Whether it was the demonic path or the righteous path, there was essentially no difference.
He remembered it deeply—the faces of those Righteous Dao Cultivators when they collected Spirit Stones back when he had passed through Black Mountain Pass.
"Jackals from the same lair."
He was weak, so he empathized.
If, in some future year, I become a Nascent Soul cultivator, will I still be able to keep the pure heart I have today?
Wang Yu did not know, and did not dare ask himself!
"Senior Brother, we've reached the place with the female cultivators. Have you taken a fancy to any?"
The words of the people around him pulled Wang Yu back from his thoughts. He looked toward the garden on the right.
A crowd of beauties—some plump as Yang Guifei, some slender as Zhao Feiyan, each with a different graceful charm—were either playing the qin, whisking tea and swaying fans, or singing softly and dancing lightly, each displaying her own strengths.
There were young girls like tender branches and fresh leaves, modest and pretty as jade from a small household.
There were noble young ladies with bright teeth and clear eyes, slender waists and delicate hands.
There were mature elder sisters, graceful in figure, alluring and sensual.
Too many, far too many... a whole flock of orioles and swallows, leaving the viewer dazzled and unable to tear himself away.
Even though it was not their first time here, Han Fei and Yang Shan still stared until they were dazed, and said involuntarily:
"If I could live here for one day, I'd be willing to die on the spot."
"One day? I want seven!"
"Hehe, as long as the lords enjoy yourselves."
Wang Yu looked at their ugly conduct, his heart as still as an ancient well. Just a