Let me explain, it's not what you think.

"Xiao Lu, don't worry about it!"

"Your senior sister is your woman, you can do whatever you want, don't keep a straight face!" Jiang Huaiyu said with a gentle expression.

At this moment, all the wounds on her body had been healed. After all, she was a Golden Core cultivator, and external injuries were easy to treat.

The reason she deliberately kept it was to completely sever ties with Wang Feng.

"Can you leave me alone?"

Looking at Jiang Huaiyu who had followed him out, Lu Chen looked helpless.

"Sorry, no, I can't. I know you're in a bad mood and I'm afraid you'll do something to hurt yourself... So, I need to weaken you so you won't have time to think about these upsetting things!"

After saying that, Jiang Huaiyu hugged Lu Chen's waist and walked into the room.

Yes, she's addicted.

If she liked Lu Chen last night, now she loves him.

She never imagined that Lu Chen would be so exceptionally talented, with such a powerful innate supreme bone!

"Wait, how did Zhuang Jingbai steal the blanket? Can't she buy her own?"

……

For several days in a row, Lu Chen stayed in his cave with Jiang Huaiyu in seclusion.

He didn't want it to be like this, but Jiang Huaiyu was just too strong, and he had no chance to fight back.

Until one day, Lin Tian personally came to visit.

"Junior brother, you've gained weight in just a few days! Have you been hiding at home eating by yourself?"

"Ahem, what are you talking about, Senior Brother?" Lu Chen quickly changed the subject.

There was no way he could avoid getting fat. He had been pampered too much by Jiang Huaiyu, this rich woman, these past few days. She fed him spirit rice, big fish and meat, and even abalone rice every day.

"Oh, I was feeling too stifled in the sect, so I was thinking of taking Senior Brother Wang out for a walk to clear my head. Do you want to come?"

"I have to go! He's in such a terrible situation, I absolutely have to be with him. What if he does something rash..."

As Lu Chen spoke, he glanced guiltily at the guest room.

Fortunately, the people inside didn't react much, and he was able to escape the den of demons.

Soon, the two arrived at the Alchemy Peak, where Wang Feng had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Fan didn't come; I wonder what happened.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Lin Tian didn't waste any time. He took out his flying boat and boarded it with the two of them.

The airship glided through the clouds and soon crossed the border of the Righteous Alliance.

Lu Chen stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the city that was faintly visible in the distance, and felt that something was wrong.

How come this place is the territory of the Demonic Sect? What is Lin Tian doing?

"Senior brother, where are we going?"

Lin Tian chuckled upon hearing this, then lowered his voice mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there."

Wang Feng leaned against the gunwale, barely speaking from beginning to end, only occasionally taking a sip of wine.

He still hasn't shaved, and he looks utterly dejected, like a wilted eggplant.

Looking at him like this, and recalling his own life these past few days, Lu Chen felt as if something was tearing at his heart.

The airship landed outside a city.

The city gate bears the words "Drunken Immortal City," and all sorts of cultivators come and go, from righteous to demonic paths, a truly mixed bag.

Lin Tian led the two through several streets and alleys with familiarity, finally stopping in front of a building with carved beams and painted rafters.

Lu Chen looked up at the plaque and his face darkened.

"Drunken Immortal Pavilion," Lin Tian read aloud, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"This is the biggest in Drunken Immortal City..."

"A brothel?" Wang Feng replied expressionlessly.

"Senior brother, don't put it so harshly. This is a place of pleasure, the best place to relax. Let me tell you, the girls here..."

"I'm not going." Wang Feng turned and left.

"No, senior brother! We're already here!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng turned around immediately, and Lu Chen followed suit.

Seeing their attitude, Lin Tian sighed:

"Alright, alright, if we don't want anything fancy, how about we listen to some music outside? I'm dying of boredom in the sect!"

"Well... okay!"

Lu Chen was the first to nod in agreement.

There was nothing he could do; as soon as Lin Tian said those words, he remembered Zhuang Jingbai's tattered night clothes and her fair skin from that night.

A perfect blend of black and white.

She was completely herself from beginning to end, deviating entirely from the plot, which made him feel very guilty towards Lin Tian.

"Junior brother, you're the best! Come on in!"

As Lin Tian spoke, he pulled the two of them to sit down at the tea stall, ordered a pot of tea, and exchanged a few words with the waiter.

Sure enough, a short while later, a person came out of the building.

Lu Chen looked up and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

The woman wore a purple dress, the fabric of which was incredibly thin. As she walked, the hem of the dress swayed like flowing water, revealing a section of her calves that were so white they seemed to glow.

Her waist was incredibly slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand, yet her bust was excessively full, as if it were about to burst through her clothes at any moment.

Her face was alluring and charming, with hooked eyebrows and eyes, a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and she seemed to glow when she smiled.

Small branches bear abundant fruit.

She walked straight over, her voice as soft as glutinous rice cake: "Lin Lang, you've finally come to see me. I thought you were scared by that woman Zhuang Jingbai."

Lin Tian smiled somewhat awkwardly and introduced the two women, "This is Mei Ji."

Lu Chen: "..."

He knew it.

Zhuang Jingbai is now only focused on finding him and has no contact with Lin Tian at all. Furthermore, she restricts him in many ways, so naturally he can't stay in the sect.

Wang Feng glanced at Mei Ji expressionlessly, then lowered his head to drink his tea, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The Wang family and the demons were already at odds, so not turning against each other was already a great favor to their brother.

Mei Ji, however, was not shy at all. She walked past Lin Tian and sat down at the table in a very natural manner. Her gaze swept over Lu Chen and Wang Feng's faces before finally settling on Wang Feng.

"This brother seems to be in a bad mood. How about I call a few girls to keep you company for a couple of drinks?"

Wang Feng ignored her.

"Meiji, stop fooling around. My senior brother Wang has been in a bad mood lately, so I brought him out to cheer him up."

"To relax?"

Meiji blinked, then suddenly looked at Lu Chen, a cryptic light flashing in her eyes.

"Come to a brothel to relax, you guys are really something, aren't you, Lu Chen!"

As Lin Tian's good brother, his female friends had all seen Lu Chen's projection, but this was the first time they had seen Mei Ji in real life.

Lu Chen smiled awkwardly.

Meiji didn't press the matter. She poured herself a cup of tea, picked up the cup, and took a sip.

Her fingers were long and slender, white and delicate, with pale purple nail polish on her nails, which looked incredibly beautiful against the backdrop of the celadon teacup.

"Lin Lang," she put down her teacup and turned to look at Lin Tian.

"You said you'd tell me about your sect last time, but you haven't finished yet."

Lin Tian was taken aback upon hearing this.

"When did I ever tell you about our sect...?"

"Have you forgotten?"

She looked at him with a smile, her eyes conveying a meaning that was hard to define.

"That person who defected from the Joyful Union Sect has caused chaos in the Righteous Path Alliance. Have you found him yet?"

Lu Chen paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

"Not yet, but that fiend truly deserves to die. My senior brother died because of him...!"

"Bang!"

Wang Feng slammed his hand on the table.

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that? I could ask someone from the Demonic Sect!"

Lu Chen's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.