The Cut-Sleeve Golden Core Patriarch

Returning to his cave dwelling, Song Wen began to examine the contents of the jade slip.

Over the past five years, a total of seven people in the Corpse Demon Sect had successfully reached Foundation Establishment. Four of them were personal disciples, and Song Wen immediately excluded them.

Once personal disciples advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, their status automatically elevated to that of Demon Sons or Demon Daughters. They were the key cultivation targets of the Corpse Demon Sect and had the potential to advance to the Golden Core stage in the future. Moving against them carried far too much risk.

The remaining three-two women and one man-had all successfully reached Foundation Establishment as inner sect disciples.

Among these three, the male cultivator's journey to Foundation Establishment was the most peculiar.

This male cultivator was named Chen Feihe. The jade slip contained an image of his appearance-he was an extremely handsome man, yet his clothing and makeup carried a distinct touch of feminine softness.

He was actually a male concubine to a Golden Core Patriarch within the Corpse Demon Sect. Relying on this Golden Core Patriarch's favor, he had obtained an endless stream of resources and precious Foundation Establishment Pills, allowing him to successfully reach Foundation Establishment at the age of twenty-seven.

Achieving Foundation Establishment by clinging to the thigh of a Golden Core Patriarch was not unusual in the cultivation world. The crucial point, however, was...

That Golden Core Patriarch, named Ban Yu, was a robust, heavily bearded man.

The experiences of the other two female cultivators were not particularly strange. Through arduous cultivation, they broke through to Perfection of Qi Refining. By repeatedly walking the line between life and death and performing great merits for the sect, they were rewarded with Foundation Establishment Pills and successfully achieved Foundation Establishment.

Both of these female cultivators were ruthless characters who had slaughtered their way up from the very bottom. Their methods and temperaments were top-tier.

In comparison, only Chen Feihe was a soft persimmon.

However, with a Golden Core Patriarch as his backer, this person was still not one to be easily dealt with.

After careful consideration, Song Wen still decided to start with Chen Feihe.

Those two female cultivators spent their days either in bitter cultivation or carrying out sect assignments. It would be very difficult to come into contact with them.

Chen Feihe was different. Because his cultivation was entirely elevated through pills bestowed by the Golden Core Patriarch, and with such a backer, he had no need to take on sect assignments. Thus, he had a massive amount of free time every day to idle about.

In order to continuously please the Golden Core Patriarch, Chen Feihe often strolled through the market, purchasing rouge, cosmetics, and novel clothing to ensure the Golden Core Patriarch maintained a fresh interest in him.

Occasionally, he would even visit the cultivator brothels in the market to learn new positions from the women there, all to better serve the Golden Core Patriarch.

...

Five days later, at dusk.

An elegant young master strolled through the market. Although he was dressed in cyan robes and held a folding fan, his steps were light, his posture was graceful, his body carried a sweet fragrance, and his breath was like orchids.

He carried an air of seductive charm. His captivating demeanor was enough to make many women feel inferior in comparison.

Watching the enchanting and graceful Chen Feihe, Song Wen could not help but sigh in his heart. Someone capable of infatuating a Golden Core Patriarch truly possessed outstanding qualities.

Despite being a man, Chen Feihe's bewitching aura caused many people in the market to cast sidelong glances at him.

Chen Feihe completely ignored these looks of disdain, disgust, and contempt. He calmly swayed his waist, browsing through one female clothing and cosmetics shop after another.

Regardless of how others viewed him, he had truly become a Foundation Establishment expert that countless low-level cultivators could only look up to.

He could utilize Sword Riding, freely soaring between heaven and earth, feeling the freedom of the wind.

He possessed a lifespan of over two hundred and fifty years. Many years from now, when those who despised him had turned to yellow dust, he would still be here, admiring the scenery of this world.

Toward the slander and mockery of others, he merely smiled with indifference.

There were thousands upon thousands of paths in Cultivation. No matter what methods one used, as long as they could survive in this Cultivation world and obtain a longer lifespan, it was the correct path.

