Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

Whoosh!

Lu Cheng, exhausted after a long day, lay in a wooden tub filled with hot water.

He casually tossed the paper and pen outside. He had been so busy that he hadn't had a moment to rest, but now he could finally think about the strange things that had happened today. He looked at his fingertips and other parts of his body, but found nothing unusual.

"Could it be that they've been infected by demonic energy?"

I felt a little uneasy.

Since there are cultivators in this world, there are naturally demons and monsters as well.

Jingnan is a large city located on the border of Dayue. A hundred miles south of the city is Zhennan Pass. Situated at the junction of several countries, it is not only teeming with demons and monsters, but also occasionally suffers from invasions by the southern barbarians. From ancient times to the present, it has been the most tragic battlefield.

Every day in Jingnan, people become mentally unstable due to contact with demonic energy. At best, they fall seriously ill and become disabled; at worst, they are assimilated by the demonic energy and turn into bloodthirsty beasts.

One of the biggest risks of being a corpse carrier is not knowing whether there is any residual demonic energy on the corpse. Even if the people of the Demon Suppression Bureau will check one by one, who can guarantee that there will be no ones that slip through the net?

Sitting in the wooden tub, he began to carefully feel the changes in his body, his mind filled with the image of that big guy weighing over 300 pounds from earlier that day. But the very next second, as he began to recall the details...

My mind went completely blank.

His pupils lost focus, and he saw memories that never existed again.

This scene depicts a wealthy young master being punished by his elders for indulging in pleasure. His siblings treat him coldly, and after colluding with outsiders and obtaining a secret technique, his strength increases dramatically. In the end, he is brutally murdered.

I was deeply shocked.

Was he reading someone else's memories? Before he could figure it out, Lu Cheng realized that his meridians were also open!

Completely bewildered.

"So, you can find immortality and enlightenment by simply listening to music in brothels every day... what a load of rubbish!"

"Was that strange thing on the corpse in the morgue during the day? What crawled in? Is there something wrong with that corpse?"

He looked tense.

A slight heat rose in my body. An invisible force not only cleared my blocked meridians, but also traveled through my body along the meridians before finally reaching the area three inches below my abdomen, where my spiritual root was located.

The next second, his ordinary spiritual root was illuminated!

This time I was truly dumbfounded.

Spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation. They are usually rooted at the bottom of the dantian and the sea of ​​qi, resembling the roots of grass and trees. The more gifted a cultivator is, the more intricate and complex their spiritual roots are, and the more colorful and rich their colors are. Some gifted cultivators have as many as three thin branches intertwined and interwoven, colorful and crystal clear.

When Lu Cheng first came into this world, he was just as full of enthusiasm. Since he had come to this new world, he must have something special about him. Without saying a word, he went to have his spiritual root tested and his talent verified. Even if it wasn't top-notch, it was at least excellent. And then the result of the evaluation was...

Without any branches or extra colors, it is completely straight and grayish-white, like a piece of chalk stuck below the dantian. If a demon or monster were to cut open its belly, someone who didn't know better would think there was a lollipop inside.

This shape and appearance belong to the category of useless spiritual roots recognized in the cultivation world, which made Lu Cheng so angry that he almost couldn't help but reincarnate again.

Now that his spiritual root has been activated and his meridians are unblocked, although he still has the worst aptitude, he is at least able to cultivate. Although he doesn't know the exact situation, it seems that the cheat code has arrived.

However, it requires certain special conditions to trigger.

His mind raced, and soon he caught a spark of inspiration.

"Could it be the corpse of a cultivator?"

Bright eyes.

"Hmm, I'll go check out the corpse-dragging alley near the South Gate tomorrow. That's where business is the best. If all else fails, I'll just drag a few corpses onto the bed and study them properly."

"If the remains of cultivators can change my spiritual root, then if I collect enough corpses, wouldn't my spiritual root grow indefinitely?"

"It's impossible for my spiritual root to evolve by absorbing someone else's spiritual root, right? Hahahaha..."

But the next second.

"Oh my, sir, you've got quite the assets. No wonder so many rich women specifically ask for you."

Lu Cheng, who was a little carried away by the success of the cheat, was so frightened that he plopped back down in the wooden tub.

Turning his head, he saw a woman in a light blue dress lying on the edge of a wooden tub with a big smile on her face, playfully sticking out her pink tongue at the man.

That's right, she is the woman He Liu mentioned, the one Lu Cheng bought from the slave trader, named Han Guang.

She stretched vigorously, her firm, full breasts and curvaceous waist and hips giving the illusion that her dress might burst at any moment. Her skin was like porcelain, her figure exquisite, and her body made one's mouth water. Only her small face was not stunning enough.

She's not unattractive; her features are striking and harmonious, making her the type that grows on you. It's just a pity that her figure doesn't quite match her looks.

Lu Cheng once thought that Han Guang was faking it, that she was probably some kind of stunning beauty who deliberately wore a human skin mask to avoid trouble. He had seen this kind of scenario countless times in his previous life.

So, in order to expose the true face of this fallen fairy, they launched a surprise attack under cover of night, intending to expose her disguise, but...

She got up in the middle of the night and let him pinch her cheeks for half an hour with a smile.

There's nothing we can do; he misjudged the situation.

"Is the master giving up on his efforts? Is he planning to hook up with some rich woman?"

blinked.

Upon hearing Han Guang question his character, Lu Cheng turned around and refuted him with an air of righteous indignation.

"How dare you! How dare you doubt your master's character? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would willingly stoop to such a low level?"

