At the entrance to Drunken Flower Pavilion.
Those calling for customers called for customers, those playing the zither played the zither.
Behind beaded curtains, graceful, snow-white bodies swayed in seductive curves to the music, their gazes incomparably bewitching, each one a vision of temptation.
On the stage, dancers whirled gracefully, their slender waists swinging broadly. The ladies serving wine wore exquisite, elaborate long dresses that revealed jade-like legs. Their beautiful eyes gleamed as though they were watching their prey.
So long as a man entered this place, none would not forget the way home in pleasure.
Their faces wore foolish smiles, utterly bewitched and intoxicated.
At that moment, a woman in white embroidered with plum blossoms stepped through the doors, her expression blank as she surveyed the scene before her.
It was Yu Qinghan, searching for someone.
"An demon formation?"
Yu Qinghan's phoenix eyes swept over the invisible aura shrouding Drunken Flower Pavilion, her oval face filled with icy severity.
This vast pavilion had already been concealed by demons. Any man who entered would be bewitched until he could not move another step.
While all beneath heaven were drunk, she alone remained sober.
That was how Yu Qinghan felt now.
Before her sprawled a scene of decadent splendor. The stench of demons was revolting and could be smelled everywhere.
She stood at the entrance to Drunken Flower Pavilion like a pine tree that had stood tall for a hundred years, unyielding and resolute.
Her phoenix eyes flashed like lightning. No one dared meet her gaze wherever it fell.
Her broad cloud-embroidered robes fluttered in the wind, as did wisps of dark hair around her bangs.
As time passed.
Before long, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the entrance, strange emotions lurking within them.
Yet Yu Qinghan merely stood there, as though she had become the very center of Drunken Flower Pavilion.
"Where is my husband?"
Her red lips parted. Though her magnetic voice was not loud, every word struck the ground like iron, cold as frost.
A Red Embroidered Lady carrying tea sneered. "Miss, there are many women who come here every day seeking their husbands, and plenty leave in disappointment. Why not look at these men and see which one is willing to go back with you?"
"Isn't that right, sir~?"
As Red Embroidered Lady spoke, she let out a coquettish laugh and asked the men below.
"Hehe, beauty, beauty..."
Yet the man beneath her no longer had any awareness in his eyes. He looked as though his mind had gone muddled, capable only of grinning foolishly.
Yu Qinghan's expression was still as water. With neither haste nor delay, she walked toward her and said mildly,
"You set this demon formation quite well. It suits me perfectly. But next time, don't set one."
Confusion flashed across Red Embroidered Lady's face. Her pupils abruptly changed color as she prepared to deal with this woman.
The next instant, a thunderous boom rang out.
Red Embroidered Lady's body was sent flying, smashing heavily into the wall. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across it.
The violent impact smashed several wooden tables apart. Dishes shattered one after another, and fruit platters, roasted meat, and pastries all fell to the floor.
When Red Embroidered Lady landed, she transformed directly into a gray fox.
Quite a few prostitutes and dancers around them witnessed the sight, and the atmosphere instantly turned tense.
The entire hall fell silent.
The next moment, all their pupils changed color. Their pupils split apart, and sharp roars burst from their mouths—a beast's show of intimidation.
"A cultivator! Kill her!"
Fox faces emerged across their features, hideous and grotesque.
The dancers released the dazed men in their arms, their bodies turning into gusts of wind as they charged toward Yu Qinghan.
There were more than ten of them at a glance.
Waves of demonic wind swept in, tightly surrounding Yu Qinghan.
Yet she looked utterly unconcerned.
The crystalline water-droplet pendant flickered faintly.
A long halberd, jade-green from end to end and sharp as frost, appeared in midair wrapped in fish-scale-like True Qi, parallel to the ground.
"Thud!"
Yu Qinghan gripped the halberd in midair and drove it into the floor, producing a deafening crash.
"Boom!"
An overwhelming killing intent surged outward, rippling from Yu Qinghan as its center.
The surrounding Fox Demons were sent flying at a touch. Terrifying gusts erupted like a raging storm, sweeping through the area.
The demonic winds dispersed.
Yu Qinghan did not even raise an eyelid as she said flatly, "If you call out your leader, perhaps she may be able to trade blows with me."
"As for you lot, you are still far too lacking."
As soon as she finished speaking, incomparably tyrannical dark-blue True Qi erupted from her body, enveloping the entire floor.
In an instant, a dragon's roar sounded from within the double-bladed halberd.
A phantom blue dragon more than a dozen zhang long appeared, coiling around the halberd at its center.
Then, with merely a light sweep, every demon was torn to pieces beneath the True Qi.
Blood mist sprayed across the air. Not a single demon remained standing on the entire floor.
The scene was a complete mess. The first floor had practically been destroyed.
"Are you truly going to press me so relentlessly?"
A seductive woman slowly descended the fragrant-wood staircase, her voice cold beyond measure.
Yu Qinghan replied evenly, "Why did you impersonate my husband?"
"You think I captured your husband? So you tore down my establishment?"
The seductive woman laughed from sheer rage, gritting her teeth in hatred.
This husband and wife were both nothing good.
"Wasn't that the case?" Yu Qinghan raised a brow.
"That no longer matters. I only want you dead!"
Seeing that nearly all her subordinates had died, the seductive woman's fury had already twisted her heart.
Demonic power abruptly erupted from her body as she charged at Yu Qinghan.
At the same time, Zhao Huai and the others gradually approached Drunken Flower Pavilion.
"So this is Drunken Flower Pavilion?"
Lu Wanqiu looked toward the end of the street, yet she could not sense even a trace of Demonic Qi. Confusion appeared on her face.
"That's right."
Zhao Huai nodded. With the Demon-Revealing Eye fate on him, he could not possibly be mistaken.
The Demon-Revealing Eye could track Demonic Qi and guide him all the way. Even if the other party fled to the ends of the earth, it would be useless.
Only Lu Wanqiu and Zhao Huai had come on this trip. Yan Jing had not arrived.
Zhao Huai was merely guiding the way. With a Foundation Establishment cultivator leading the charge, there should not be much of a problem.
Very soon, they reached Drunken Flower Pavilion. The moment Lu Wanqiu arrived at the entrance and touched the restriction there, she realized something was wrong.
"There's actually a demon formation here? No wonder I couldn't sense any Demonic Qi." Lu Wanqiu said in sudden realization.
"Demons can set up formations too?" Zhao Huai found it rather bizarre as well.
"It isn't only demons. Ghosts can do the same. Ghost walls and ghostly misdirection are, to some extent, formations set by ghosts." Lu Wanqiu explained seriously.
Zhao Huai nodded as though enlightened.
"I'll be right back. Wait here for me."
Lu Wanqiu stepped through the front entrance and entered Drunken Flower Pavilion.
She had changed clothes as well. She was no longer dressed in those tattered garments, though she still wore that green-embroidered slit long dress.
Zhao Huai watched her retreating figure but had no intention of going inside.
Instead, he stood on the ground and looked up at the pavilion.
Suddenly, Zhao Huai saw a startling sight.
Beneath the pitch-black night sky, a slender figure wielding a long halberd streaked across the air and shredded a mass of black qi on the spot. She was truly terrifying.
"That figure looks so familiar."
Zhao Huai felt certain he had seen that figure somewhere before.
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