you might not even get a chance before the dogs.”

Old servant: “…”

“Why has the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect come to our Joyful Union Sect? What business brings you here…”

A male voice came from the front of the hall, and both Wuming and the old servant looked over.

A man wearing an open deep-V shirt walked out, flanked by two women.

The man was very handsome, looking very young, but in reality, he was already over a thousand years old.

Cui Renwang—the Master of the Joyful Union Sect.

“Pay respects to the Master,” Wuming closed his fan, stood up, and bowed respectfully.

The Master of the Joyful Union Sect sat on his seat, looking down at Wuming. “Holy Son, there’s no need for formalities. Is there something you wish to discuss with me?”

“I want to conduct a transaction with Master.” Wuming spoke.

“Oh?” The Master of the Joyful Union Sect became interested, sitting up straight. “You want to negotiate a deal? What kind of deal?”

Wuming: “Has the Master heard of the Luo Shen body?”

Cui Renwang furrowed his brows, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes. Clearly, Cui Renwang was intrigued. “Of course I know of the Luo Shen body. It’s rumored that cultivators with the Luo Shen body are extremely sensitive to spiritual energy and can even control the spiritual energy around them and within others’ bodies.”

Wuming smiled. “Not only that, it’s rumored that the Luo Shen body, like the先天圣体, is an excellent partner for dual cultivation. If one could engage in dual cultivation with the Luo Shen body, improving one’s cultivation would be incredibly simple. Furthermore, it’s rumored that the Luo Shen body is soft and yielding, capable of making one lose oneself in pleasure, experiencing the utmost bliss of life. Many would gladly spend a night with the Luo Shen body and die without regrets.”

Cui Renwang licked his lips. Clearly, he was already persuaded, and a fire ignited within him.

Cui Renwang played with the two women beside him. “Holy Son, you specifically came to my Joyful Union Sect to tell me this—are you implying that you’ve discovered someone with the Luo Shen body?”

“Not hiding anything from the Master, one of the Holy Maidens of the Black Lotus Sect—Mo Zhu’er—is precisely the Luo Shen body.” Wuming bowed.

Upon hearing Wuming’s words, Cui Renwang furrowed his brows, somewhat surprised.

Releasing the women beside him, Cui Renwang walked down and circled around Wuming. “It’s rumored that the Black Lotus Sect has five Holy Maidens and five Holy Sons, and in the end, only one will remain to ascend to the position of Sect Leader. All others must die. Now it seems, Holy Son wishes to form a partnership with me.”

“That is exactly my intention.” Wuming no longer concealed his intentions. “However, I believe the Master will certainly find this interesting.”

Cui Renwang: “Oh? How so?”

Wuming straightened up. “To my knowledge, Mo Zhu’er should still be a virgin. A virgin with the Luo Shen body doesn’t require much explanation; the Master should understand how rare it is.

Currently, Mo Zhu’er is in the hands of a man.

But Master, rest assured, Western Region women are exposed to certain toxins from a young age, which they apply to their undergarments. If that man tries anything improper with Mo Zhu’er, he would’ve already succumbed to poison.

If the Master can assist me in killing that man, I will help the Master capture Mo Zhu’er. What does the Master think?”

Cui Renwang walked while pondering. After a long while, he slowly stopped. “It’s indeed a good deal, but what is the name of that man? Why do you want to kill him?”

Wuming smiled. “Actually, I don’t know why I need to kill him either; it’s all the Sect Leader’s orders. As for the details about this man, I might as well disclose them to the Master.

This man is none other than the current Wu Kingdom’s imperial son-in-law, the Zhuangyuan Lang—Ming.”

“…” Cui Renwang narrowed his eyes. “You’re asking me to oppose the entire Wu Kingdom? That’s not worth it…”

Wuming confidently stated, “If the Master agrees to cooperate with me, I can ensure that no one will discover the cause of Ming’s death, thus absolving the Master of responsibility. Moreover…”

Wuming clapped his hands, and the old servant quickly stepped forward, presenting a bottle.

Cui Renwang: “What is this?”

Wuming: “This is the Bliss Pill obtained from the Abbot of the Joy Temple. Once consumed, it makes one lustful—not just for Mo Zhu’er, but even deities wouldn’t be able to resist.”

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