"You just returned to your cave dwelling a while ago, and I thought you would come out to find us soon. I didn't expect you to still be in there at this time," Long Ao Potian said, looking at Wu Tao with surprise.
He patted Wu Tao's shoulder and continued, "This trip to the Sea God's Ruins was truly perilous. Don't you think we brothers should find a place to relax and relieve the pressure in our hearts?"
Wu Tao's lips twitched. He couldn't help but think, *Are we that close?* However, recalling that Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian had just saved his life not long ago, even the most tactless Wu Tao wouldn't say such a thing to their faces. So, in the end...
"Alright, stop rambling! Hurry up and pack, and come out with us!" Long Ao Potian waved his hand, interrupting Wu Tao.
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In just the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Wu Tao had packed everything and stood before Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian. Long Ao Potian sized Wu Tao up with a glance, then laughed heartily and said, "Heh, brother is going to take you to a great place today!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, Wu Tao looked at Long Ao Potian, then at the somewhat helpless Chang Pingqian, and his heart was filled with doubt. In his memory, Long Ao Potian, while extremely loyal, was also incredibly unreliable. He had done too many unreliable things since they met. Wu Tao had reason to suspect what kind of "great place" Long Ao Potian was referring to.
...
"Damn, what's with that look in your eyes?" Seeing Wu Tao's slightly contemptuous gaze, Long Ao Potian's face turned dark. He grabbed Wu Tao with a large hand and dragged him outside, urging, "Let's go, let's go!"
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After flying for a day and a night on their spiritual artifacts, covering about a thousand kilometers, Wu Tao, Long Ao Potian, and Chang Pingqian stopped on a bustling street in the center of Biliu City.
"I shouldn't have believed you," Wu Tao said, standing outside the brightly colored street and looking at Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian with helplessness. He continued, "I thought you two were at least gentlemen, but I didn't expect you to bring me to a place like this."
"What gentlemen? Nonsense. Mutual love, the union of fish and water, it's all natural. What's wrong with that?" Long Ao Potian immediately retorted.
Chang Pingqian chuckled and chimed in, "Our Taiyi Immortal Sect is too strict in this regard... In this cultivation world, struggling and cultivating is already extremely arduous. If there's no pleasure, then cultivating the Dao is too bitter... Now that we finally have some time, can't we three have some fun?"
"Besides, I'm forty this year, Long Ao Potian is thirty-nine, and you're thirty-eight. At this age, for mortals, we're already in middle age. Kids can already buy salt. Don't be so rigid!"
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This prosperous street belonged to the Red Dust Bliss Sect. Compared to dominant forces like the Taiyi Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Demon Gate, which occupied entire prefectures, the Red Dust Bliss Sect was an extremely small sect, not much stronger than an ordinary medium-sized immortal cultivation family. The leaders of the Red Dust Bliss Sect were only a few Core Formation stage cultivators; they didn't even have Nascent Soul stage cultivators. If the Red Dust Bliss Sect had anything special, it was its motto: "Three thousand li of mortal dust - not envying eternal life, not becoming an immortal, falling into the mortal world, to be a gigolo!"
Inside the street, there were countless magnificent palaces, resplendent and brightly lit, their radiance flashing, making them incredibly luxurious. Melodious and high-pitched music drifted from the great halls, intoxicating listeners.
Seeing this, Wu Tao couldn't help but frown. He shook his head and asked in confusion, "Almost everyone in here is a cultivator, with very few mortals. Yet it's so luxurious. It doesn't look like the cultivation world, but more like a demon realm that pulls people in."
Long Ao Potian smiled dismissively and replied flippantly, "Cultivators are also human, not immortals who have severed all emotions. Every cultivator has seven emotions and six desires. Don't you also have an ambiguous Xu Sheng?"
"This street is a place where cultivators from tens of thousands of li around come to relax and enjoy themselves."
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The rich aroma of wine wafted down from the sky. A magnificent building, dazzling and brightly lit, stood in the center of the street.
"Good wine, definitely a thousand-year vintage, peerless fine wine!" Long Ao Potian tilted his head back, gazing at the wine palace in the sky with a look of intoxication. He then said to the other two, "Tonight, it seems a top-tier great cultivator is hosting distinguished guests here."
"Even Core Formation and Nascent Soul stage cultivators who have cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years have such refined tastes?" Wu Tao asked in surprise.
