Perfume Captivates the Heart

As Zhao Sanchong departed with profuse expressions of gratitude, worry surfaced on Zhao Xiaobao's face. "Young Master, would you please reconsider. Although the Wang Family is a local Cultivation Family in Ganzhou, they are extremely ruthless. Fifty years ago, the Chen Cultivation Family was exterminated by the Wang Family's hand. Not only did every single member of the household fail to escape, but it also almost implicated our Zhao Family."

Zhao Sheng waved his hand, saying calmly, "No need to reconsider. Ganzhou is a place of thin spiritual energy, and cultivators are exceedingly rare; the Wang Family is even the only Cultivation Family in Ganzhou. If I don't approach their family, who else can I look for?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaobao wanted to speak but hesitated, ultimately refraining from further persuasion.

He knew that once the young master's mind was made up, no one could change his thoughts.

Can the young master really manage to marry a woman from the Wang Family? When the time comes, he must absolute not use force!

Thinking of his own young master's behavioral style, Zhao Xiaobao felt even more deeply anxious.

Zhao Sheng did not know that his loyal servant had zero faith in him, as he had his own plans.

After three years of bitter seclusion training, he had already elevated the Azure Sea Tide Rising Art to the Great Completion realm, possessing internal family true qi with a full thirty years of refinement; his cultivation level was no lower than any first-class expert in the Jianghu.

If one added his several martial arts restored to their peak realms, he reckoned that aside from an Innate Grandmaster, he was fully capable of dealing with any martial artist below the Innate level.

This point had been verified by the Zhao Family's clan elder, the Half-Step Innate Realm Zhao Taizhen.

Zhao Sheng always plotted and then acted. This trip to Moling City naturally came fully prepared.

The first step of the plan started with a fragrant powder shop.

Three days later, Zhenxiang Pavilion, a time-honored fragrant powder shop in Moling City, quietly changed proprietors.

Ten days later, Zhenxiang Pavilion rolled out a new type of product called perfume.

Unlike traditional fragrant powder, perfume did not require any puffing of powder; one simply sprayed it casually on the body.

Moreover, it not only possessed a long-lasting fragrance but also carried various natural floral scents.

The birth of perfume quickly sparked a sensational effect. All the female guests who had tried it were intoxicated by it, one after another becoming loyal fans of perfume.

However, the female customers who could afford perfume were few and far between.

This was because it was simply too expensive.

A single small bottle cost twenty taels of silver.

The inventor of perfume was naturally Zhao Sheng. This was the ultimate weapon he had specially prepared.

There were no women who did not love beauty, and similarly, very few women could resist the charm of perfume.

If one said there was any difference between the women of a Cultivation Family and mortal women? Three words were enough to describe it, which was "not lacking in silver."

Therefore, Zhao Sheng intentionally set the price of the perfume extremely high. His intention was naturally to "filter out" his target figures.

The Wang Family could not be completely isolated from the world, and the females of their family would occasionally go out shopping, while Moling City, being closest to Fragrant Swallow Valley, was undoubtedly the best place.

Time passed quickly, and a month later.

In an exquisitely landscaped small courtyard, the new manager of Zhenxiang Pavilion, Zhao Sanchong, was reporting the situation of the recent days to Zhao Sheng.

"Young Master, targets number one and number two have come to buy perfume for the third time recently. The two of them claim to surname Wang, so this subordinate believes there is a very high probability that these two people are members of the Wang Family."

"Oh, did they buy all the perfume clean again this time?" Zhao Sheng asked with interest.

"Yes, these two women simply treat silver like dirt, and their lavish spending is frightening. Every time they show up, they won't stop until they sweep the perfume clean," Zhao Sanchong replied excitedly.

He felt that his young master was truly too formidable, successfully luring out the Wang Family's women with one simple trick.

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng felt the timing was about right, and thus decided to begin the second step of his plan.