A trace of pride appeared on Chen Feihe's face. Watching the passing pedestrians who clearly felt disdain but dared not show it because he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator-instead forcing themselves to act respectful and reverent-brought a wave of delight to his heart.

He had just stepped out of a rouge shop when he saw a middle-aged male cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage walking toward him.

The newcomer cupped his hands, his expression carrying a measure of respect, and spoke.

"I am Zhang Cheng. Greetings, Elder Chen of the Corpse Demon Sect."

Hearing this, Chen Feihe began to size the man up.

This middle-aged male cultivator seemed to have only recently stepped into the Foundation Establishment realm, making him a newcomer among Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, he was definitely much stronger than someone like Chen Feihe, who had never experienced danger and relied entirely on consuming pills to achieve his cultivation base.

Chen Feihe did not hold much vigilance in his heart toward this middle-aged man who had offered himself up.

After all, within the territory of the Corpse Demon Sect, who didn't know that Chen Feihe clung to the thigh of a Golden Core Patriarch? He had been in the Corpse Demon Sect for over a decade, and ever since he started following the Golden Core Patriarch, truly no blind fool had dared to provoke him.

On the contrary, he actually felt a faint sense of closeness toward this man who called himself Zhang Cheng.

The reason was simple: this Zhang Cheng also wore light makeup on his face, and his gestures carried a touch of feminine softness.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking my path?" Chen Feihe said with an indifferent expression.

Song Wen replied, "I am a Rogue Cultivator who just arrived here. I heard that Elder Chen is fond of feminine adornments. As it happens, I share this interest, and I wished to befriend Elder Chen."

Chen Feihe's interest was piqued. This was the first time he had met a fellow enthusiast.

He raised an eyebrow, his seductive eyes raking up and down Song Wen's body.

"Oh? You also enjoy feminine adornments!"

Song Wen felt somewhat uncomfortable being stared at by that bewitching gaze, and he hurriedly spoke.

"This place is crowded and chaotic, not suitable for conversation. Would Elder Chen be willing to accompany me to the Spring Breeze Pavilion ahead for a detailed chat?"

The Spring Breeze Pavilion was the largest brothel in the market. It housed not only seductive and alluring female cultivators, but also robust and burly male cultivators.

Faced with Song Wen's sudden invitation, Chen Feihe slightly furrowed his delicate brows, a measure of caution rising in his heart.

But upon thinking of the faction backing the Spring Breeze Pavilion, as well as the late-stage Foundation Establishment expert stationed there, he relaxed his guard once more.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhang warmly invites me, let us go sit at the Spring Breeze Pavilion."

"However, only in the main hall."

One could not lack caution against others!

After agreeing to Song Wen's invitation, Chen Feihe added that extra sentence.

Song Wen's face broke into a smile. He turned sideways and gestured with his hand, "Elder Chen, please!"

The two arrived at the main hall of the Spring Breeze Pavilion and took their seats.

Acting with great generosity, Song Wen ordered two pots of top-grade spiritual tea.

Chen Feihe picked up the spiritual tea and took a light sip, his movements perfectly resembling an elegant noblewoman.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you went through the trouble of inviting me to this Spring Breeze Pavilion, and you are treating me to this excellent spiritual tea. What exactly is your purpose? Speak directly."

Song Wen's gaze sharpened slightly. For this Chen Feihe to infatuate a Golden Core Patriarch, he relied on more than just his appearance; his mind was also extremely clever.

He chuckled. "Elder Chen is overthinking things. I genuinely wish to befriend you, Fellow Daoist. I happen to have a set of items designed to add interest to the bedroom. Please evaluate them, Fellow Daoist."

Saying this, Song Wen handed over a Storage Bag.

Chen Feihe looked somewhat suspicious, but he still took the Storage Bag and extended his spiritual sense inside.

Instantly, a look of pleasant surprise surfaced on his face. His eyes flashed with astonishment, and his mouth fell open slightly as he gasped in amazement.

"These undergarments are so exquisitely crafted and novel! Where did you obtain them?"

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