The boats would ferry the distinguished guests aboard one by one, then turn and drift leisurely into the depths of the Hui River.
They would be returned to their original pavilions only at dawn the next morning.
And during this night that felt like a journey to the celestial realm, the guests aboard the ships would enjoy pleasures no less than those of immortals, guaranteeing an experience so intoxicating, they would forget to return.
Of course, the spirit stones required for a night spent on this "Celestial Realm" ship were also astronomically high, far beyond what ordinary Qi Condensation cultivators would dare to covet.
"Celestial Realm" enjoyed a legendary reputation among the disciples of the major immortal cultivation families in Qingzhou, known to almost everyone, and was their top choice for revelry.
The reason "Celestial Realm" was so sought after by these disciples could be attributed to two points.
Firstly, "Celestial Realm" offered hundreds, even thousands, of forms of entertainment. Activities like gambling, romance, spirited competition, and drinking were merely the simplest of the offerings.
On this ship, guests could experience virtually anything they desired.
Secondly, it offered a high degree of discretion. Following strict protocols, the identities of their guests were meticulously concealed, making it a preferred venue for disciples of immortal cultivation families with sensitive backgrounds.
One day, a remarkably young man with sharp eyes, well-defined brows, and clad in snow-white attire sat in a pavilion.
Embroidered prominently on the back of his robes was a large character, "Song."
Song Le, usually vibrant, lively, and never idle with his diversions, found himself unable to endure his confinement at the Song family's stronghold after a period of time. He decided to indulge himself at "Celestial Realm."
Song Le wore a smile as he addressed the two men behind him, "Song Ban, Song Li, wait for me here. I'll be back within the night."
As soon as he finished speaking, one of them immediately replied in a deep voice, "Young Master, the Master instructed us, your brothers, to keep an eye on you and prevent you from frequenting places of indulgence. If the Master were to inquire..."
Song Le's brow furrowed, and he fixed his gaze on the two men. "If my father asks, tell him the truth! Stop chattering."
With a flick of his sleeve, he instantly ascended into the air, landing swiftly upon "Celestial Realm."
The interior of "Celestial Realm" was sumptuously decorated. Crimson lanterns and curtains hinted at the subtle strains of music, a feast for the ears. A comfortable, languid feeling unconsciously permeated the heart.
As the ship's doors opened, the first thing that met Song Le's eyes were over a dozen beautiful women, each possessing unique charms but clad in identical attire. They were arranged in two rows, their faces blooming with smiles, as they chimed, "Welcome, honored guests, to Celestial Realm."
Song Le, who hadn't been with a woman for many days, stared dumbfoundedly at these young and beautiful women, momentarily lost in a daze, his gaze fixed upon them.
Because Song Le was handsome, tall, skilled at charming women with his sweet words, and of noble status, he was highly favored by the women in "Celestial Realm."
A dozen beauties adorned in sheer veils, engaged in merriment with Song Le.
They played and frolicked freely, engaging in dice games, guessing games, goblet tossing, and hide-and-seek. This one man and over a dozen women played with great delight, their silvery laughter echoing endlessly across the grand vessel.
Late at night.
The spacious ship cabin, spanning dozens of square meters, was covered in a foot-thick layer of cashmere carpet. There were no other furnishings or decorations.
However, carved into the surrounding walls were numerous lifelike murals, completely unadorned.
Some depicted one woman and one man, others one man with several women, or one woman with several men. Even more daring were scenes of multiple men and multiple women.
At a glance, they were enough to make one's blood boil and pulse race, their realism so profound as to be almost indistinguishable from reality.
Inside the cabin, the man and over a dozen women, all naked, lay intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.
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As dawn approached, Song Le, still unfulfilled, concluded his extravagant night.
The cool morning breeze was invigorating. Song Le, accompanied by Song Ban and Song Li, took to the air and headed back towards the Song family's stronghold.
Just as the trio was nearing the Song family's residence, a figure suddenly emerged from a patch of clouds. It was Wu Tao, who had waited all night.
Wu Tao, wearing a Death Spirit mask and wielding the Chuxi Sword, exuded an intensely dense killing aura, clearly intent on no good.
Song Le, Song Ban, and Song Li exchanged glances. Song Li subtly placed a hand on his waist storage bag, while the other's palm twitched in his sleeve, revealing a talisman. Song Le, meanwhile, produced a renowned Song family treasure, the "Golden Silk Whirling Wheel."
"Attack!"
Almost simultaneously, Song Le let out a fierce roar. A small golden wheel materialized abruptly.
The Golden Silk Whirling Wheel spun continuously, threads of gold occasionally emanating outward. The wind stirred, imbued with an air of profound mystery and subtlety.
This wheel was one of the Song family's secret, incomplete treasures. As the great wheel turned, myriad threads appeared, demonstrating unparalleled might.
Song Li raised his hand, and a high-grade talisman shot forth. With a "bang" in mid-air, it transformed into a giant red net, instantly engulfing Wu Tao.
