Daoist Arts

Nothing happened that night.

Lu Sheng made no further moves. He merely used Yang Essence to slowly replenish his body's depletion, preparing for the cultivation to come.

The next day, he rose early, before the sky had even begun to lighten.

Attended by the maids, he washed, dressed neatly, took his sachet, and slowly stepped out of the bedroom.

Outside lay a small garden, complete with ornamental rocks, a brook, and a red pavilion with a four-cornered roof.

As Lu Sheng emerged, he happened to see a handsome young nobleman in the pavilion, one hand kneading the breast of a Female Guard beside him. The two flirted and teased each other as though no one else existed.

Searching through Huang Jing's memories, Lu Sheng immediately recognized the young man.

Yuan Jikong, the eldest son of the manor's garrison general. Like Huang Jing, he spent his days indulging in wine and women without restraint, drowning himself in pleasure and living as though in a dream.

Huang Jing would at least occasionally sober up and feel grief and indignation for the vast dynasty steadily marching toward its end. This man, however, was entirely different.

Yuan Jikong was naturally amorous and strikingly handsome, and his father held a high position. The number of girls he had ruined was beyond counting.

Together with Huang Jing and Shi Tonghao, the three were infamous throughout the Ring Chives area where the manor stood. Everyone knew their foul reputation.

But Lu Sheng himself understood that Yuan Jikong and Shi Tonghao were only able to run rampant everywhere by borrowing the Moon Prince's manor's prestige.

Compared to those two, Huang Jing was actually not particularly obsessed with women. He preferred drinking; it was only after becoming muddled by drink and being led astray by the pair that his