Attending the Auction House, Ninth-Layer Verdant Touch Finger

Xu Changqing and Han Su had just arrived at [Fragrant Invitation Pavilion].

The sound of instruments drifted into their ears.

The zither rang with a sharp "zheng zheng," like someone fleeing in panic.

The se played with a murmuring "chan chan," as though in close pursuit.

When the chords joined, they became a languid, heart-tugging melody that intoxicated the listener.

The moment the two impatiently stepped through the doors, their eyes widened.

The entire [Fragrant Invitation Pavilion] was divided into three floors.

The first floor was mostly occupied by low-level Rogue Cultivators.

The second floor belonged to members of Dongqing City's cultivation Lineages.

The third floor was for disciples of top-tier powers or Immortal Sects.

They formed one little circle after another.

Yet they were all doing exactly the same thing.

Most people had beauties nestled in their arms.

Jade hands fed them green grapes.

Red lips passed them spirit wine.

In the pool at the center of the first floor, dancing sleeves stirred wave after wave of fragrant breezes.

The scents of flowers, wine, garments, and bodies lingered without fading.

Slender, supple figures were soaked through, like tender jade-green lotuses swaying amid the morning mist—hazy and indistinct, appearing and vanishing from sight.

As Xu Changqing stood there dazed, a flock of warblers and swallows flowed into view.

"Two immortal masters, I am Red Pearl, the manager of Fragrant Invitation Pavilion. Which floor would you like to enjoy yourselves on?" The leading woman's voice was soft and sweet, her gaze holding thirty percent drunkenness, thirty percent haze, and ninety-four percent autumn waves.

It was Xu Changqing's first time here, so he looked at Han Su.

After mulling it over, Han Su gritted his teeth. "Third floor."

The prices differed from floor to floor.

The higher one went, the more spirit