Consequently, he instructed, "When they come next time, you release the news of the new variety of perfume. Then, do this and that."

Hearing this, Zhao Sanchong nodded repeatedly, and then excitedly went off to receive his orders.

Three days later, a luxury carriage pulled by four tall, fine horses slowly stopped at the entrance of Zhenxiang Pavilion.

A grim-faced, tall, middle-aged coachman reached out to lift the carriage curtain.

Two young maidens in the springtime of their youth stepped down from the carriage. One wore red clothes, possessed an egg-shaped face, and delicate facial features. The other wore a sky-blue ruqun, possessed a voluptuous figure, and a cold, striking countenance.

Upon seeing the two arrive, the female attendants of Zhenxiang Pavilion instantly regained their full spirit, because high-rollers had arrived. One sharp-witted attendant immediately ran to the back to report the news to the manager.

Zhao Sanchong had guessed correctly; these two women were indeed people from the Fragrant Swallow Valley Wang Family. The one in red was named Wang Yuyan, and the one in the blue ruqun was named Wang Yuqi. The two were half-sisters sharing the same father.

Between the two, Wang Yuyan called the shots. As soon as she entered the door, Wang Yuyan specified that she wanted to buy perfume.

The female attendants had long since received instructions, and thus intentionally delayed for a couple of sentences.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Zhao Sanchong had already hurried to the Main Hall.

Upon seeing the two, he immediately cupped his fists in a salute, saying, "Two distinguished guests, I am the manager of Zhenxiang Pavilion. I am truly very sorry! The shop's perfume has just sold out and is temporarily out of stock."

Wang Yuqi had a hasty temper, and upon hearing these words, her phoenix eyes instantly stood upright as she shouted tenderly, "Manager, we aren't short on silver, don't try to fool me. Is the perfume truly sold out?"

Zhao Sanchong swore, "It is the absolute truth! Zhao dares to swear to the heavens that the perfume is truly gone. However—"

"However what?" Wang Yuqi immediately took up the conversation.

Zhao Sanchong intentionally hesitated for a moment, until the two were almost unable to refrain from urging him, before saying hesitantly, "The shop actually still has a kind of perfume unique in this world. It's just that it's not for sale."

"Not for sale?"

Wang Yuyan smiled coldly and said, "There is fundamentally no such thing as not for sale in this world, only the question of whether the silver is enough. Quite coincidentally, the thing the two of us least lack is silver. Manager, name your price!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sanchong's entire face instantly turned into a bitter melon, and he bent over repeatedly, cupping his fists to beg for mercy as he said, "This young lady, you are truly wronging this old fellow. My young master repeatedly and solemnly reminded me that that kind of perfume is only gifted to those with affinity, and cannot be brought out to be sold."

A woman's curiosity was sometimes larger than a cat's.

With Zhao Sanchong putting it this way, Wang Yuqi's curiosity spiked, and she immediately asked, "Who is your young master? Why would he say such a thing?"

Zhao Sanchong said with a face full of pride, "My young master originates from the Nanyang Zhao Family. Not only is he supremely intelligent, but he is also versed in both literary and martial arts—truly deserving to be called a natural-born prodigy."

Wang Yuyan did not care in the least about Zhao Sanchong's words. So what if the young master in his mouth was a natural-born prodigy? He was merely a mere mortal after all, so how could he compare to a cultivator?

Wang Yuyan inquired, "Your young master said the perfume is only gifted to those with affinity. Then do you see the two of us looking like people with affinity?"

Hearing this, Zhao Sanchong was inwardly overjoyed, while hurriedly suppressing his excitement as he said with feigned difficulty, "The distinguished guests are making things difficult for this old fellow. How would I know who the person with affinity in the young master's mouth is?"

"Hmph, playing the misterious! Where is your young master? Take us to see him immediately." Wang Yuqi had yet to experience much of the world, and in her impatience, she took the initiative to walk right into the trap.