Spirit Vessel

“Shi Lan, rest well for another two days and I’ll come back to talk with you again since this is an important matter. Just focus on healing right now.” Feiyun said before leaving for Ximen Chuixiao’s place.

He didn’t notice Shi Lan’s strange expression and thought that she was still young despite her cultivation mental fortitude. Romance could easily distract anyone.

People weren’t rocks and were susceptible to their emotions.

Meanwhile, Shi Lan who was left behind became anxious. She finally removed the blanket, revealing her blushed cheeks. She was covered in sweat as if she had just taken a swim in the river.

She let out a long breath before closing her eyes.

***

Feiyun knocked on Ximen Chuixiao’s door while holding a bottle of wine and frowned due to some of the breathing and moaning coming from the other side.

“Who is it?” Ximen Chuixiao asked.

“The moon and stars are bright tonight, are you interested in having a drink with me?” Feiyun asked.

“Ah, Brother Feng, coming…” Chuixiao opened the door while wearing a loosed robe tied by a belt. His muscular chest and thighs could be seen.

He invited Feiyun inside. The latter immediately smelled perfume and other scents in the air. On the ground was a pink undergarment with a flower embroidery. On the bed were two alluring beauties.

Their hair was a mess, the same for their dress. A hint of red could still be seen on their cheeks.

Feiyun naturally understood what the three were doing just now. It seemed like he had interrupted their good time.

Nonetheless, he didn’t feel bad about it at all and frowned: “Brother Ximen, your love life is rather colorful, where did you find these…”

However, he was interrupted when one of the women tossed a pouch of coins toward Chuixiao: “Honey, not bad at all. Here’s a tip, I’ll find you again later.”

As the two women were leaving, they stole glances at Feiyun - looking like wolves wanting to eat him.

Afterward, Ximen Chuixiao happily checked the pouch to see the amount.

“So you’re the prostitute here…” Feiyun furrowed his brows.

“80 wormhole spirit stones, they must be someone important, maybe the wives of a sect master or something.” Chuixiao put the stones away and said: “Brother Feng, you misunderstood something. They appreciated my talent and my good looks. You know, it’s hard for a man to resist, that’s why I invited them here to chat.”

“You need to be on the bed to chat?” Feiyun sneered.

Of course, it wasn’t wrong for a young man to partake in a romantic endeavor. Their hot blood and ample vitality demanded so. Otherwise, a build-up would have negative effects.

Feiyun himself was such a man and didn’t have a problem with it. Alas, his only disciple had a crush on Chuixiao so he must do something to help her.

“We started by just talking about the dao. Their cultivation was impressive and the more we chatted, the more impressed and excited I became. I decided to play a tune for them and we immersed ourselves in the music, inadvertently reaching paradise, how beautiful. Of course, let me make something clear, I am a professional musician and a proper guy who didn’t have any intention of making this physical.” Chuixiao said.

“So they forced themselves on you?” Feiyun asked.

“No, but they mentioned paying ten times the spirit stones, no man could resist that offer.” Chuixiao revealed, causing Feiyun to roll his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the turtle, dragon, and fruit were looking at a spirit mirror.

This was a special treasure belonging to the dragon. They were having a great time spying on Ximen Chuixiao and the two women. All of a sudden, Feiyun interrupted and started chastising Chuixiao.

“Uhh… there’s something wrong with Feng Feiyun today.” The turtle stroked its chin.

“I agree.” The dragon nodded.

These two took up too much space and blocked the fruit from looking at the mirror. It wanted to watch but the turtle said, “children shouldn’t be watching this,” and then kicked it away.

It was awfully curious and started chiming in: “What’s wrong with him?”

“A meat lover suddenly became a vegetarian. I couldn’t believe it before but now, I understand.” The turtle said with a profound glimpse in its eyes.

“Understand what?” The fruit asked.

“Feiyun likes men now.” The turtle said: “The last time he touched a woman was the young princess back in Sixth Central, oh, a consort and a regional princess too. I think that was his last hurrah, the final radiance of a setting sun. He probably got really sad after Liu Suhong’s death, maybe this traumatized him enough to change his orientation?”

“Look, Nangong Hongyan is dead, Liu Suhong is dead, Wu Qinghua won’t leave her tower, and the other women also hurt him. He tried to chase after Aquamoon Saintess but she didn't give a damn about him. Wait, there’s Mo Yaoyao too, but she’s out of his reach because she’s with the king of the ghost market, he must be feeling so much despair.”

“When a man is hurt repeatedly like this, he wants to find someone else to rely on. Sigh, women are no longer reliable.”

“Don’t you see the way he is looking at Ximen Chuixiao? There’s anger and indignation, sure, but beyond that is a hint of gentleness.”

“I don’t see anything.” The fruit opened its eyes wide.

“You’re too young to know the pain of being a man.” The turtle kicked the fruit again and said: “I bet 1 billion spirit stones that he likes men now.”

“I’ll take that bet, no, I raise you another 4 billion stones.” The dragon said.

“How do we prove this?” The turtle was confident.

“That’s easy, just grab a beauty and throw her naked on his bed. If he’s still the same as before, he won’t just stand there and do nothing.” The dragon said.

“No, Feiyun had been with countless kingdom-toppling beauties, regular ones aren’t enough.” The turtle disagreed.

“How about a priestess of Aquamoon?” The dragon wanted to cause trouble.

“Well, that’s acceptable…” The turtle let out a sinister laughter while narrowing its eyes.

***

The moon shined bright tonight. Palaces floated among the clouds, looking like the homes of immortals.

Feiyun and Chuixiao sat together for a drink.

Feiyun poured him a cup and asked: “Brother Ximen, you are a dragon among men, daring to enter the Myriad Race Battlefield all alone, your courage is commendable.”

He suspected that the guy was lying about falling into a corpse pit down into the Path of Reincarnation.

“I actually came with a regional princess, I was a musician in the group and normally… played the flute for her. She went there to train and wanted me to tag along, definitely didn’t take no for an answer. I didn’t realize how dangerous it was and we were wiped out in no time at all. Even the princess was killed, I got lucky by hiding beneath the corpses and was eventually thrown into a pit.” Chuixiao answered.

“Drink, drink.” Feiyun didn’t notice anything off with the answer.

“Your musical ability is wonderful, may I ask who your master is?” He asked again.

“My master is a hidden master so I shouldn’t reveal anything, but if you are curious, my master is… wait, what are the turtle and dragon sneaking off to?” Chuixiao smiled.

Feiyun thought that the guy was trying to change the topic. However, he looked over and saw the group sneaking around.

“Ignore them, they are just bored. Go on.” Feiyun said.

“My master is from a primogenitor grotto.” Chuixiao elaborated and talked about his master.

Feiyun felt that the guy was lying - this guy is mysterious and has a worse lifestyle than I do, I must tell Shi Lan to stay away from him.