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Chang Pingqian shook his head and explained, "There's nothing surprising about that. Junior brother, the higher you go, the colder it gets. The path of cultivation is endless. Why must one only cultivate arduously?"
"There are myriad paths to cultivation. Different people have their own unique Dao. Some people's Dao is to live their entire lives in the mortal world..."
The bustling street was equipped with all sorts of entertainment facilities, attracting many passing cultivators to stop and enjoy things they couldn't normally access... Business here was quite good, which also boosted the business of the surrounding markets. The thirty li of mortal dust offered tens of thousands of ways to relax and entertain oneself, filling the area with a decadent atmosphere...
As soon as they entered the street, the scenery ahead suddenly opened up, giving them a dreamlike, hazy feeling. The songs of orioles and the beauty of swallows made them feel as if they were in a drunken dream, with the occasional sound of silver bells that could incite men's desires. Long Ao Potian's eyes suddenly lit up as he stared intently at the charming and alluring female cultivators passing by, their seductive eyes darting, their tops revealing their shoulders.
By the standards of the current era's cultivation world, the attire of the women here was quite bold. Most of them wore sheer, flowing long dresses of various colors, so thin it seemed they would tear if gently pulled. Their waists were deliberately cinched, making them appear slender while accentuating the curve of their hips. The neckline was also deliberately opened wider, not only vaguely revealing half of their fair and delicate bosoms but also making their graceful necks appear even more prominent, coupled with their coiffed hair. Clearly, the high-ranking officials here deeply understood the psychology of male cultivators. Their attire seemed to have no overt issues.
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The faintly visible white bosoms, the subtly curved waist and hips, the exceptionally prominent neck skin, combined with the naturally good looks of the female cultivators, were enough to satisfy a normal man's fantasies of his lover. Long Ao Potian beamed with pride and turned back to say, "Brother Wu, this is a great place. I'm an old acquaintance here."
"I could tell you know this place very well. Do you need to say it?" Wu Tao grumbled in his heart but didn't want to dampen his spirits. He let Long Ao Potian arrange things. After all, he hadn't come here with any particular intentions! As for Chang Pingqian, he usually seemed quite honest, with no hobbies other than forging with fire, yet he surprisingly had a lecherous heart.
Compared to Wu Tao's indifferent attitude, Long Ao Potian was much more eager. He reached out and grabbed two seductive, scantily clad female cultivators who walked past them. Holding their hands, Long Ao Potian produced two mid-grade spirit stones and weighed them in his hand. He smiled and asked, "Two little beauties, take brother to the best place here, and these two mid-grade spirit stones are yours."
At this moment, Long Ao Potian was holding a delicate girl in each hand, teasing them and making the two charming and alluring female cultivators giggle incessantly. Meanwhile, Chang Pingqian had also found two beautiful female cultivators with good looks and figures, enjoying the feeling of having one on each arm.
Seeing this, Wu Tao couldn't help but step back, putting some distance between himself and Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian, looking as if he didn't want to associate with them. It wasn't that Wu Tao considered himself too noble and truly disliked female beauty. It was just that in his free time, he would inexplicably recall Xu Sheng's unforgettable cheerful and optimistic face, and the sorrowful back of Bing Menglu before she left. Only when immersed in cultivation could he temporarily forget about the two of them.
Wu Tao had known Xu Sheng for over a decade, yet their relationship remained unclear. Their statuses were separated by a thin veil from being soulmates, but neither was willing to be the first to break it. And then there was Bing Menglu, with whom he had had a physical relationship. These tangled and unbreakable matters were already troublesome enough, and Wu Tao didn't want to add new complications.
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Finally, Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian, along with the four charming and alluring female cultivators, found an archway nearby and walked straight in. Inside the archway was an extremely luxurious place of pleasure. The avenues were paved with jade, and the walls were carved with countless erotic paintings, each posture looking incredibly blush-inducing. Who would have thought that the "immortals" who were held in such high regard by mortals were so similar to them?
The scent of women's perfumes wafted throughout the entire archway. In the center of the archway's basement was a large hot spring pool! Countless beautiful women were frolicking in it, their white bodies completely exposed. The cultivators who worked here were all at least of average or above-average appearance. They unreservedly displayed their beauty here. This was a women's world, and of course, a paradise for men.