Song Lianzhou raised his hand to form a hand seal, his figure moving slightly as he landed a few paces away in a split second.
The wind spiritual energy in the air gradually condensed. Those men in black naturally sensed it, and a trace of scrutiny entered their gazes as they looked at Song Lianzhou.
“This person is a cultivator?”
The voice was very low, but Song Lianzhou’s hearing was exceptionally sharp, so he still heard it.
They did not know that he could perform magic, which meant they were not sent for [Song Lianzhou], but rather for his disguised identity.
However, hiding under his disguised identity, he had not interacted with anyone at all. Who could have sent these men in black?
Composing himself, Song Lianzhou raised his voice and said, “Elder brothers, I have no grudges or enmity with you. Breaking into my room in the middle of the night, what is your intention?”
The men in black did not answer. Exchanging glances with each other, they lunged at Song Lianzhou from both sides once more.
Song Lianzhou raised his hand to block the palm wind coming from opposite him, feigning being forced back several steps. Through the brief exchange of blows, he had already probed out the other party’s strength late Golden Core stage.
He turned again to dodge the attacks of the others, discovering that the five or six men in black present were almost all at the strength of the early Golden Core stage or above.
Although they posed no threat to him, the Golden Core stage was also considered strong among ordinary cultivators. To be able to summon so many strong individuals at once to hunt him down meant the other party’s background was by no means trivial.
Song Lianzhou deliberately suppressed his cultivation, avoiding frontal combat and only dodging flexibly. Through several rounds of engagement, Song Lianzhou clearly sensed that the other party’s moves were not intended to be fatal, and the occasional aggressive killing blows were also deliberately steered away from his vital spots.
It was as if they did not want to kill him at all, but merely wanted to subdue him.
In an instant, countless possibilities and countermeasures flashed through Song Lianzhou’s mind, and he finally made his decision: If you do not enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch tiger cubs?
Rather than waiting passively for others in the open, it was better to take the initiative and see what kind of medicine was really being sold in the gourd of this person hiding in the shadows.
Thinking of this, Song Lianzhou deliberately left an opening, sensing a palm wind cleaving toward the back of his neck.
He staggered forward a few steps, taking advantage of the momentum to close his eyes and fall unconscious beside the wall.
The sound of shuffling footsteps came from ahead, as if the men in black were closing in around him. Then his hands and feet were bound with coarse rope, and spells capable of suppressing spiritual energy appeared to have been cast upon them.
“Tsk, quite good at dodging after all.” Someone pinched Song Lianzhou’s chin, forcing him to lift his face upward. “To be able to maneuver with us for so long, you still have some strength, but who told you to provoke the Lord.”
Then that hand was smacked away with a slap: “What are you doing? This is the person the Lord has set his eyes on, watch yourself. If you bump or bruise him in any way, see how you’ll explain.”
“Isn’t he fine right now?”
The Lord? Song Lianzhou secretly memorized this, pondering inwardly whether he had ever crossed paths with any powerful figures.
Could it be that the leader of that group of hoodlums had come looking for him?
“Swish” It seemed a sack was pulled over his entire body from head to toe. Song Lianzhou opened his eyes slightly, seeing nothing at all as the sack was pitch-black.
His feet suddenly felt light, and someone hoisted him up onto a shoulder: “Person found, return to report to the Lord.”
Being close, Song Lianzhou suddenly caught a faint, familiar fragrance lingering on the man in black.
This scent was extremely unique, allowing him to immediately understand where the sense of familiarity came from.
That luxurious sedan chair dispersing a fragrant breeze which he had encountered on the main street.
The Full Blossom Tower that was so fragrant it made him sneeze the moment he stepped through the door.
The exact same fragrance.
So they were also people from the Full Blossom Tower?
Several men in black leaped across roofs and walls, flying about completely disregarding whether people lived or died, jarring Song Lianzhou so much as he was carried on a shoulder that he bounced up and down. No matter how good his constitution was, he felt a little nauseous.
