The Whole Sect Is Acting Strange Chapter 54

Chapter 54

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Zhuyou was ultimately a demon, or rather, an ignorant one, with a lust bigger than ordinary people and the audacity to match, shameless and devoid of manners.

Pei Yunshu drank half a jug of cold water, and he calmed down completely. If every time Zhuyou got aroused, it would affect him too, then next time he would simply avoid seeing, hearing, or feeling anything, but he doubted that would work…

Suddenly, Qingyue Sword outside emitted a sharp sword hum. A streak of green light flashed, and the sharp tip of the sword aimed menacingly at Zhuyou’s lower body.

Zhuyou looked down along the sword tip. “…”

Was it necessary to cut off something he didn’t like?

Qingyue Sword eagerly approached.

Zhuyou closed the book, calmly locking eyes with Qingyue Sword for a moment, and then turned and walked downstairs.

Pei Yunshu saw that he had frightened Zhuyou away, and his face relaxed. He should let the flood dragon know that he wasn’t so easy to bully. Zhuyou might not understand, but he did. Some things could only be done between dao partners, and the scene where Zhuyou buried his face in his chest was simply absurd.

He had said it many times; if there was a next time, he would cut off Zhuyou.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the window. Pei Yunshu snapped back to reality, and he got up and walked to the window, looking out at the street market.

The streets on both sides were already crowded with people, and the central road was cleared, with cows and sheep acting as a path. There were people behind playing drums and gongs, and further back was a sedan chair made of red gauze.

As the bearers took a step, the layers of red gauze swayed along with them.

But despite the swaying gauze, outsiders couldn’t see the face of the person in the sedan chair because half of their face was covered by a mask, with only a pair of eyes peeking out.

Pei Yunshu looked back and saw a child holding a sign with the words, “Young Master Qingfeng of Nanfeng Pavilion, Coming out tonight.”

He had read about such men and women in books, seemingly dwelling deep in the mortal world, and they were often bought and sold for their first encounter.

Pei Yunshu sighed. He was about to shift his gaze away when he noticed Young Master Qingfeng, who was sitting in the sedan chair, looking in his direction. He pulled down half of his mask and moved his lips several times.

This person seemed to say, “Save me.”

His expression tensed, and he looked at the procession from beginning to end again. Everyone had no spiritual power, and this was under the jurisdiction of Shanshui Sect. The people at the foot of the mountain greatly respected Shanshui Sect, and they would never dare to do anything wrong in front of the immortal cultivators.

Pei Yunshu took out a piece of paper and folded it into a paper crane. He infused it with spiritual energy and let the crane fly out of the window, diving into Young Master Qingfeng’s sedan chair below.

After a while, the paper crane returned intact. It flew back to Pei Yunshu and spoke, “I’d like to trouble Senior Immortal to save my life.”

Pei Yunshu waited patiently for the next sentence, but after a moment had passed, he and the paper crane stared at each other, and the next sentence never came.

Did he even skimp on asking for help with just one sentence?

Pei Yunshu grabbed the paper crane and descended the stairs. The people in the inn had already rushed to the roadside to watch the spectacle. Only Bai Lige and his two companions remained at the table, enjoying their food and alcohol.

When they saw Pei Yunshu coming down, they greeted him with smiles. “Is Yunshu awake?”

Pei Yunshu glanced at Zhuyou. The flood dragon was sitting upright, his gaze meek, and he didn’t dare to look at Pei Yunshu.

That was more like it.

The inn was bustling with activity outside, but it was quiet at the table. Pei Yunshu took his seat, and then asked Hua Yue, “You said there’s a new brothel tonight, is it the one mentioned on the sign outside, Nanfeng Pavilion?”

Hua Yue replied, “Yes, it’s that one. There are many beauties inside. I’ve been to so many brothels and entertainment districts, and Nanfeng Pavilion is just as good, if not better.”

