Had Yan Lingxiang really invited a few beautiful half-demon women back to his lodgings?
Somewhat surprised, Wang Yu got off the bed and slowly left his room, stepping into the courtyard outside.
On the nearby path, a man was staggering toward this courtyard, supported by two half-demon women with fluffy ears atop their heads.
The man was tall and large, without a single hair on his head-a bald brute with a fierce, fleshy face. He reeked of wine, his eyes were bleary, and his large hands roamed restlessly over the two half-demon women's buttocks, making them giggle.
It was not Yan Lingxiang at all, but an unfamiliar human cultivator.
Wang Yu was a little surprised, but after a moment's thought, he began to realize who the man was.
The bald man was most likely the Spirit Puppet Sect disciple who was also staying here.
Looking thoroughly drunk, the bald man swept his bleary gaze toward Wang Yu, seemingly by chance, then suddenly laughed and said:
"Boy, who are you? You look like you're skulking around. Were you peeping? Take a blow from me first, then we'll talk."
The moment he finished speaking, the bald brute stamped both feet against the ground and spread his arms wide. Like a giant eagle, he soared into the air, gliding several zhang before dropping toward the courtyard where Wang Yu stood.
At the same time, a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan clawed toward Wang Yu's shoulder with a vicious rush of wind.
A body-tempering Might Warrior!
Wang Yu was slightly surprised. Only recently, he had been thinking how few people practiced body-and-magic dual cultivation, yet now someone who also cultivated a body-tempering art had abruptly appeared.
Only an immortal cultivator who had trained in a body-tempering art would dare recklessly close in