He strongly suspected that the men in black had discovered he wasn’t unconscious and wanted to use this method to force him to pass out.
Finally, just as he was about to reach his limit, the men in black reached their destination and entered a room reeking of heavy perfume.
“Plop.” Song Lianzhou was dumped onto a bed, and the black sack covering his body was pulled away.
“Lord, the person has been brought here.”
“Withdraw.”
A low, melodious voice, blended into the swirling fragrance as if radiating perfume itself. The slightly upward-curving ending note was like a hook, winding around a person’s mind and spirit, yet also hissing near the ear like a venomous snake.
The men in black left the room one after another. Song Lianzhou lay on the bed with his eyes closed, dutifully playing the part of being unconscious.
Tap, tap.
Light and slow footsteps, moving from far to near, slowly arrived right in front of him.
Following that, something cold pressed against his forehead, sliding down one side of his cheek, brushing past his neck, and finally coming to a halt at his chest.
A light chuckle fell before him: “Little beauty, since you’re already awake yet still pretending to faint, could it be that you want to throw yourself into my arms?”
Song Lianzhou snapped his eyes open, his right hand fiercely swatting away the foreign object before his chest. At the same time, the person in front of him retreated several steps in succession, cherry-pink robes draped loosely and softly alongside their waist as they smiled: “My, my~ Little beauty has quite the fiery temper.”
Song Lianzhou’s face darkened, his gaze falling upon the jade smoking pipe in the other’s hand. Presumably, that chilly sensation from just now had originated from this.
“Who are you?”
This person had long silver hair falling loosely, garments hanging half-unbuttoned across the bend of their arms, with vermilion pattern markings at the collarbone. Every gesture fanned up a small breeze of fragrance, making them look precisely like a coquettish, flirting butterfly.
The coquettish flirting butterfly smiled charmingly: “The beauty doesn’t recognize me? That’s just wonderful, we can cast aside all identities and constraints, and freely become a pair of happy mandarin ducks~”
“You are Yuling Chun.” Song Lianzhou’s voice was resolute.
The interior decoration of the room was just as luxurious as the Full Blossom Tower, exuding the familiar, suffocatingly heavy scent of perfume, coupled with those men in black respectfully addressing him as “Lord”—the identity of this person was already glaringly obvious.
“You guessed it?” Yuling Chun teased, “Then why not simply submit to this Tower Master? This Tower Master has always been exceptionally patient with beauties~”
Seeing Yuling Chun slowly approach, Song Lianzhou quickly retreated two steps until his back pressed against the chilly edge of the bed: “Tower Master Yu, today is our first time meeting, right?”
“Incorrect. The very first glance on the street today, I took a fancy to you…” Yuling Chun closed the distance within a few breaths, his fingertips wandering across Song Lianzhou’s face, “—to your pretty face~”
“That first glimpse was already breathtaking, yet I didn’t expect the little beauty was wearing a disguise. However, the little beauty’s true appearance is even more to this Tower Master’s taste~”
Song Lianzhou’s heart sank: Back in the inn tonight, he had already removed his disguise technique.
He had racked his brains for ages without figuring out when on earth he had provoked this person, and could only forcefully turn his face away: “However, this is my first time seeing the Tower Master, so I don’t like you either. Please exercise self-respect, Tower Master.”
“You don’t like me?” Yuling Chun blinked. “It doesn’t matter, anyway I don’t like you either~”
“???” Shocked beyond measure, Song Lianzhou even blurted out curse words, “If you don’t like me, then what the heck are you sleeping with me for?”
Yuling Chun laughed so hard he trembled all over: “You are such a strange person. This Tower Master wants whoever he wants, what does liking or not liking have to do with it? Besides, without feelings, isn’t it all the more convenient to make a clean break when we part ways?”
Song Lianzhou: “…”
Song Lianzhou understood now. This person was a thorough and complete pervert!