Hu Yang stayed in Small Town for seven days. His father could not change his old habits and spent several consecutive nights in the arms of beautiful women.
One day, Hu Yang secretly followed him and finally discovered the problem. That Red Pavilion was far from simple.
The entire Red Pavilion was filled with a dense Red Powder Bewitching Aura. Once tainted by it, one became addicted, utterly entranced.
After returning, Qing Yin saw the worry on Hu Yang's face and asked what had happened. Hu Yang told her everything about the Red Pavilion.
Qing Yin frowned. "Joyous Union Art? This... this is the Bewitching Divine Skill."
Hu Yang was puzzled. After Qing Yin explained it to him, he was startled and flashed toward the Red Pavilion at top speed.
"Hey, where are you going?" Qing Yin called.
Hu Yang did not answer. Qing Yin flashed after him as well.
Inside the Red Pavilion, Hu Erlang had been bewitched out of his mind, allowing those Red Powder Fox Spirits to toy with him.
A horrifying scene was about to unfold. Hu Erlang lay on the bed with his eyes shut, smiling foolishly.
The Red Powder Fox Spirit cackled and flashed down before Hu Erlang. Her face suddenly changed, transforming into a terrifyingly ferocious visage.
Then she opened her black lips wide, and Hu Erlang's yang energy flowed out of his body and streamed into her mouth.
He wore an expression of enjoyment, completely unaware that his yang energy was being drained.
As his yang energy faded, Hu Erlang grew increasingly sleepy. His face turned pale, and he became listless.
He was too sleepy. Before he knew it, he had fallen unconscious.
The Red Powder Fox Spirit cackled at Hu Erlang's condition and increased the speed of her absorption.
Just then,