carriage. The woman, with eyes like water, looked at him, but he still didn't reach out to pull her over. Unable to help herself, she stepped into the carriage.Ning Shu followed behind the carriage....Could he really be a monster raised by the master

Ning Shu doesn't know.

Zhou Wu Chang said, "I can't even see through this young man's cultivation. But since he is wielding a sword once used by the Divine Venerable, when the Divine Venerable returns from seclusion, Master Uncle should ask him about it then."

Ning Shu nodded and then asked Zhou Wu Chang when he had come looking for him. Only then did the other party explain his intentions. He wanted to invite Ning Shu to go down the mountain to buy some things, after all, even cultivators could feel stifled after practicing for a long time.

He agreed without hesitation.

"Are you going down the mountain with him"

Ning Shu nodded, while Zhou Wu Chang had just been beaten almost to the point of spitting blood by him. Hearing this, he immediately looked at the handsome and cold young man with vigilance.

Cang Ming's light eyes stared at the person, his thin lips uttering a sentence: "I'm going too."

Ning Shu and Zhou Wu Chang descended the mountain, followed by a young man who was tall and slender like jade.

This market is not an ordinary market, but one located at the foot of Mount Xiu Dao. Naturally, everything sold here is related to cultivation, with people coming and going, making it a lively scene.

Many women along the way have been captivated by Cang Ming Sheng's excellence.

Zhou Wu Chang couldn't help but mutter to himself about beauty being a perilous thing. When the young man's eyes, cold and piercing, met his gaze, he shivered involuntarily and quickly looked away.

Ning Shu didn't really want to buy anything, but she felt a new kind of excitement.

Actually, this market isn't much different from a mortal one. They sell all sorts of things here. You can even find spirit pets favored by female cultivators, as well as sachets and silk scarves.

Ning Shu couldn't help but stop in front of a stall.

His gaze fell upon a sword tassel, which was made of white jade. However, this jade was incredibly translucent and exuded a frosty chill. This couldn't help but remind Ning Shu of Shen Wu Zun; the other party also possessed a sword.

He couldn't help but purse his lips. The other party was so good to him, a single flower just wasn't enough.

I wonder if the Divine Lord will accept this sword tassel

Although unsure, Ning Shu still voiced her question about how much the sword tassel cost.

"Seeing his clothes from the Tianzong sect, the boss's eyes lit up slightly. He understood this was a big deal: 'Young master, this sword pendant costs five spirit stones!'"

Five Spirit Stones are equivalent to a month's worth of sect stipend.

And Ning Shu happened to have five spirit stones. He felt that he probably wouldn't be of much use. After some hesitation, he spent all five spirit stones.

Hold that sword in your hand.

Ning Shu turned around and saw Cang Ming staring at his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

He hid the thing away and said, "Let's go."

But Cang Ming suddenly said, “I have a sword.”

The young man's pale lips were tightly pressed together, revealing a cold indifference.

But Ning Shu looked over with a face full of confusion, not quite understanding what the other person meant by saying there was a sword. He nodded and said, "I know, that's the one your master gave you"

"That belongs to me." Cang Ming frowned slightly, his voice laced with a cold arrogance.

Ning Shufu nodded absently. He saw that Zhou Wuchang had already purchased some things. The few of them then went up to the Xian Lou for a cup of tea.

The opposite side was an unknown place. A window had been opened, and several women in simple robes were waving their sleeves as if beckoning passersby.

The rouge scent is very strong.

Ning Shu raised her eyes to see this scene, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Zhou Wu Chang was slightly taken aback, revealing a somewhat strange and ambiguous expression: "Master Ning, do you want to go in and have a look"

Cang Ming followed her gaze, and the next second, Ning Shu realized that her line of sight was blocked by a hand.

He: “”

Ning Shu helplessly pulled the boy's hand down, feeling that his hand was icy cold. She shivered involuntarily and then said, "What is across there"

Zhou Wu Chang said: "The brothel."

Ning Shu showed a slight expression of astonishment. Zhou Wu seemed unconcerned, shrugging and saying, "Those who go there are all seeking pleasure and entertainment, disciples who don't strive for progress. Yuan Yang is very precious to those who cultivate the Dao, it wouldn't be wasted in such a place."

Ning Shu remembered that he had been staring at that direction just now, her cheeks flushed involuntarily, and she quickly turned her gaze away.

But Cang Ming beside him was staring at his pale red neck. It was like soft white jade, stained with a brilliant color.

The boy didn't take his eyes away for a while, just stared for a long time.

Ning Shu, however, did not notice his gaze and continued talking to Zhou Wu Chang about matters of cultivation. It was only when Zhou Wu Chang seemed increasingly uneasy and suddenly stood up that she realized something was amiss.

He frowned, as if he had encountered something troublesome.

Ning Shu couldn't help but ask, "What happened"

Zhou Wuchang's face was somewhat grave. He said, "I seem to smell the aura of a demon cultivator."

Cultivators of the demonic arts are notoriously cruel and ruthless, their goals always at odds with those of the righteous. Wherever they appear, misfortune inevitably follows.