Pei Yunshu shared the content of the message carried by the paper crane with them. Then, when he looked out the window again, the procession had already passed by the inn. The sound of drums and gongs gradually faded into the distance.

Nanfeng Pavilion was located at the end of the market street. Normally, there were no people there, but this parade had attracted pedestrians to follow along. Some bold and lustful cultivators even joined the procession, feeling unrestrained.

“I was planning to go to Nanfeng Pavilion tonight to see what’s happening,” Bai Lige said, “so it’s a good opportunity to see what this Young Master Qingfeng is all about.”

“With such a grand spectacle, Young Master Qingfeng must be extraordinarily beautiful,” Hua Yue asked curiously, “Beauty, did Young Master Qingfeng reveal his appearance to you when he asked for help?”

Pei Yunshu hesitated for a moment. Upon reflection, he couldn’t recall Young Master Qingfeng’s appearance. There were many layers of gauze covering him, and Pei Yunshu only remembered his eyes.

Cold and piercing, completely calm, without any rouge, unlike the debutantes in the entertainment districts.

“No, I haven’t,” he replied. “I’ll find out when I see him tonight.”

Inside Nanfeng Pavilion, people were coming and going, and the crowd below was in a frenzy. Pei Yunshu and his group didn’t sit down but stood outside the crowd, watching the performances on stage.

The fragrance wafted from all directions, with a subtle hint of aphrodisiac in it. Handsome men roamed the stage, and the air was filled with the scent of alcohol and seduction.

Pei Yunshu had already sealed his nose and mouth with spiritual energy and even handed a bag of Clear Heart Pills to Zhuyou, telling him to take one if needed.

The Clear Heart Pills were sweet, and Zhuyou swallowed them one by one, expressionless, as if he were eating candy.

The aphrodisiac effect was only for entertainment purposes, but Zhuyou didn’t know the Clear Heart mantra, so this was the best Pei Yunshu could do.

The enchanting music continued for a while, and then the dancers left the stage. Young Master Qingfeng, with half a mask covering his face, stepped forward.

Hua Yue was excited. “He’s here, he’s here! Young Master Qingfeng must be a great beauty. The performance is bound to be intense.”

Others shared the same thoughts, and the seated guests began to make noise. Pei Yunshu could even hear someone boasting confidently that they had brought plenty of silver.

Pei Yunshu looked up at the stage, and Young Master Qingfeng had just taken off half of his mask.

But to everyone’s surprise, although Young Master Qingfeng was naturally handsome, there was a deep scar on the side of his face, revealing where the mask didn’t cover.

The scar crossed over half of his face, and even with his exceptional looks, the scar made him look repulsive.

The crowd was in an uproar, and some people began to curse loudly.

Young Master Qingfeng’s expression remained unchanged. He scanned the crowd and, under the escort of a servant, retreated from the stage.

Pei Yunshu said, “Let’s go and take a look.”

He concealed his presence and followed behind Young Master Qingfeng. While Nanfeng Pavilion appeared simple on the surface, Pei Yunshu followed the man as he made several turns, seemingly wandering through a maze.

It wasn’t until the people in front entered a room that Pei Yunshu realized that it had become unnaturally quiet around him.

He looked behind him and saw a long, dark corridor. His companions, including Zhuyou, had disappeared, and he didn’t know when.

Pei Yunshu’s expression turned serious. He gazed down the corridor, but he couldn’t see how far it extended. He drew out Qingyue Sword and threw it into the corridor. The sword flew towards the end, and the sound of it cutting through the air gradually faded away.

Pei Yunshu’s ears twitched, and he swiftly turned around, catching Qingyue Sword that flew towards him from behind.

Qingyue Sword had flown from behind but had come from the front. Pei Yunshu realized that he had unknowingly stepped into a formation. He had no idea if Zhuyou and the others were also trapped in this formation.

Gripping Qingyue Sword tightly, Pei Yunshu focused and calmly proceeded towards the room Young Master Qingfeng had entered.

