Mortal: I am the young sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect

Chapter 81 Listening to Music in the Brothel

Three days later, Su Mixin sat upright in the courtyard of the cave, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes lowered as she examined the jade slip in her hand. Qin Zhou stood quietly to one side with his head bowed, respectfully awaiting orders.

Over the past three days, Qin Zhou has been following Su Mixin's instructions and secretly investigating the background of that Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator.

This Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator made no attempt to conceal his actions in Tianxing City, never hiding his identity, making his whereabouts extremely easy to ascertain.

The tricky part is that this person has never stepped outside the city since he moved into Tianxing City more than ten years ago. He has been living in seclusion in the thirteenth-level cave on the Holy Mountain for many years, rarely going out.

It is likely true that he made mortal enemies outside and fled to Tianxing City to escape their pursuit.

This Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator only occasionally goes out when purchasing cultivation resources or searching for a furnace to replenish his strength; his outings are completely unpredictable.

This greatly increased the difficulty of Su Mixin's original plan to ambush and carry out the attack, and it would also require a lot of effort and time.

"In the end, the only viable option is to break into their cave and take action," Su Mixin sighed softly.

All the caves on the Holy Mountain are protected by a mountain-protecting array set up by the Star Palace. With Su Mixin's current cultivation level, it is not difficult for her to break through the array by force. However, forcibly breaking in will definitely cause a huge commotion and immediately attract the attention of the Star Palace's law enforcement team.

Given his current status as a Core Formation stage cultivator, he doesn't have the audacity to act so recklessly.

"If we can't overcome him by force, we can only outsmart him." Su Mixin read the intelligence jade slip again and casually asked Qin Zhou for details, thus discovering a habit of this Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator.

This man practiced the demonic art of absorbing yin to replenish yang, and kept several female cultivators who were practicing Qi cultivation as concubines in his cave to provide for his daily needs. However, he was still not satisfied and could not suppress his desires. He often went out to brothels to seek out wild food.

His most frequent haunt for debauchery was the Miaoyin Pavilion, a property of the Miaoyin Sect located in Tianxing City.

Su Mixin's expression was slightly strange, and she immediately decided to go to Miaoyin Tower to listen to a piece of music that night.

That night, at the hour of Hai (9:15 PM), the moon was bright and the stars were few.

Tianxing City is ablaze with lights, and the most bustling place is Guiyufang, a long street lined with fireworks.

Music from silk and bamboo instruments, laughter and warbling birdsong drifted out from the carved wooden windows into half the street. Layers of gilded lanterns hung under the eaves, illuminating the constant flow of people in front of the building, including monks and wealthy merchants.

At this time, Miaoyin Tower, located in the heart of Guiyufang, was at its most prosperous.

This Miaoyin Tower is a place of extravagance under the Miaoyin Sect. The tower has three floors. The lobby on the first floor has dozens of sandalwood tables and chairs, where singers and dancers take turns playing the zither and dancing. The second and third floors are all private rooms with light gauze curtains. The aroma of wine and perfume mixed with a faint fragrance of spirits wafts in. All you hear are soft whispers and melodious pipa music. The place is bustling with people but not noisy. Everywhere you look, you can feel the unique extravagance and tenderness of a brothel.

The tasseled beaded curtain at the entrance was lifted, and a burly figure strode in.

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This person had a ruddy complexion, a robust build, and ordinary, unremarkable eyebrows and eyes. He wore a gray cloth cultivator's robe and looked like a rogue Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been training outside for many years. He was the one Su Mixin had transformed into using the Great Luo Thousand Illusion Body.

He blended seamlessly into the flow of guests, and upon entering, he subtly raised his eyes and slowly surveyed the entire first-floor lobby.

On stage, dancers' skirts fluttered, and guests clinked glasses at the tables. He glanced lightly over every corner, silently noting the faces of those who came and went, especially those who resembled female cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect.

Before long, a plump young woman with round eyes and delicate features quickly came to greet them, wearing soft silk shoes.

