Desolate Era: The Ultimate Rogue Cultivator Who Hides Among the Heavens!

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Han Feiyu and Lan Xiaodie moved into this house, which was not large, only about a thousand square meters.

I wandered around for a while...

After Lan Xiaodie tidied up Han Feiyu's room herself, she went to recruit servants.

"Flying sword." Han Feiyu summoned the azure flying sword again and became familiar with it.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The three-foot-long flying sword began to fly and practice between the courtyards.

When used properly, magical artifacts can be just as powerful as spells or supernatural abilities.

It's common for cultivators to fight and kill each other, but mediocre people can't even use a spell properly, let alone control their magical artifacts.

Moreover, when it comes to killing and attacking power, the strongest are of course magical weapons, which can be used immediately.

Although flying swords are common and ordinary, with nine out of ten cultivators possessing one, their low minimum requirement also means their extremely high maximum requirement.

call out!

The flying sword would suddenly stop, then accelerate, and then unleash its power.

The greatest advantage of a sword is that thrust!

Another half hour passed.

Lan Xiaodie's voice sounded from outside the door, and Han Feiyu put away his flying sword and looked towards the door.

"Young Master Han." Lan Xiaodie led in two women and one man, then asked Han Feiyu's opinion, "I've bought three servants to clean and cook. Do you think that's suitable?"

"Okay." Han Feiyu made the decision after only one glance.

The three servants were ordinary young men, all with similar appearances and good manners, so the position was naturally filled.

Lan Xiaodie smiled slightly, then gently and softly instructed, "Listen up, you three."

"From today onwards, you are all Han Feiyu's people. He is a Purple Mansion cultivator, so don't disgrace him when you're out and about. Do your job well."

Upon hearing that the young man in front of them, Han Feiyu, was a Purple Mansion cultivator, the three were immediately shocked.

But he immediately realized that following a Purple Mansion cultivator was much better than being sold into slavery or servitude to those small families.

"Yes, Master."

All three agreed.

Lan Xiaodie smiled at Han Feiyu, as if to say: Young Master Han, I will take care of everything in the manor, so you can focus on your cultivation.

……

Night fell quickly.

The manager of Zuichunlou was also replaced by a new person, who was also a young woman born with innate abilities.

"Steward Bai, why does the City Lord value that Young Master Han so much? He's just a newly awakened Purple Mansion cultivator. The City Lord is much stronger than him."

Outside the main room on the fifth floor, two women stood in front of the railing. One of the older female managers asked the woman in white standing next to her in a low voice.

"Shut up," the woman in white said, glancing at him.

"Yes." The female steward bowed her head and said no more.

Zuichunlou was bustling with activity at the time.

Those who come here tonight are either members of the innate race or wealthy merchants who have traveled far and wide.

Of course, there were also many innate beings, but there was no need to make a big fuss or announce their identities in such a place. They sat either in the attic or on the scattered tables on the first floor.

The maids on either side were having a great time.

Not long after...

Han Feiyu brought Lan Xiaodie in from outside.

"They're here."

The woman in white, the head steward, had been waiting for Han Feiyu's arrival and quickly stepped forward to greet him upon seeing him.

"Young Master Han~"

The woman in white bowed and smiled, "Bai Ling greets Young Master Han and Sister Xiao Die."

Lan Xiaodie just smiled at Bai Ling, and Han Feiyu didn't say anything; she didn't dare to overstep the rules.

"Oh?" Han Feiyu's gaze swept back and forth between Lan Xiaodie and the woman in white, and he smiled knowingly. "You two know each other? Brother Meng is amazing. It's not easy to cultivate innate beings like you."

With Meng Laodeng's strength, he wouldn't be surprised if a few more innate beings like Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling appeared.

The abilities of cultivators in the Purple Mansion realm are not great, but they are certainly not small either.

Bai Ling, on the other hand, is the demure and pretty type; she's quite pleasing to the eye...

"Young Master Han is joking."

Bai Ling stared intently at Han Feiyu, her skin even fairer than Lan Xiaodie's. She raised her hand in greeting, "The city lord will be here soon, Young Master Han, please."

"Okay." Han Feiyu put his hands behind his back, and Lan Xiaodie followed behind. When they passed Bai Ling, Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling looked at each other for a moment, their eyes filled with a strange meaning.

Han Feiyu watched, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Watching plays is one of the greatest pleasures for a wandering monk.

From mundane quarrels to... there's no limit. He's naturally interested in the love-hate relationship between Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling.

Cultivation is a serious matter, but it can become somewhat tedious over time, which is why one needs worldly affairs to relieve boredom.

"Bring the wine."

Bai Ling then arranged for Han Feiyu to sit in one of the private rooms on the first floor, knowing that Han Feiyu was just like that.

"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!"

"Ugh~~~~"

The sounds of the zither, pipa, and xiao.

Exotic dances, fine wine, and music.

Men and women, a sense of springtime vitality is hidden within them.

After one incense stick has burned.

Lord Meng arrived through the main gate with a man and a woman. Today, he was wearing a striking black robe.

Bai Ling stepped forward to greet her.

"Brother Meng, you're a bit late. There was a great performance just now, what a pity." Han Feiyu smiled with winking. Beside him, including Lan Xiaodie, there were four slender women serving him. His expression was no different from that of the other ordinary men in the building.

Meng Shi glanced at Lan Xiaodie discreetly before sitting down in the seat next to her with a mischievous grin, "Brother Han, you're quite the character."

"You're brilliant, you're brilliant too," Han Feiyu said, looking at Bai Ling.

Old Deng, you've already mastered all that, what are you still pretending for?

"Haha, come on, let's drink." Meng Shi laughed and then raised his glass to invite him.

"Brother Meng, please."

Han Feiyu sat lazily, laughing as he finished his drink.

Before long, a familiar figure walked towards them from a distance. Han Feiyu looked over and couldn't help but sneer, "Isn't this the kid who came knocking on our door the other day?"

Meng Shi's smiling face suddenly calmed down, and he waved and called out, "Meng Qiu, come here."

Meng Qiu, whose face was pale, walked over with a smile, glanced awkwardly at Han Feiyu, and then stood in front of Meng Shi, saying, "Great-Grandpa."

"Hmm." Meng Shi's eyes changed, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

Meng Qiu immediately turned around, bowed and respectfully greeted Han Feiyu, his voice trembling slightly, "Senior Han, it was Meng Qiu who offended you that day due to his lack of manners. Please forgive me, senior, for my rudeness."

"This is a gift I have prepared as an apology."

"Please forgive me, senior!"

As Meng Qiu spoke, he took out a storage ring that was not a high-ranking magic item and respectfully handed it to Han Feiyu.

Swish!

Han Feiyu immediately stood up, took the ring with one hand, and used his magic to help Meng Qiu up with the other. Then he looked at Meng Shi and said in a pretentious manner, "Why do this, Brother Meng? Isn't this unnecessary? I've long forgotten about that matter..."

"Ah Qiu, right? Get up quickly and go play. We're all family here."

Meng Qiu looked up, delighted, and quickly said with a smile, "Thank you, Senior Han!"

Meng Shi's expression, which had been unreadable, instantly broke into a smile.