"Is that so?"
Upon hearing this, the unsuspecting outsiders were surprised and intrigued, their faces filled with gossip.
"Please explain in detail, Brother Qian."
"What's there to say? You've heard of the Li family, the most philanthropic family in Yongcheng. The eldest son of the Li family is a notorious playboy in our area. In his youth, he frequented brothels and spent the nights without returning home, squandering money like water."
"I have heard about that."
"Later, even the eldest patriarch of the Li family couldn't stand it anymore and declared that no matter which pleasure boat or painted barge dared to entertain his son again, he would make sure that the boat could not operate on the Yongchuan River, even if it meant spending all his wealth."
After that, the eldest son of the Li family finally behaved himself, but not for long, as he soon developed a liking for all sorts of shady things!
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
Out-of-town tourists asked curiously
"A female ghost! A fox demon!"
The well-informed local looked around, lowered his voice, and instead of showing fear, wore a knowing smile that only men would understand.
"Huh?! You can play this? Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"
The scholar who came to visit his friend looked shocked.
"That shows your ignorance. In this day and age, ordinary demons and ghosts dare not harm people; they only collect a little bit of yang energy."
For ordinary people like us, just one session is enough to leave our backs and legs aching and unable to work for days. But for those rich young masters, they recover quickly and experience a kind of pleasure that no living person could ever know.
"This is also..."
The scholar, hearing such a secret for the first time, was utterly shocked. After a long while, he shook his head slightly and sighed repeatedly.
"Wealthy businessmen really know how to have fun!"
"...It's still the same."
At the city gate, a young man overheard the whispered conversation between the two. Although it was a mind-blowing statement to ordinary people, he had seen similar things more than once or twice, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
In this world where immortals, demons, gods, and ghosts truly exist, what pleasure would the sons of high-ranking and wealthy officials find after knowing so many secrets?
When Feng Bingwen was cooperating with the Da Gan Demon Slaying Division, he had seen guys who deliberately ventured into secluded valleys, deserted villages, and abandoned houses in search of pleasure.
I've also seen spoiled brats who, after reading too many supernatural tales, feed rare old medicinal herbs to raccoons in an attempt to raise them into catgirls.
Of course, those who had already sought help from the Demon Slayer Bureau did not have a good ending, because they had gone too far and ended up in danger of losing their lives.
According to Feng Bingwen, in certain hidden markets beyond the jurisdiction of ghosts and gods, there are indeed non-human ghosts and bewitching women engaged in erotic activities. In exchange, the seeker needs to give up a certain amount of yang energy, without any risk to their life.
This is a fairly reputable place, but some guys aren't satisfied with that. They insist on experiencing the thrill of life-or-death situations and venture into the deep mountains and forests to search for those beautiful, alluring ghosts.
The government generally won't interfere with these reckless individuals unless their families offer a large reward.
In this Yongcheng, the eldest son of the most virtuous family, based on what I've heard so far, is most likely in a similar situation. He's had his fill of playing with living people, and he's also experienced the relatively safe non-human demons, but he's still not satisfied and insists on courting death.
To be honest, Feng Bingwen didn't want to get involved with this kind of guy. He was asking for trouble, so who could he blame? But unfortunately, he did have a truly kind-hearted father.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen decided to go and take a look. If the problem wasn't too serious, he would help the undead knight, Young Master Li, solve his problem and also discipline the old man. It was one in a million to be so obsessed with sex.
Thinking this, Feng Bingwen followed the flow of people and arrived at a large, impressive mansion. At the gate, some "masters" dressed as Taoist priests and monks were already handing out visiting cards.
Looking at the long line stretching over ten feet, Feng Bingwen chuckled lightly, then climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. He didn't bother with the proper procedures, since he wasn't there for the high reward anyway.
Once you cross the courtyard wall, a grand mansion far surpassing the old Feng family residence comes into view, with carved beams and painted rafters, winding paths and covered corridors, lakes and ponds, and craggy rocks scattered in a pleasing arrangement, with abundant flowers and grasses in full bloom.
"Found it!"
Even though the Li residence was vast, Feng Bingwen found the young master Li, whom he was looking for, at a glance. The reason was simple: the large mass of black energy was too conspicuous, making it difficult not to see.
After finding his target, Feng Bingwen casually glanced at the monks and Taoists at the gate who seemed to have extraordinary bearing, but most of them were just taking advantage of the situation. He didn't look at them for long and went straight to the backyard of the Li residence.
Most of those who come here to earn high rewards are charlatans and swindlers with no real skills, who can only rely on pretentious posturing to deceive people. However, there are a few among them who do have some real skills.
Unfortunately, their skills are limited, mostly at the Qi Condensation stage. Only one person has condensed three streams of mixed and chaotic true Qi, which can easily handle ordinary haunted houses, but in Feng Bingwen's opinion, it is basically impossible to solve the problem of Young Master Li.
