Xue Chen was very polite and shared the elixir that Qin Shu brought out equally with Fan Cang.
He frowned and said, "The prison is heavily guarded. All the prisoners are serious criminals. When I approached, the guards immediately drove me away. I haven't found any useful information yet, but I have drawn a distribution map of the external structure of the prison."
Xue Chen placed a simple map on the table and smoothed it out.
Fan Cang took a quick glance, raised his chin and said proudly: "If I can find out something, there will be a way to get into the prison."
Qin Shu and Xue Chen's expressions were indescribable, and they stared at Fan Cang with strange eyes.
They all knew that during this period, Fan Cang, with his outstanding looks and sweet words, had been having a hot affair with a female steward of the Punishment Hall.
Xue Chen said sarcastically, "I heard that the female steward you hooked up with summoned several male slaves to serve her every day. Didn't she squeeze you dry?"
The smug look on Fan Cang's face disappeared, and he said in anger, "I am worth ten male slaves!"
Xue Chen was happy: "Yes, yes, you are the ancestor of dual cultivation, and you have mastered the art of controlling women. Not to mention one female manager, you can control even eight or ten of them."
Fan Cang raised his nose to the sky and said arrogantly: "It's good that you know it!"
Qin Shu heard the two people talking more and more irrelevantly, and coughed softly: "Alright, let's get down to business."
Fan Cang said seriously: "Yanxishan was indeed imprisoned in the water prison, and has been... ahem, ruined by the young palace master.
The young palace master despised Yan Xishan for being like a wooden man, and threw him to the people in the Punishment Hall to play with. These days, many women in the Punishment Hall went to find Yan Xishan for dual cultivation. He must be alive, but I don’t know if he was sucked dry. "
Qin Shu's face turned ugly.
She was not familiar with Yan Xishan, but he was her grandfather's direct disciple after all. Qin Shu felt unhappy when he was humiliated so casually.
Fan Cang was very good at observing people's expressions. Seeing that Qin Shu was angry, he asked tentatively: "Should we rescue Yan Xishan?"
Qin Shu nodded: "The people must be saved, but I have another thing to do. It is said that the Brahma Sound Palace has the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Liquid, and I want it."
Fan Cang looked solemn and said with a headache: "That is the treasure of Fanyin Palace. It may be difficult to obtain it."
How could a sect's most precious treasure be displayed openly?
It must be hidden in a secret room with many mechanisms, or carried by the sect master.
Qin Shu held her chin and thought: "Let's save Yan Xishan first."
The three of them discussed it and took action the next night.
"Damn it, you're so awesome!"
In the room of the female manager of the Punishment Hall, Fan Cang had just finished fighting and was hugging the female manager and playing with her fingertips.
Being praised by the woman, Fan Cang just smiled faintly and said disappointedly: "No matter how powerful you are, you are still not at the foundation building stage. You have no chance to be promoted to an inner disciple and get more resources to improve your cultivation."
The housekeeper lay naked in Fan Cang's arms, playing with the treasure that had made her extremely happy in the past few days.
She smiled tenderly and said, "It's not that difficult to become an inner sect disciple. As long as you are willing to risk it all and become the young palace master's male slave, you can become an inner sect disciple, or even a sect elder in the future."
Fan Cang's eyes sparkled with light, and he asked excitedly, "Fairy, can you help me?"
The female steward drew circles on Fan Cang's chest and said meaningfully: "I made your wish come true. How are you going to repay me?"
Fan Cang expressed his loyalty without hesitation: "I will go through fire and water without hesitation. If the fairy points east, I dare not go west. As long as you need me, I will be there at your beck and call!"
This means that he has to continue hanging out with the housekeeper.
The housekeeper smiled with satisfaction and bit Fan Cang's shoulder hard.
"You'd better keep your word, otherwise I can push you up, but I can also pull you down again."
A hint of gloom and anger flashed across Fan Cang's eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.
He hugged the female manager, pinched her chin and kissed her, and they soon started practicing together again.
It was not until the female steward could no longer bear the stimulation brought by the dual cultivation and cried and shouted, asking Fan Cang to end the cultivation, that she was able to catch her breath.
The female steward looked like she was about to die, staring at Fan Cang with fear in her eyes: "No, I really can't stand you anymore. With your methods, I'm afraid even the young palace master can't stand it."
A hint of shyness appeared on Fan Cang's handsome face, and he dutifully carried the housekeeper to the next room to wash up.
The two of them tossed around in the bathroom for a while, and the housekeeper, who had been served comfortably, was carried out by Fan Cang, feeling weak all over.
The female steward leaned against the bedside, grabbed Fan Cang's hair, and said reluctantly: "You are so powerful, I really don't want to give you to the young palace master."
Fan Cang held the housekeeper's hand, placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, and said affectionately,
"Even if I become the young palace master's person, the fairy will always be the most special in my heart. Only you can make me so crazy."
“Hahaha…” The female manager was so delighted that she poked Fan Cang in the chest and said, “You bastard, you only know how to say nice things to make me happy!”
Fan Cang held the woman's hand and pressed it against his heart: "Every word I say comes from my heart. If you don't believe me, please dig out my heart and take a look."
The female steward said coquettishly: "I can't bear to let you go. All right, go back and get ready. I will send you to the young palace mistress tomorrow."
Fan Cang achieved his goal and sat on the bed without moving, with a somewhat uneasy expression.
The housekeeper asked with amusement: "Why? Is there anything else?"
Fan Cang nodded in confusion: "I wonder what habits the young palace master has in bed?"
The female steward shook her head: "I don't know about that. I only know that she has a big appetite and needs a Jindan Yuanying cultivator to satisfy her. Occasionally, she will look for a strong male slave who has established his foundation to play with."
Fan Cang said with a bitter face: "Then I will be in great danger. If I offend the young palace master in any way, I will probably be silenced. Fairy loves me, I don't want to die early, nor do I want to not see you in the future."
The housekeeper stared at the handsome face of the man in front of her, as well as his unique and strong conditions, and was reluctant to part with Fan Cang.
The image of Yan Xishan being imprisoned in the water dungeon appeared in her mind, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "There may be someone who can help you."
Fan Cang suppressed his excitement and asked eagerly, "Who?"
The female steward licked her lips and said afterward: "A lowly creature who is locked up in a water dungeon and doesn't know what's good for him!"
Yan Xishan, who was disliked by the young palace master, had been bullied by the sect's female disciples many times during this period, and the female housekeeper was one of them.
To be honest, Yanxi Mountain has good external conditions and can be said to be on par with Fancang.
But Yanxi Mountain is like a dead person, without any interest at all.
When he heard the name of Yanxi Mountain, Fan Cang's heart almost stopped beating.
He asked, "Is it the peerless genius Yan Xishan from Linglong Dan Pavilion?"
The female steward smiled lewdly: "Yes, that man looks like a flower from the high mountains, he is not to be desecrated, and now he has become a recognized male slave of our sect, anyone can have sex with him.
I heard that a few female disciples who do menial work have also set their eyes on him and are going to have a taste of him tonight.
A peerless genius? Ha! He is nothing but a poor dog who is tossed around by others at will!"
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