"Um?"

She tilted her head cutely.

Although he didn't speak, his anxious expression spoke volumes.

Even by Han Guang's standards, Lu Cheng was born with a handsome appearance, a strong physique, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His years of dragging hundreds of pounds of corpses all over the mountains gave him a stronger physique than ordinary people.

Let's just say that.

He is considered an excellent male vessel.

"Didn't a few women of good status and appearance come to us a few days ago, saying they wanted you to consider it carefully, but you didn't agree?"

"How could I possibly agree? I've done the math. Even if they married into the family, they wouldn't enjoy their status for long... A true man should not live a life of subservience under others!"

"really?"

"really."

He seemed to have an attitude of "a dead pig doesn't care about boiling water," but Han Guang was looking down at the ground, searching for something. He picked up the paper and pen that had been thrown on the ground and read the contents of the paper with an innocent look on his face.

"Fairy Miaozhu is seventy years old this year."

"The benefits include receiving one hundred taels of gold and the potential to learn martial arts techniques and become a disciple of the Misty Sect."

"The downside is that he has eight male lovers. The practice of dual cultivation may lead to premature aging. I don't know how well he takes care of himself."

"Contact address: Zuichunlou, East Street..."

silence.

The master and servant remained silent at that moment.

After a long while, Lu Cheng finally managed to utter a few words.

"I didn't do this to get more money for your medical treatment... How are your injuries?"

Puchi~

I couldn't help but laugh.

Stopping her teasing of her master, she took the initiative to pick up a towel and start wiping his body. Han Guang looked a few years older than Lu Cheng, but he exuded a mature charm that made him seem nothing like a young man in his twenties.

"The injury is still the same."

"With his dantian damaged and his spiritual root destroyed, he will likely have a hard time turning his life around unless he encounters a great opportunity."

"But thanks to the master's care, I'm much stronger than before, at least I don't feel any pain anymore."

Han Guang spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he wasn't talking about his own body at all.

The two first met when Lu Cheng was listening to music in a brothel and witnessed a servant selling Han Guang, whose head was covered, to a local brothel called "Hongxiuzhao".

He happened to be passing by, glanced at his figure, and bought the item at a high price without even bothering to remove the hood. It almost cost him all his savings. Only after bringing it home did he learn that Han Guang was actually a proper cultivator, but he had been seriously injured and had his cultivation destroyed, which was why he had fallen to this state.

If I do the math, it's been almost two years.

"The master seems to be in a good mood today. Did something interesting happen outside?"

Watching Lu Cheng humming a little tune while enjoying the back-rubbing service, someone who rarely saw the master so happy just chuckled. Given his personality, he naturally wouldn't tell him directly about it.

After all, he didn't know whether this cheat was a blessing or a curse, and besides, relying on someone else's corpse to cultivate was not a very respectable thing to say.

After all, Hanguang was a fairy in distress, so it was best not to let her know at this time. So, she rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

"It was quite a lively scene at Wang Po's house today; it's a real shame you didn't go see it."

"You mean that matchmaker? What happened to her?"

With a radiant smile, her inner eyes are like hooks, and her outer eyes are upturned. Her eyes always unconsciously flash with a few charms, which are particularly alluring. Her charm is natural and innate.

"What else can you do when you're a matchmaker? You get driven half to death by those people who are so eager to find you a partner."

"Um?"

His eyes lit up.

Women love to hear gossip, and she was no exception.

The hands that were scrubbing Lu Cheng's body became more forceful, and she would occasionally massage his shoulders, as if urging him on.

"When I passed by, I saw several girls circling around Wang Po from a distance of more than ten feet. They were all saying that they were not young anymore and wanted to find a good husband."

"It's only natural for a man to marry when he's of age and for a woman to marry when she's of age. Finding a good husband is just what Wang Po does."

"If my mother were still alive, I would have to call them older sisters."

"..."

My husband is good in every way, except that he can be a bit aggressive at times.

"One of them is a 38-year-old woman looking for a good husband in his early twenties. She has no money, is reasonably good-looking, and has a plump figure. Well, don't worry, he can't compare to you."

Seemingly noticing that the scrubbing behind him was a bit too forceful, Lu Cheng immediately spoke up to add to the message.

The movement immediately returned to normal.

"To marry her, one must use a sedan chair carried by six men, a dowry of thirty taels of silver, forty strings of cash, and all five precious metals. The husband must be at least eight feet tall, with regular features and a handsome appearance." (Han Dynasty ruler)

"...and also gifted three younger brothers who were under ten years old."

Han Guang listened and nodded, offering a rational analysis.

"You have high standards, but twenty-four is a bit too old. After all, most people don't live past sixty, and having three younger brothers would be a bit of a hassle. But if she really has some looks, we can ask if she'd be willing to take a concubine..."

"You don't think I meant 24 when I said '38,' do you?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Even the act of scrubbing oneself remained frozen in place.

At that moment, the fairy in distress felt as if her worldview had been completely shattered, and it took her a while to come back to her senses.

"Thirty-eight? Master... um?"

Before she could even stop what she was doing, she realized that her master had stopped moving.

"Asleep?"

Dumbfounding.

She naturally didn't know that Lu Cheng was tired because he had just opened up his meridians; she thought it was due to overwork.

She blinked her beautiful eyes and glanced around like a thief. Finding no one around, she grabbed the boy's strong wrist, and with a flick of her wrist, all the water droplets remaining on her body evaporated instantly.

Her graceful body soared into the air, and she simply picked up the boy and tossed him back into the room.