Several figures were faintly visible in the warm, milky-white bathwater.
The man had honey-like skin, smooth muscle lines, and wet, black hair plastered to his full forehead.
They either lean against the pool wall or casually fiddle with the petals.
The woman had a curvaceous figure and skin as smooth as jade; she was like the most elegant mermaid in the pool.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like seaweed, and her red lips parted slightly.
Her eyes sparkled with allure, revealing her stunning beauty without any hesitation.
Their bodies were almost touching in the water, and the occasional physical contact carried a deliberate provocation and an unspoken allure.
The jade steps and soft couches surrounding the pool present a different scene altogether.
There was a stunningly beautiful young man wearing only a thin, transparent silk veil, and barefoot.
A delicate gold chain adorned her ankles, from which hung tiny gold bells that jingled softly as she walked.
He knelt beside the soft couch and gently fed the woman a peeled crystal grape.
Not far away, a tall woman, wearing a scarlet silk dress with a very high slit and adorned with tiny gold sequins, leaned against a gold wine rack.
She didn't serve anyone; she simply stroked a crystal glass filled with amber-colored wine with her fingertips.
His eyes swept across the room with a dazed look, a faint smile playing on his lips.
...
These men and women all possessed striking good looks and figures, and every movement seemed meticulously designed, exuding languor, provocation, and undisguised sexual allure.
They chuckled softly, their voices like feathers brushing against the heart.
Or their eyes meet, and sparks seem to fly in the air;
Or their bodies move close yet subtly, their skin glowing alluringly under the light.
The air was filled with a humid heat, sweet fragrance, and the aroma of alcohol, all intertwined with these vibrant and enticing scenes.
It forms a viscous web of desire that makes one's blood boil.
A veritable paradise of wine and meat!
Through the last few layers of silk, Qin Zhaoyue's mind was filled with only these four words.
Despise King Zhou, understand King Zhou, and become King Zhou!
Just then, a figure appeared silently, blocking her view.
Qin Zhaoyue's face darkened, and she reached out and pressed her palm against his cheek, forcefully pulling it outwards.
Get out of the way!
Broken Ink: ...
Her Highness is, after all, an unmarried woman. What kind of behavior is it for her to stare at such a scene?
In other words, if Suimo hadn't offered his advice in person, he would have definitely been spat on by Qin Zhaoyue.
Who? Who is she? Man Fengjing is looking into her reputation.
Arrogant and extravagant!
Qin Zhaoyue feels incredibly cheated right now; what did she do to deserve this kind of reputation?
Look at what's in front of us now, what are all those games we played before?
Tsk tsk tsk, Aunt Xinniang is shameless. It's hard to imagine how well she eats.
At this moment, a strong thought filled someone's mind: I want one too!
Upon seeing someone, the men and women's first reaction was that their owner had returned.
However, they soon discovered that this was not the case.
The newcomer was the gang leader, followed by five unfamiliar faces, while their master was being held and his fate was unknown.
this……
Everyone panicked and a flurry of activity ensued.
Those in the hot springs didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly got up and knelt all the way out in a mess.
"The boss!"
The God of Wealth did not respond, and looked at Qin Zhaoyue and the others again.
Now we see the power of the Dice Goddess; all those in the Golden Pool Palace are the fruits of her careful cultivation.
It wasn't just for her own enjoyment, but also for serving the most powerful and influential people.
If they are hiding their identities, then keeping these people around must be of great use.
Dou Zhan ignored the erotic scene, maintaining his aloof persona, and uttered two more words, "The inner palace."
The God of Wealth was stunned; this request left him completely bewildered.
He hesitated for only two breaths, and the next moment, a phantom image of a prison appeared around him.
"Alright! Let's go to the back hall."
We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board. This is a brutal warning: the God of Wealth has absolutely no room for maneuver.
He practically roared those words, and the prison cell immediately dispersed.
In the blink of an eye, his back was covered in cold sweat.
The men and women kneeling before him were dumbfounded.
They don't understand martial arts cultivation, and most of them aren't even clear about the distinction between the three realms.
The bizarre prison that appeared out of nowhere stunned them, and they instinctively felt fear, so they all knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Some of the more timid ones trembled uncontrollably.
They may be inexperienced, but anyone could see that the leader was currently at a disadvantage.
What exactly happened to the Nine Gates?
The God of Wealth dared not delay for a moment, and used his true energy to propel the wheelchair.
The stunningly beautiful woman who was the first to come out to greet us was also within the prison's coverage area.
Although it was fleeting and not the primary target, one could still instantly sense the chilling and sinister atmosphere emanating from it.
His face had lost all color, and he was now kneeling on the ground, trembling.
Moreover, in the rear hall... she pressed her forehead against the white jade bricks, and at this moment she did not mention the matter of continuing to push the wheelchair.
Qin Zhaoyue naturally followed, and she was also very curious about what was hidden in the back hall that Xuanji Guard insisted on going to.
Bypassing the Golden Pool, it is the center of the entire hall.
The area behind was covered with large curtains, and through the gaps one could glimpse what appeared to be a large "rest area".
Extravagance and other vices are numerous.
After leaving through the back door, there is a long corridor about a hundred paces long.
The layout is unusual; apart from some ordinary potted plants, the corridor is completely empty.
There's no need to create such a large distance between the front and back halls.
Qin Zhaoyue carefully sensed the surroundings but found nothing unusual on either side of the open space, and proceeded to the front of the rear hall.
The front hall had wooden doors, but the rear hall had heavy doors made of black iron.
It was made of the same material as the door used to enter the underground palace, only larger and heavier, and it didn't have any locks or mechanisms.
Without needing the God of Wealth's head to speak, Dou Zhan placed both hands on the black iron gate.
Because this door truly has no mechanism, it can only be opened by brute force.
It was no surprise that a Divine Martial Realm expert would take action, and the Xuan Iron Gate slowly opened inward.
Even those who hadn't touched the doors could feel their weight.
Furthermore, Dou Zhan accurately sensed that even a fifth-grade cultivator would find it difficult to force open this gate; a fourth-grade cultivator would be necessary.
As soon as a crack appeared, a completely different scent from the front hall rushed in, instantly tearing apart the sweet, cloying fragrance that lingered around the nose.
The hall was very dark, but when the light from outside shone through, the scene inside was quickly revealed.
The faint hope shattered in an instant, and Qin Zhaoyue frowned deeply.
As the door opened, she smelled a strong, pungent mixture of odors.
It smelled foul, salty, and fishy, with a strong medicinal odor, and a faint, almost imperceptible... sour, rotten smell of despair.
Behind the door was not a more luxurious sleeping quarters, nor was it gold and white jade, but rather cold, heavy black stone walls.
Under the dim light of the wall-mounted oil lamp, countless low iron cages were densely packed together...
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