Wait a minute, where is my master?

As it turned out, Little White was right.

The middle path they took led to a vast hall at the end, which only contained a single chair.

Jin Xu called out the names of Yu Yaoer and Xu Qian in the hall, but after a long wait, there was no response.

Little White also said that she didn't smell anything strange here.

Hence, the two of them had no choice but to retrace their steps.

They set off once more from the left fork in the road.

"I told you we should've taken the left," Little White muttered under her breath, twirling a corner of her Taoist robe with her finger.

Jin Xu pretended not to hear her.

On their way back, the husky's wounds had already healed.

The young Taoist marveled at the speed of her recovery, but Little White felt somewhat embarrassed to tell Jin Xu that the Snow Wolf Clan, although physically formidable, didn't heal that fast.

"Ahem, it's mainly thanks to the leaves I nibbled on that day. The branches and leaves from Guan Ling seem to have excellent healing properties. Usually, it's inconspicuous, but right after you, temple master, injured me with the shock, a warm and moist force suddenly appeared in my body, mending my severed limb and flesh," she admitted.

The young Taoist hadn't realized that the big willow tree in his own backyard had this effect.

He figured he'd have to search carefully once he got back for that willow branch the senior had given him, which he had casually tossed aside.

"Temple master, look ahead," she said.

As they continued down the left path, an exquisitely designed garden suddenly appeared before them.

Within the garden.

Birdsong intertwined with laughter, and the sound of silver bells rang through the air.

From the sounds of it, there seemed to be many young women inside, playing and giggling with each other.

They stepped off the side road and into the garden. Suddenly, from nowhere, many young women appeared, peeking at them from behind rockeries and around the edges of ponds.

Jin Xu got a start from the sudden appearance of the crowd and looked around.

Hmm, Yu Yaoer was not there.

Just then, he overheard the numerous women whispering among themselves.

"Such a handsome young Taoist."

"He's much better looking than the two who came just now."

"I think the short-haired girl with him is pretty good too!"

"Quick, go and call Sister over~"

...

...

In a room.

Xu Qian felt his life was now complete.

At the moment, he was lounging on a soft couch with his head resting on a pair of legs and his feet propped up on a bamboo stand.

Next to him, there were two extraordinarily beautiful women, one feeding him grapes, the other pouring him fine wine. Directly in front of him, several enchanting dancers swayed gracefully to the music of strings and bamboo.

What about Xiangxiang from Yingchun House, Little Hong from Cui Xiang House, or Du Juan from Flower Building?

Compared to these ladies, those were mere vulgarities!

Furthermore, with his financial means in the past.

He had never enjoyed such treatment in the brothels.

"Mr. Xu, are you a night watchman by trade? I remember seeing a few night watchmen back in the day. One surnamed Wang really put up quite the fuss," said a woman clad in a flaming-red robe with golden tassels, sitting on the other side of the couch with her long, straight legs casually draped over a small bamboo table in front of her.

Her face was naturally heroic-looking,

But the words that came out were coquettishly sweet and tender, stirring up a protective feeling in anyone who heard.

As a seasoned brothel-goer, Xu Qian heard this and, holding his wine cup, replied, "Lemme show you soon if it's Elder Wang who's tough or your Mr. Xu who's tough, urp~"

He burped from the wine and began to ponder—A night watchman surnamed Wang? Never heard of a colleague with that name.

Laughter rose: "Mr. Xu's words are something I just can't understand," she said.

As the two of them were chatting spiritedly, the heroic-looking woman heard someone calling.

"Sister~ There's a really good-looking young Taoist outside; come out and take a look!"

Hearing the call, the woman with the heroic appearance inwardly scoffed. These frivolous girls really hadn't seen the world. How good-looking could a young Taoist be?

While thinking this, she used the Formation to take a look.

Hmm?

He's that good-looking!!!

The woman vanished from atop the couch.

Seeing the woman disappear, the dancers, the wine pourer, the fruit server, and others all stopped.

They all disappeared from their original spots.

Xu Qian stumbled and fell beneath the soft couch.

Huh? How come everyone just left while we were having a conversation?

At this moment, the light pink aura that had been entwined around Xu Qian slowly dissipated, and his vision gradually became clear.

Wasn't I following Jin Xu, the young Taoist, into the Zheng family's old house to rescue someone and investigate a case?

While lying on the ground, he tried to recall what had happened.

What exactly happened just now?

Hiss~

He remembered, and it was almost like a heavenly enjoyment!

But he also realized that after he entered, he must have been enchanted by some sort of bewitching magic.

That woman said she had also encountered a night watchman named Wang?

As he thought of this, his pupils constricted—if he was not mistaken, the Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator who had come to investigate the Zheng family several decades ago was surnamed Wang!

He felt that he needed to find Jin Xu, the young Taoist, quickly, or sooner or later trouble would arise.

"This place is too strange."

Xu Qian muttered to himself, preparing to get up, when he suddenly noticed something beneath the soft couch out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and saw a withered face.

The face, with its eyes bugged out and pupils missing, was staring fixedly at him.

"I am so f*cked!"

Xu Qian, who was usually fearless, jumped in fright.

Instinctively, he tumbled backward and reached for the long knife at his waist. As a result, he knocked over a bamboo table, scattering cakes and fruits which turned into mud and maggots on the floor.

Thinking about the fact that he had just consumed these things made him feel a queasy feeling well up inside.

That's when he clearly saw that the dried-up corpse under the soft couch was one of his subordinates who had entered with him.

The corpse was still dressed in the public service uniform of a night watchman.

Without touching his unfortunate colleague, he held the long knife and cautiously walked towards the door.

"I'll come back and collect your body after I find Jin Xu, the young Taoist. If I can't find him, then I guess I'll have to join you down there."

Even at this moment, Xu Qian still had the mood for self-deprecating humor. When he reached the door and carefully pushed it open with his knife,

He saw standing outside, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, looking at him with a smirk.

...

...

On Jin Xu's side, he was considering how to deal with this group of women.

A woman dressed in a fiery red robe with gold tassels came walking up from the corridor.

She spoke with a beaming smile from a distance, "What a handsome young Taoist, sister has come out late, I hope little brother won't mind~"

At the same time, her left hand, hidden behind her back, subtly fluttered her fingers, and a light pink fog began to rise around Jin Xu and Little White.

The women hiding behind rockeries and beside pavilions saw her coming and came out one after another like they had found their backbone, gathering behind her.

The woman in the fiery red robe walked up to Jin Xu, and the group of chattering women quickly surrounded them.

"Young Taoist..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, a shadow of a fist flashed by.

The noisy surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Someone shouted,

"The Taoist blew up our sister!"

After that, all the women turned into various animals like foxes, rabbits, and so on, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

A bunch of women suddenly appearing in an old house that's been deserted for decades is bound to be odd.

While Jin Xu was thinking about what to do, this woman who appeared to be the leader presented herself.

The situation suddenly became a lot simpler.

However, he dared not use the Hand Palm Thunder for fear of accidentally hurting hostages.

He had no choice but to channel his golden spiritual power into his fist and give the leader a solid punch.

"She can't take a punch at all."

The young Taoist complained.

His intention was simply to subdue her and ask what exactly was going on here.

But he never expected that she would disappear with a single punch.