Chun Xiaobai asked around and finally understood what was going on.
Ninety-nine percent of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect's disciples were Female Disciples, and they practiced a cultivation art called the "Chaste Heart Art of the Enchantress."
As a result, the city's specialties were all manner of rouge and face powder.
Naturally, most of those who came and went were female cultivators, too.
Lu Qingshan kept looking around along the way, his expression tense and his eyes darting about.
Bai Yutang sidled over curiously and whispered, "Um... Elder Lu, you don't have to be nervous. Our Great King's here. Even if the sky falls, he'll hold it up."
"Get lost!" Lu Qingshan shoved him away.
Beside them, Chun Xiaobai said with a sly smile, "You're afraid those old flames of yours will recognize you, aren't you?"
Lu Qingshan's old face reddened, and he stiffened his neck in protest. "Piss off!"
"I've kept myself pure my entire life! I've never sullied myself with such cheap painted beauties!"
"You have no idea. The Ten Thousand Flowers Sect may be a Righteous Path sect, but they practice arts that nourish yin and replenish yang. Any man who crosses hands with them ends up with either a damaged foundation or all his yang energy drained. Not one meets a good end."
"Uh!" Chun Xiaobai froze.
He glanced at Lu Qingshan. So the old fellow was afraid those women would suck him dry.
With that face of yours? Even if you offered yourself up, they probably couldn't be bothered to take a sip.
"Doesn't that mean a trip to the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect by yours truly would help all our fellow male cultivators dodge danger and save their lives?!"
"No wonder there are hardly any male cultivators in a city this big!"
Chun Xiaobai