The woman had pearl flowers in her hair, rouge on her lips, and wore a thin gauze dress embroidered with begonias. Every gesture she made exuded the shrewdness and sophistication of someone who had been navigating the world of pleasure for years. She was one of the madams in charge of managing the brothel.

She subtly glanced up and down at the red-faced, burly man that Su Mixin had conjured, and scanned his body with her divine sense, discovering his cultivation level.

Seeing that the other person's waist pouch was bulging and that he had a calm demeanor, unlike someone who was short of money, he immediately put on a warm smile and gave a slight curtsy.

"This humble woman is Wan'er. This gentleman looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time visiting our Miaoyin Pavilion? Please come in. The main hall on the first floor is noisy. Let me find you a quiet and elegant room. The girls in the pavilion are all kinds of girls who can play instruments and sing, and are gentle and understanding. I guarantee you will have a good time."

Su Mixin, with a deep, gruff male voice, first asked sarcastically, "A mere woman?"

Then, feigning a crude manner, he casually waved his hand and said, "There's no need to waste time choosing those dancers. Just find a singer who is good at playing the zither and has a sweet tongue. I don't like noise; I only want to listen to music and chat in peace."

Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately had an idea. She smiled and agreed, "Master, you have good taste. Our Qing'er in the building is the most skilled at playing the zither. Her singing voice is melodious and her temperament is gentle. Unlike others who are noisy, she is just what you want. Please come with me to the private room on the second floor."

After saying that, Wan'er stepped aside and led the way, guiding Su Mixin up the wooden staircase covered with a velvet carpet. Laughter and the aroma of wine could be faintly heard from the private rooms on both sides of the way.

The most secluded room on the inner side of the second floor is a private room with a light green gauze curtain hanging above the door. Inside, there is a pear wood table with spirit wine and exquisite spirit fruits prepared on it. A guqin is placed by the window, and the hazy moonlight seeps in through the cracks in the window, isolating most of the noise downstairs.

Wan'er led the person to a seat, personally poured Su Mixin a cup of spirit wine, and said softly with a smile, "Master, please wait a moment, I will go and call Qing'er to serve you."

Before long, a slender figure lifted the curtain and entered. The girl appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a light blue gauze dress, with only a jade hairpin in her hair. Her appearance was delicate and gentle. She carried a seven-stringed zither and walked with light steps. It was none other than the songstress Qing'er.

Su Mi's spiritual sense swept over the scene and found that the courtesan was also accompanied by a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and the cultivation technique she practiced most likely involved some kind of seductive art. The Miaoyin Sect was indeed quite capable.

Qing'er curtsied and said in a soft, melodious voice, "This humble woman, Qing'er, greets Senior."

Wan'er exchanged a few polite words, then quietly slipped out of the room, gently closing the door behind her, leaving Su Mixin and Qing'er alone.

Seeing this, Su Mixin casually made a hand seal and set up several layers of soundproofing and protection against divine sense probing.

Qing'er placed the zither on the low table in front of her, knelt down beside it, and gently plucked the strings. The clear and elegant zither music flowed slowly, soothing and gentle, dispelling some of the vulgarity of the romantic scene.

As she played the zither, she would occasionally glance at the burly man opposite her, and speak softly, chatting about interesting things in the city.

Su Mixin pretended to take a sip of wine, her gaze seemingly fixed on the girl, but in reality, she secretly flicked her fingertips and took out a magical artifact from her storage bag: a replica of the Miro Illusion.

The sword essence silently flowed into the magical artifact, and a beam of light spread out, slowly enveloping the entire private room.

Su Mixin continuously outputted sword energy to create an illusion.

The moment the illusion took shape, Qing'er paused on the strings of her zither, and her clear eyes were instantly veiled with a misty haze. The surrounding scenery suddenly changed in her perception.

In her eyes, the burly man with the red face in front of her had already stood up and approached, his rough hands touching her shoulder, carrying the unique cold aura of a demonic cultivator.

