Shi Shou Suddenly Appears

Song Wen offered a faint smile. "I conceptualized these undergarments myself and commissioned an expert in women's needlework to craft them. Do they catch Elder Chen's eye?"

The Storage Bag contained over a dozen sets of intimate lingerie. Song Wen had drawn the blueprints based on memories from his previous life and hired someone to sew them.

Brought into this world, the undergarments of his past life could not be considered luxurious, but they won out through their novel styles.

It was a collision of cultures between two different worlds.

"Too beautiful, too novel." Chen Feihe's eyes shone as he repeatedly exclaimed in admiration.

He withdrew his attention from the Storage Bag and focused on Song Wen once more.

What little wariness he held toward Song Wen had already been tossed beyond the nine heavens, leaving only reverence in its wake. It was like a callow novice encountering an unmatched grandmaster.

He no longer harbored any doubts about Song Wen's sleeve-breaking preferences.

If not for an extreme love of women's adornments, how could a man possibly dream up such novel undergarments?

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is exceptionally clever to conceive such novel styles. I am truly in awe."

"As long as Elder Chen is pleased. Treat these little trinkets as my greeting gift to a Fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is willing to gift these to me?" Chen Feihe asked, his brows dancing with delight.

"Naturally," Song Wen said. "Those who share our path are few and far between. It is not easy to meet a like-minded person such as yourself, Elder Chen, so I naturally cannot be stingy. If these trinkets can add a bit of bedroom enjoyment for you and your Dao Companion, they will have served their purpose."

"Then I won't decline. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhang."

Chen Feihe happily tucked the Storage Bag into his robes.

Next, the two chatted about matters of makeup.

Over the past few days, Song Wen had sought advice from brothel women, frantically cramming knowledge on how to apply rouge and powder. Combined with insights from his past life, he could barely hold his own without letting Chen Feihe notice anything amiss.

During the conversation, however, Chen Feihe seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He suddenly changed the subject. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't we get a room and try on those undergarments you designed?"

Hearing this, goosebumps erupted across Song Wen's flesh. A chill of sheer revulsion swept through his heart!

No wonder Chen Feihe hadn't seemed very enthusiastic during their chat; he had been fixated on those dozen sets of lingerie the entire time.

The mere thought of two men sharing a room to try on women's undergarments made nausea surge in Song Wen's stomach.

Displaying a conflicted expression, Song Wen said, "Let's pass on that. It would be better for Elder Chen to take those undergarments back to appreciate and enjoy with your Dao Companion."

Chen Feihe didn't overthink it. He merely assumed that since this was their first meeting and they weren't yet familiar, Song Wen was still unable to let his guard down.

"I was too rash," Chen Feihe said, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Then I shall take my leave for now. We can converse in detail next time."

Song Wen stood up with a smile. "Then we shall part ways for today and speak again in the future. However, could Elder Chen provide me with a communication jade slip so we can easily stay in touch?"

Chen Feihe slapped his forehead in sudden realization. "Look at my memory. I actually forgot to exchange communication jade slips with Fellow Daoist Zhang. Please forgive me."

After exchanging communication jade slips, Chen Feihe shot toward Corpse Demon Mountain like an arrow desperate to return home.

Watching Chen Feihe's urgent departure, Song Wen muttered inwardly.

I hope that over the next few days, when he relieves himself... he won't leave a bloody mess!

...

Four days later.

Song Wen received a message from Chen Feihe, and the two arranged to meet at the Spring Breeze Pavilion once again.

When Song Wen saw Chen Feihe approach, the man's face was flushed and radiant, though he walked with a slightly bowlegged gait.

He sighed inwardly. That Golden Core Patriarch truly was a ruthless figure; even the robust flesh of a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't endure it.

The moment they met, Chen Feihe expressed his sincere gratitude to Song Wen.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, those undergarments you designed are truly wonderful beyond words. I haven't stepped out of my cave dwelling for the past few days."

Song Wen replied somewhat awkwardly, "As long as Elder Chen and your esteemed husband like them. Was there a specific reason Elder Chen sought me out?"

Chen Feihe's expression suddenly grew a bit constrained as he spoke softly.

"I sought you out today, Fellow Daoist Zhang, primarily to ask if you have any other novel styles."

A look of difficulty crossed Song Wen's face. "I do have more, but... can Elder Chen's body handle it?"

