After Becoming the Hero's Ex-fiancée

After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée Chapter 132

Soul Consciousness Arts (1)

The woman’s fragrant aroma was still lingering on the tip of his nose. Cui Wang stood upright, his handsome eyes covered by long raven-black lashes, curtaining his exposed thoughts.

He raised his eyes to look at her then turned to leave. He had just set one foot out the door when from behind him, came another, “Wait”.

Cui Wang stopped and turned to look at her. He saw Zheng Wan clutching the outer robe with her head tilted at him.

He thought for a moment, then said, “Not nice enough for you?”

Without waiting for her response, he took out a dress from his infinity bag and stuffed it into Zheng Wan’s arms with an impatient look.

“Then, wear this.”

At that, he made to leave, but Zheng Wan pulled him back again.

“Pay before you go.”

Cui Wang was stunned, then heard Zheng Wan counting out on her fingers, “You broke the door as soon as you arrived, that has to be paid; you broke three glazed glass lamps, that has to be paid; you drank a cup of wine, and all those things on the floor—”

She paused and looked at the wine jug, tableware, and fruit plate that had scattered all over the place during their rush of desire just now and said, “These all have to be paid for.”

“If you leave, they will definitely keep me here to serve as their headliner.” Zheng Wan looked at him pitifully, “If a male cultivator forces himself on me, you will be troubled to make another trip.”

“……”

The corner of Cui Wang’s lips twitched. He pulled his sleeve out of her hand deftly and said indifferently, “As a core disciple of the Yuqing Sect’s Zi Xiu Daojun, Purple Cui Daojun, how would a mere Xuan Yi Pavilion dare to force you to do anything.”

Zheng Wan pouted, but saw Cui Wang stop after taking a few steps, then turn around to look at her, “Still not leaving?”

“Let me tidy up a bit.”

Zheng Wan rushed to the mirror. As this was a place for pleasure, it was naturally thoughtfully equipped. There was everything needed for washing and dressing up in the room. Facing the mirror, she neatened her hairdo and clothes that had been messed up earlier.

Cui Wang stood in the corridor and waited.

Now and then, a pleasure-seeker would come out of one of the rooms with a beauty in his arms, and see the cold and aloof white-robed swordsman. Even though he had restrained his overwhelming aura, he was still very out of place with the delicate and alluring atmosphere here, so they all automatically made a detour around him.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of Xuan Yi Pavilion, the hustler and procuress were walking in circles, looking upstairs anxiously. The other peoples’ attention was also not on the dance onstage, and they would glance up to a certain room on the second floor now and then.

“Hey, say, this Li Wei Zhenjun... why did he come to our Xuan Yi Pavilion out of nowhere?”

Putting aside how all the sword cultivators in Guixu Sect were dirt poor and didn’t have the money to come to such places, even if they had money, it was extremely rare for any of them to visit a brothel.

“That… that Zhenjun is really that Li Wei Zhenjun?”

The hustler thought back to the situation in the room just now. If it wasn’t for that face that was so handsome it was like an immortal’s, just going by that aggressive manner, he really seemed like someone who was here to catch an adulterer.

He tsked as he thought, then smacked his leg and said, “No wonder she was dissatisfied with Hua Zhao Jushi.”

He used to think that Hua Zhao Jushi had at least thirty percent resemblance to Li Wei Zhenjun, if not fifty or sixty percent, but who knew, the moment the original came out, Hua Zhao Jushi became a common daylily. The original was a cloud amongst frost and snow, how could someone that grew in the muddy field compare?

He did not even qualify to be a fake.

In another spot, Bai Ling was also holding onto her great-aunt. Her great-aunt was prideful, and even mocked Zheng Wan just now, but who knew—that innate Dao core’s visit to the pleasure house actually brought Li Wei Zhenjun here.

It was like a hard slap in her face!

“That’s Li Wei Zhenjun!” she said tremulously. But when she recalled the stunning glimpse she had just now, she felt that his reputation was not an exaggeration. Even the daughter of the leader of the Taibai Sect, who was known as the number one beauty in the Heavenly Realms, was infatuated with him. Yet, this peerless, unprecedented genius who had entered the Pure Veracity stage at the age of eighteen, actually——

“Li Wei Zhenjun actually has something going on with that innate Dao core!”

Then, she turned to look at the delicate and pure Hua Zhao Jushi, who was keeping a straight face, and all her enthusiasm from before couldn’t help but dissipate.

The sound of glass and porcelain clattering to the ground came from upstairs into the ears of the cultivators who were eavesdropping attentively, ringing like drums in their ears.

The procuress also heard it, and she exchanged looks with the hustler and said quietly, “I once heard it said that the colder and more aloof one is, when doing those things in bed, the more they would be…”

The two chuckled, and their tensed hearts relaxed.

As the saying goes, between lovers, if a quarrel starts at the head of the bed, they should end it at the end of the bed. Seeing that they could still do that, when it was finished, they wouldn’t bother Xuan Yi Pavilion again.

The procuress chased the people who had gathered round away, “Go, go, what has this got to do with you?”

“Let the singing and dancing continue…”

The procuress smiled and went back to greeting the guests again, and soon the atmosphere in the main hall was restored to its former state. Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw the man and woman who she had thought were going to play for a long time coming down one after the other.

The man’s robes were like snow, and his black hair was like a waterfall; he was coming down step by step with his hands behind his back. Under the wide white robe, his entire being seemed like a sharp, unsheathed sword, and no one dared to look for too long.

And behind him, a low-ranking female cultivator followed at his heels; she had changed her clothes.

Her whole body was as pure as snow, with countless dark patterns intertwined. The hem of her skirt fluttered as she walked, and under the overlapping lights, it seemed as though fireflies and butterflies were fluttering around her, dazzling and elegant. It made her entire being exude a mortal charm, and there was still a touch of coquettishness between her brows—extremely clear and beautiful.