Ning Shu heard this and couldn't help but frown: "Should we go back to report to the sect"

Zhou Wu Chang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid when we go back, this demon cultivator will have vanished without a trace." He pondered for a moment. "This demon cultivator's aura is very faint; it might just be one person. Let's follow him first and see what he wants to do."

Ning Shu nodded in agreement.

They didn't expect the demonic cultivator's aura to vanish right before they reached the brothel.

They stood at the door, the scent of rouge and powder from the women wafting over: "Come in, sir~"

Zhou Wu Chang glanced at Ning Shu, moved his lips and said: “..Ning Shi Shu....”

Ning Shu understood his meaning, nodded, pursed her lips, and only hoped that if Si Kong Hengyu knew that his apprentice had entered the brothel, he wouldn't be angry.

Cang Ming followed behind, he was extremely handsome. Even though he was cold and aloof, many girls' gazes were fixed on him.

...it was only because of his expression, which seemed to say "keep away or face death." ...

Ning Shu and Zhou Wu Chang finally managed to get rid of those girls' harassment. They followed the demonic energy all the way upstairs until they stopped in front of a private room.

"That's it." Zhou Wuchang transmitted the message telepathically.

Ning Shu nodded.

They just have difficulty pushing the door in, but they still want to go in; there are other ways.

Zhou Wu Chang said, "I'll go outside the window to prevent this demon cultivator from escaping. You go in with him and see what this demon cultivator wants to do."

Ning Shu and Cang Ming concealed their auras. Perhaps this demonic cultivator's cultivation level wasn't very high, or maybe he was letting his guard down.

They came in very smoothly.

They had nowhere to hide but under the bed.

Only a woman of beauty and a man, seemingly about thirty years old with a sullen countenance, were seen in the room. The two were sitting there, clearly enamored with each other.

The demonic cultivator was rubbing the woman in his arms, his hands and feet being very indecent.

The woman was kneaded by him into a puddle of water, clinging to his neck. The two became entangled, even neglecting the wine and water on the table.

Ning Shu's face involuntarily flushed. He hadn't expected to see such a scene at all.

She couldn't help but lower her long eyelashes, her eyes trembling slightly as she subconsciously shifted her gaze away.

Just the next moment, he met a pair of eyes.

Chang Ming was staring at him with those light-colored eyes. Ning Shu was slightly startled and realized that the distance between them was a little too close.

He couldn't help but take a step back, but Cang Ming pulled him closer.

The next second.

The demon cultivator stopped his movements, as if sensing something. "Are there other people in your room"

That woman softly said, "...How could there be other people in my room Haven't I always been yours"

Ning Shu dared not move even a bit, though he had already pressed against Cang Ming's chest.

His face flushed.

Just then, the demon cultivator paused for a moment, suspicion flitting across his face. When he realized there was nothing amiss in the room, he resumed whispering sweet nothings into the woman's ear.

Ning Shu remained rigid, leaning against Cang Ming's body.

The boy's body, like that of any other person, was somewhat cold. There was a hint of chill to it, a frosty aura that bore a resemblance to Sir Kong Hengyu's.

He couldn't help but wander in thought for a while, then he realized the bed was moving.

Ning Shu couldn't help but look over quickly, and discovered that the two people from before were gone from their original spot at some point.... So that meant, now the two of them, were in bed.

A man's panting, mingled with a woman's seductive moans.

Ning Shu was so embarrassed she almost wanted to dig a hole in the ground. Heaven knows she didn't want to hear about this kind of live "Spring Palace" scene at all.

While Cang Ming seemed not to notice his awkwardness, he lowered his head. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his lips, which held a slight chill, brushed against his ear. His tone was flat as he asked, "What are they doing"

Ning Shu: "..."

He pursed his lips, and only then did he remember that the other party might just be a monster. He probably didn't understand this kind of thing, but despite that, Ning Shu still said with a bit of embarrassment, " ... I don't know either, don't ask me!"

But Cang Ming continued, “That woman sounded very comfortable.”

Ning Shu's cheeks flushed: " ... Shut up."

He took a deep breath and motioned for the boy to stay silent. If they were discovered by the demon cultivators, all their efforts would be in vain.

Ning Shu listened and soon realized something was wrong. The woman had initially been joyous. But at some point, her voice transformed into one of pain.

His heart skipped a beat.

I understand that this demonic cultivator is harming people, so I can't just stand by and do nothing!

He instantly sprang up from under the bed. The demonic cultivator, upon seeing another person in the room, immediately released the woman he had been draining of her essence. With a fierce glare, he snarled, "Damn brat, you dare interfere with my affairs!"

He let out a roar and charged straight for Ning Shu's storefront.

Ning Shuxin was startled. He had never fought another person before. For a moment, he lost his footing and took two steps back. But a figure darted in faster than him, blocking the demon cultivator's palm strike.

That demonic cultivator took half a step back, his face darkened with gloom and surprise: "You...who are you!"

Cang Ming raised his eyes, lips tinged with frost and cold air slightly parted: "The one who takes your life."mistress of Shao Shuai's manor."The general's deep voice came over.Ning Shu's heart skipped a beat, he looked up. Meeting the general's pair of ink-blue eyes, after a long while, he opened his mouth a...