This actually reflects the current state of cultivation in Da Gan. There are basically no decent immortal sects in Da Gan. Although there are quite a few Buddhist temples, very few of them have a real lineage.
For ordinary independent cultivators who want to advance in their careers, there is almost no other option but to seek refuge with the government. If they simply want to rely on their own cultivation, there is basically no way out. They will never get ahead in their entire lives. Even to cultivate a single breath of true qi, they have to travel around for more than ten years, and they may encounter an accident and die along the way.
"Um?"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Bingwen had already arrived at the backyard, where he saw the white-haired, youthful-looking old Taoist priest setting up an altar and performing a ritual with a peach wood sword.
Beside the altar stood a solemn-faced old man in a brocade robe, an expectant old woman, and a dozen servants and maids.
Directly opposite the altar, a pale-faced young man dressed in brocade robes sat slumped on the ground, his eyes bloodshot. Although he was in extremely poor condition, his expression was remarkably calm, revealing a sense of satisfaction.
"How come this guy is still alive?"
Having found his destination, Feng Bingwen's eyes were filled with surprise.
To ordinary people, this young master Li was just pale-faced and looked like he was suffering from kidney deficiency due to excessive indulgence. But in Feng Bingwen's eyes, this young master Li was almost engulfed by black energy.
The essence of black energy is nothing more than the resentment, yin energy, and hatred that only ghosts possess. For living people, a small amount of these will weaken their yang energy and leave them in a daze, while a slightly larger amount can even shorten their lifespan.
The amount of malevolent and resentful energy emanating from this young master Li was enough to kill a normal adult on the spot, or even turn him into a corpse.
But now this young master Li is perfectly fine. Although he is pale and looks exhausted from excessive indulgence, he is still a living person. It's just that his yang energy has weakened to the extreme, and he looks like he won't live much longer.
"An extraordinary destiny?"
Feng Bingwen frowned and looked at the solemn-faced patriarch of the Feng family beside him. This was the person with whom he had a karmic connection. Because of his wealth and philanthropy, the number of good deeds he had provided to Feng Bingwen was close to ten thousand.
So even if the old man himself wasn't the problem, Feng Bingwen still decided to come and take a look. After all, the fact that the eldest son, who liked to be a ghost knight, had become a source of anxiety for him, and he was constantly depressed.
"Special physical condition?"
Feng Bingwen currently only has these two guesses: this young master Feng must have something extraordinary about him, otherwise he would have been killed by the resentment in his body long ago.
"But what level of ghost did this guy provoke?"
Feng Bingwen was very curious about this. Most ghosts could hardly even harm people. Those that could absorb yang energy from living people were considered to have become powerful.
Such a malevolent aura, which lingers even in broad daylight, still clinging to the body with its lingering resentment and capable of even taking the lives of the living, is truly rare.
This can no longer be considered an ordinary ghost; it is clearly a ghost cultivator with legitimate cultivation methods. Otherwise, even a vengeful ghost filled with resentment would be unable to leave such a thick layer of yin energy on a living person.
"Even the City God doesn't care?"
Upon that glance, a series of doubts arose in Feng Bingwen's mind. Perhaps there was no city god to govern this sparsely populated, remote town.
But in a place like this, there are naturally incense offerings and deities to suppress the local area. If any evil spirits dare to approach, the city god will suppress them with thunderous force; this is their duty.
"...Traveling through the Five Sacred Mountains, my fame spreads throughout the Eight Seas. The Demon King bows his head and guards my abode. All evil and filth vanish, and the Daoist Qi endures forever."
While Feng Bingwen was sizing up Young Master Li, the Taoist priest who was performing the ritual, relying on the power of the altar, chanted incantations and successfully cast a spell to purify heaven and earth.
Instantly, a pure aura rose up, transforming into a purifying force that landed on Young Master Li, who was facing the altar. The spell, powerful enough to evaporate ordinary vengeful spirits and ghosts, weakened the black aura surrounding him, reducing it by nearly half.
The old Taoist priest, who had already opened his Yin-Yang eyes, showed joy upon seeing this scene, but before his smile could fully bloom...
Then, the black aura that had just been weakened on the young master suddenly surged, not only returning to its original full strength but also seemingly possessing its own will. It rose into the sky, transforming into a pitch-black skeleton, opening its gaping maw, and letting out a roar at the old Taoist priest. An invisible soul-stirring sound rushed straight towards the old Taoist priest.
puff!
The altar shattered on the spot, and the yellow cloth, talismans, peach wood... all the things with the power to suppress evil and drive away evil spirits were torn to pieces. The old Taoist priest who had just painstakingly cast a divine incantation spat out a mouthful of dark blood, and his face turned pale at a visible speed, startling the servants and maids next to him who screamed in alarm.
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