The red lanterns swayed gently in the wind, their candlelight spilling over the ground, now bright, now dim.
Ren Qing pushed open the brothel doors and strode inside.
The clamor in the hall abruptly froze for half a breath, then returned to its earlier racket, only with a few more teasing laughs mixed in, as if they thought the newcomer had been scared out of his wits.
Ren Qing looked around. On the surface, the brothel was a place of wine, pleasure, and romance; in truth, it was anything but.
A full dozen or so demons were mixed in among the guests. Most were wolf demons, with three or four roe deer demons as well, their fur showing faintly beneath their robes.
As for the soft, coquettish beauties nestled in their arms, they were all fox demons in disguise.
The mortals had had their minds bewitched. All of them stared with dazed eyes, their vital essence more than half depleted.
"Heh."
Ren Qing gave a cold snort. The Demon Cultivators present had only just entered enlightenment at best. They certainly were not qualified to participate in the provincial examination; they had come to Water Mouth City purely to eat people for amusement.
At first glance, the dishes on the tables looked sumptuous, but mixed among them were plenty of human limbs and organs.
As the swarm of demons feasted, they praised the dishes as rare delicacies.
At the same time, in the center of the hall, a pill cauldron made of white bone was releasing wisps of green smoke. The medicinal fragrance was rich, drawing the demons to keep swallowing it down.
During the process of refining the Form Transformation Pill, they could more or less gain some benefit too.
Ren Qing came to a stop before the cauldron. The