The corridor was dark, but Young Master Qingfeng’s room was warm and well-lit. As Pei Yunshu entered the room, he looked towards the wooden bed behind the curtain.

Young Master Qingfeng silently sat on the bed, raising his eyes to look at Pei Yunshu.

The thin gauze curtain didn’t reveal any emotion in his eyes. Pei Yunshu used Qingyue Sword to lift the curtain, and as it lifted, everything became clear.

Young Master Qingfeng said, “So, the immortal has truly come.”

Pei Yunshu tightened his grip on the sword and remained silent as he stared at Young Master Qingfeng.

Young Master Qingfeng’s eyes were calm, and his face showed little expression, but he looked past Pei Yunshu’s shoulder and said, “Aren’t you coming out?”

Pei Yunshu’s eyebrows twitched, and he moved to the side. The position where he had stood was suddenly moved by the wind, but before he could discern where the person behind him was, he was embraced tightly.

Black hair brushed against his ear, his arms were held tightly, and someone’s warm breath caressed his ear, accompanied by a teasing voice. “I gave Yunshu a Spring Palace painting, so why is it returned to me in tatters?”

Zouyu held Pei Yunshu, and with a low chuckle, he continued, “Thanks to Yunshu’s kindness, otherwise, I would have had to spend more effort to capture you.”

He gently sniffed the fragrance in Pei Yunshu’s hair, his deep eyes slightly intoxicated.

By the bed, Young Master Qingfeng stood up. His attire changed, and he was now dressed in black, with a golden peony embroidered on his chest. He looked at Zouyu and said, “Be careful not to be counterattacked by him.”

Zouyu chuckled and, in the next moment, he dodged to the side. A sharp gust of wind slashed his shoulder, and blood stained the edge of his clothes.

If he hadn’t moved fast enough, his neck might have been cut open by that deadly strike.

Zouyu sighed deeply. “Beauty is truly fierce.”

Pei Yunshu’s eyes burned with determination. He broke free from Zouyu’s grip and aimed the sword at him.

His cultivation and combat skills had improved significantly since the incident at Spring Breeze Pavilion. However, in just a few exchanges, Zouyu effortlessly danced around his attacks, his long whip around his waist remained motionless, and his every move became more flirtatious.

Pei Yunshu’s expression turned cold. He was determined to hurt Zouyu even at the cost of self-injury. Zouyu noticed his intention and used the curtain to bind Pei Yunshu. He then took out a sachet from his sleeve.

Pei Yunshu looked at the sachet with a jump in his heart. What was this?

“This is quite a valuable item,” Zouyu said with a smirk. He used a small knife to expose the red powder from the sachet.

Pei Yunshu was extremely familiar with this substance; it was the same powder he had encountered at Wuzhi Peak.

How did Zouyu have this?

Zouyu approached Pei Yunshu, his hand covered in spiritual energy, holding the red powder. “If Yunshu inhales this powder and the first person he sees afterward is me, we can continue what we left unfinished in the Fox Clan’s secret realm.”

He approached closer, in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Pei Yunshu. Pei Yunshu glanced at the powder in his hand, then his lips curled into a smile, and he called out, “Zhuyou!” 

Zouyu raised an eyebrow and looked towards the door. However, he only heard a tearing sound beside his ear, Pei Yunshu freed himself from the gauze curtain on his body, grabbed Zouyu’s hand, and aimed the powder at his face. 

The red powder danced in the air like a demon. Pei Yunshu hastily retreated, about to break through the door, but he was stopped by Young Master Qingfeng in front of the door. 

Young Master Qingfeng looked at him like stagnant water. Pei Yunshu retreated step by step. He glanced at Zouyu, gritted his teeth, then returned to Zouyu, lifting Zouyu’s chin and forcefully opening his eyes. 

The pair of irises, tinged with exotic blue, shrank suddenly upon seeing Pei Yunshu.

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