The sensations of intimacy and violation were clearly felt on her skin. Her body went limp, and she struggled helplessly. She felt as if her vital essence was being ruthlessly drained by the other party, leaving her weak and powerless. Humiliated and panicked, tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably as she sobbed softly, but she was powerless to break free.

In reality, Su Mixin remained seated from beginning to end, without moving an inch, and did not even approach the girl. She simply watched Qing'er, who was trapped in the illusion and lost her composure, and secretly made plans in her heart. She then slowly spoke, still in that rough and hoarse male voice, asking questions in accordance with the illusion woven by the dream world.

"I've heard that many fellow cultivators in the city frequently come here seeking pleasure? How many Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators skilled in 'yin-yang replenishment' have you encountered?"

Qing'er's mind was completely trapped in the illusion, her consciousness was dulled, and she could not distinguish between reality and illusion at all. She thought that the person in front of her was just asking her questions casually during the process of absorbing her essence, sobbing as she answered truthfully without hiding anything.

"Foundation Establishment seniors often visit, and I've seen quite a few, but not many demonic cultivators. However, most demonic cultivators practice yin-yang cultivation."

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Su Mixin raised an eyebrow and continued to ask, "Oh? Are any of them regular customers?"

Qing'er shook her head, sobbing, "Sister Wan will protect me. I am a formal disciple of the Miaoyin Sect, and she won't push me out to be used for sexual exploitation."

"For example, there was a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator who lived on the Holy Mountain. Every time he visited, he would drain the other sisters' vital energy. He repeatedly asked me to receive him, but Sister Wan always turned him down."

"A demonic cultivator living on the Holy Mountain?" Su Mixin remained calm and continued to press for details. Qing'er was deeply immersed in the illusion and her mind was controlled. She answered everything she knew and revealed all the habits and details of the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator who came to Miaoyin Tower.

A moment later, Su Mixin withdrew the sword energy from her fingertip, and the mirror light that enveloped the private room in the Mi Luo Illusion quietly dissipated.

The Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator that Qing'er mentioned was indeed the target of this trip; it was truly obtained without any effort.

At least, Su Mixin obtained an extremely valuable clue from her: every time this Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator came to Miaoyin Tower, he was received by the madam who called herself Wan'er.

Su Mixin took out a pill from her storage bag and flicked it into Qing'er's mouth.

The pill melted as soon as it entered her throat, and its effects took hold immediately. Qing'er, whose mind was already weakened by the illusion, was further aggravated by the drug's effects. She hadn't recovered yet, and her eyes darkened. She collapsed onto the zither table and fell into a deep sleep. To the outside world, she appeared to be someone who had been drained of her vital energy and had passed out.

Su Mixin removed most of his clothes from a distance, exposing his body, which looked like he hadn't tidied up after their dual cultivation.

Then he took out a jade slip containing knowledge about formations and sat quietly for half an hour to study it.

When the time came, he got up and went downstairs to find Wan'er, who was there to greet him.

Su Mixin spoke in a gruff voice, her tone casual and indifferent: "Qing'er's cultivation is too shallow to withstand the battle. She has already fallen into a deep sleep. There's no need to go upstairs and disturb her."

While speaking, he deliberately activated the pre-cast animation of some kind of demonic spell, revealing a chilling aura.

After saying that, he casually tossed out a bag of spirit stones as payment for the private room and service tonight. Without saying anything more, he turned and walked out of Miaoyin Tower, disappearing into the night.

Wan'er caught the spirit stone and, combined with the chilling aura of the demonic cultivation technique that had just been faintly revealed on the burly man's body, immediately realized that she had misjudged him.

At this moment, he assumed that the other party had acted recklessly and had drained Qing'er's energy until she fell into a deep sleep. Given the customer's Foundation Establishment cultivation level and the considerable fee he had paid, he had no choice but to accept this loss, and his expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

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