On the other side, Song Ban flicked his wrist, and a top-tier magic artifact, a seven-story pagoda, flew from his hand. It instantly grew over ten times its size, its surface shimmering with runes, and like a small mountain, it plummeted towards Wu Tao.
The coordination between Song Le, Song Ban, and Song Li was impeccable, yet they had all underestimated Wu Tao.
A shocking sword energy suddenly appeared, shattering the red net instantly. The seven-story pagoda, with a hum, was sent flying.
With two muffled thuds, Song Ban and Song Li were sent flying like discarded sacks, crashing to the ground, dead before they could utter a sound.
Only Song Le, with the Golden Silk Whirling Wheel in his hand, managed to barely withstand the onslaught of sword energy.
Seeing this, Wu Tao's expression remained unchanged. However, the Chuxi Sword in his hand suddenly erupted with terrifying power.
At this instant, the inches-long Chuxi Sword grew wildly against the wind! It stood tall, its sword energy shaking the heavens.
Wu Tao pointed with one hand, and the immortal sword descended towards Song Le, Song Ban, and Song Li!
To avoid any prolonged complications, Wu Tao unleashed his ultimate technique, the Celestial Will Sword Control, from the outset.
Facing such a potent strike, Song Le's face contorted with fear. He formed a hand seal, pushing the Golden Silk Whirling Wheel to its absolute limit, revealing layers of golden, wave-like silk threads.
"Thousand Layers of Golden Silk Suppress the World!"
The golden, wave-like silk threads instantly surged tens of feet into the air, transforming into heavy waves that met the enormously enlarged immortal sword.
To Song Le's utter shock, the immortal sword, almost instantaneously and without any flourish, sliced through the golden, wave-like silk threads that towered tens of feet high.
The terrifying sword energy, with barely any pause, cleaved through and shattered the golden waves.
Seeing his life about to end, Song Le frantically tore open a talisman.
His aura suddenly surged, his entire body enveloped in celestial light. Mysterious runes appeared on his face, neck, and indeed his entire body.
Then, within the radiance, Song Le's form rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant nearly twenty feet tall, his cultivation inexplicably surging to the early Core Formation stage.
"Body Possession, Soul Borrowing. Who are you?"
Wu Tao's face darkened as he asked, staring intently at the transformed Song Le.
"Hmph! Cowardly wretch, hiding your face. You dare to ambush my son, and you still don't know who I am?" A cold voice emanated from the entity possessing Song Le.
Hearing this, Wu Tao's mind raced, and he finally discerned the other party's identity. It was Song Dao Yi, the current patriarch of the Song family.
And as far as Wu Tao knew, such a cultivation technique required extremely complex preparations to be performed on the host beforehand.
It seemed the current patriarch of the Song family had indeed made prior arrangements for his son.
"Wretch, die!" Song Dao Yi, controlling his son's body, condensed lightning energy at his fingertips, launching a massive thunderball towards Wu Tao.
This immense thunderball flew at incredible speed. If struck, it would undoubtedly result in utter annihilation.
Wu Tao gripped the Chuxi Sword, his sword intent surging, and cleaved the massive thunderball in two with a single strike.
Song Dao Yi, true to his status as Song family patriarch, unleashed spells that shook the earth and darkened the sun. He was unstoppable, forcing Wu Tao to dodge and weave in a desperate defense.
After a short while, Wu Tao was panting heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. With every breath, the searing pain made his body tremble slightly.
His body had reached its limit.
Yet, Song Dao Yi, possessing Song Le, was still full of vigor, showing no signs of faltering – such was the terror of a Core Formation cultivator.
Forced into a corner, Wu Tao grit his teeth and unleashed his yet-to-be-mastered technique, the "Forbidden Destruction Sword Art."
Wu Tao's aura gradually intensified, his grip on the Chuxi Sword tightening. Unprecedented brilliance erupted in his eyes!
The destructive sword strike was unleashed from afar.
The sky's sword energy dispersed into points of void-like black holes, swirling and converging, then separating, transforming into a terrifying aura of destruction.
The fearsome destruction sword energy, in an instant, reached Song Dao Yi, who was possessing Song Le.
This destructive sword energy moved with such incredible speed that Song Dao Yi, even possessing Song Le, had no time to turn.
Wherever the destruction sword energy passed, everything collapsed and shattered.
With a single strike, it annihilated Song Le's physical form and Song Dao Yi's sub-soul.
Wu Tao, holding the Chuxi Sword, couldn't help but let a smirk grace his lips.
He let out a booming laugh to the heavens, only to vomit blood the next second. The forceful use of an unmastered technique had inflicted grave hidden dangers upon his body.
While still conscious, Wu Tao slapped a talisman onto himself, transforming into a streak of light and heading towards his cave dwelling.
...
At the same time, in a secret chamber hundreds of miles away.
A pained cry emanated from a jade coffin. Then, with a deafening roar, the thick coffin lid was flung several yards high, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Spiritual energy swirled, and a tall, imposing figure abruptly stood up from the jade coffin.