Chen Feihe's delicate face broke into a slightly bashful smile. Shifting his buttocks-which were only half-resting on the chair due to the pain-he replied.

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. It's fine. We have healing Pills."

Song Wen couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration for the person before him.

Indeed, every path of cultivation had its own hardships. Clinging to the thigh of a Golden Core Patriarch required enduring a considerable amount of suffering.

Chen Feihe took the Storage Bag that Song Wen handed over. Probing it with his Divine Sense, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Even more novel styles he had never seen before!

After chatting for a few more sentences and expressing his gratitude time and time again, Chen Feihe gleefully departed with the Storage Bag.

Song Wen also turned and headed back toward his cave dwelling.

The Storage Bag he had given Chen Feihe contained various role-playing costumes: a maid, a bunny girl, a fox girl...

Now, Chen Feihe had largely dropped his guard around him. As long as he interacted with the man a couple more times, he could devise a way to extract an Elder token from him.

However, the affairs of the world always exceeded one's expectations.

Upon returning to the outside of his cave dwelling, Song Wen spotted an unexpected figure.

Shi Shou!

The Foundation Establishment cultivator who had brought him into the Corpse Demon Sect.

The man whom Song Wen had always viewed as his greatest threat.

Shi Shou looked at the fully darkened sky, a cold smirk resting on his face.

"Ji Yin, you truly made this old man wait."

Alarms blared in Song Wen's mind. His eyes locked onto Shi Shou as his thoughts raced to formulate a countermeasure.

Whether he fought or fled, it would expose his true strength. A Foundation Establishment cultivator disguising himself as an outer sect disciple at the fifth level of Qi Refining would undoubtedly draw the suspicion of the Corpse Demon Sect's upper echelons. At that point, he might not even be able to make it out of the Sect's territory alive.

If he didn't flee, what chance did he have of surviving against Shi Shou?

After turning the matter over in his head, Song Wen decided to feign weakness first and strike when the right moment presented itself.

In Song Wen's perception, Shi Shou was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. Although Shi Shou was notably stronger than him-a newly advanced Foundation Establishment cultivator-the gap was limited. He still had a fighting chance.

Moreover, since he would be scheming against an unsuspecting target, he had a high chance of killing the other party.

His mind made up, a fawning expression surfaced on Song Wen's face.

"Disciple Ji Yin pays his respects to Elder Shi. It has been several years, yet Elder Shi's bearing remains as magnificent as ever."

Faced with Song Wen's flattery, Shi Shou remained entirely unmoved, his cold sneer only deepening.

"Ji Yin, you have hidden yourself quite deeply."

Hearing this, Song Wen's heart gave a violent jolt.

Had Shi Shou already discovered his true strength?

That was impossible! Even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't see through his concealed cultivation base. How could Shi Shou, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, possibly detect it?

Just as Song Wen was mired in shock and uncertainty, Shi Shou continued.

"The wisp of soul aura Du Qiu left in the Sect has dissipated. This matter is inextricably linked to you, isn't it?"

Hearing Shi Shou's words, Song Wen felt a rush of relief. So the other party hadn't discovered his secret after all. He merely knew of Du Qiu's death and was trying to bait him into a confession.

When he killed Du Qiu back then, Song Wen had handled the aftermath flawlessly. He was confident it was absolutely impossible for anyone to find out.

If he truly had been discovered, the one knocking on his door wouldn't be Shi Shou; it would be the Corpse Demon Sect's Enforcement Hall.

Wearing a look of utter shock, Song Wen cried, "What! Senior Brother Du Qiu is dead? He always treated this disciple with great kindness, frequently visiting to guide my cultivation!"

"Senior Brother Du Qiu was in the prime of his life! How could he die? Truly, the heavens are jealous of his talent!"

Touching upon this sorrowful matter, Song Wen's face filled with grief and misery.

Shi Shou's face remained a mask of cold indifference, as if he had completely seen through Song Wen's hypocritical performance.

A moment later, seeing that the other party had no intention of replying, Song Wen had no choice but to continue.

"Elder Shi, please investigate this clearly. This disciple is merely at the fifth level of Qi Refining. How could I possibly be a match for Senior Brother Du Qiu? He was an inner sect disciple with a cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Refining or higher!"

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