Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1530: The Court of Courtesans

Old Jian's weathered face contorted into a smile that resembled the wailing of a fierce ghost as he slowly settled back into his stone chair.

"Little friend, you have journeyed across a trillion li from Azure Wutong Province to our Myriad Sun Sect. You must have a purpose, surely? Speak freely."

Old Jian was as clear as a mirror. If he wanted to obtain the high-tier Devouring Soul Array, he had to demonstrate sufficient value.

And 'Gu Huang' had traveled so far, he must have his own agenda.

With both sides having something to gain, negotiations could proceed.

Yet, to Old Jian's surprise, Song Wen shook his head.

"There's no hurry. Senior Lao Jian, to be frank, I am here on a mission from my sect. The Divine Blood Gate is among the top powers in the entire mystic realm, and our ambitions are naturally grand. Though your sect is guarded by four Body Integration Stage cultivators and possesses considerable depth, in the eyes of the Divine Blood Gate, such strength remains insufficient. Whether you can fulfill our sect's mission is still debatable. I must first verify your sect's capabilities before revealing the mission details. If you fail to meet our standards, I will have no choice but to seek assistance elsewhere."

Hearing this, Old Jian's sinister smile inexplicably gained a hint of obsequiousness.

A storage ring flew from his sleeve and floated slowly toward Song Wen.

"Young Master Gu Huang... here are a million high-grade spirit stones. Please accept them."

Song Wen merely glanced at the storage ring, showing no interest, as if the million high-grade spirit stones were beneath his notice.

"I accept no reward without merit. Senior Lao Jian, there's no need for spirit stones."

With that, Song Wen picked up the jade bottle of fine wine from the table and took a large, hearty swig.

"With such exquisite wine and fine cuisine before us, it's a pity we can't drink and dine alone..."

Lao Jian immediately understood. A mental message drifted from the hall.

Moments later, dozens of young and beautiful women entered the Stone Hall, their hips swaying. The six most striking among them immediately surrounded Song Wen.

Some knelt before him, others reclined at his feet, and still others leaned against his back...

Their sweet voices and soft murmurs filled the air, punctuated by coy giggles.

The remaining women, except for two who stayed by Lao Jian's side, all gathered in the center of the hall to dance gracefully, playing zithers and flutes.

With women on both sides, Song Wen readily accepted the spirit fruits and fine wines offered by those around him, his smile growing ever brighter.

The blissful hours slipped away like sand.

Before long, over two hours had passed, and it was already You Hour. The sky outside was darkening.

Seemingly having had his fill of this haven of tenderness, Song Wen finally turned to business.

"By the way, Senior Lao Jian, where are the other three Body Integration Stage cultivators of your sect? Would it be possible to introduce me to one or two?"

Lao Jian's expression brightened.

Finally!

In his view, Gu Huang's request to meet the other Body Integration Stage cultivators was intended to assess the Myriad Sun Sect's top-tier combat strength.

At that moment, another divine sense transmission floated in from outside the hall.

The three Body Integration Stage cultivators of the Myriad Sun Sect seemed to have been prepared. In just two breaths, they all appeared in the Stone Hall.

"Greetings, Sect Leader. Greetings, Young Master Guhuang," the three said, bowing respectfully.

Song Wen struggled to rise from the bed of flesh and casually cupped his hands.

"Greetings, three seniors."

His gaze swept over the three cultivators.

Two Early Body Integration Stage cultivators and one Mid-Stage Body Integration Cultivator—exactly as the intelligence he had gathered before coming to the Myriad Sun Sect had indicated.

"Young Master Guhuang is truly worthy of being a top disciple of the Divine Blood Gate, with such a noble bearing..." the Mid-Stage Body Integration Cultivator began flattering Song Wen.

After a round of insincere mutual praise, the group resumed their seats, continuing to drink heartily, engage in idle chatter, and indulge in sensual pleasures.

After another round of revelry, Song Wen seemed to be struggling with the potent spirit wine. His once clear eyes grew unfocused, and his words lost their usual precision, becoming increasingly unrestrained.

"Senior Lao Jian, it's rare to find a kindred spirit. Though our ages and cultivation levels differ greatly, I've thoroughly enjoyed this banquet you've hosted. However..."

With that, Song Wen snatched the wine pot from a woman's hand and tilted it back, draining it in a long, deep draught.

"Little Friend Gu Huang, I too feel an immediate connection with you. If you have any dissatisfaction with this feast, please speak your mind directly," Lao Jian interjected.

Song Wen didn't respond immediately. He finished the spirit wine, then slowly said, "Rumor has it, Senior, that you've publicly selected concubines multiple times, amassing a collection of the world's most exquisite beauties. Your subordinates even include the Twelve Golden Flowers—immortal maidens descended to the mortal realm."

Song Wen lifted his foot, his bare sole pressing down on the face of the woman kneeling before him. A flicker of disdain crossed his eyes.

"These women are beautiful, but do they truly deserve the title of 'exquisite'? I wonder if Senior's concubines could be summoned to broaden my horizons?"

Lao Jian's sinister smile vanished. His brow furrowed, deepening the wrinkles on his face.

"Most of my concubines are rather aged. They might offend your eyes, Young Master. It would be best if you didn't see them."

"Heh!" Song Wen chuckled, his tone growing more aggressive. "The unobtainable is always the most desirable. Your resolute refusal only makes me more curious."

Old Jian fell silent, his gaze dark and fixed on Song Wen as if weighing something.

The other three Body Integration Stage cultivators froze, their eyes darting between Song Wen and Old Jian in shock. Having been fellow disciples with Old Jian for years, they knew his habits intimately.

The Twelve Golden Flowers were Old Jian's creation, nurtured with countless efforts. He regarded them as his personal property, and the three of them had barely even seen them. How could he easily hand them over for others to toy with?

"It seems the senior is reluctant to part with them," Song Wen said, straightening his posture and pushing the women beside him away. He stared indifferently at Old Jian.

The air in the Stone Hall instantly grew heavy, causing inexplicable palpitations. The singing and dancing had ceased, and the women stood frozen in fear, holding their breath and watching Song Wen and Old Jian with cautious eyes.

"Young Master Guhuang, you seem to have had a bit too much to drink. Shall I have someone escort you back to your room to rest?" Old Jian's voice was forced through his teeth, each word distinct and deliberate.

"Hahaha..."

Song Wen laughed heartily, casually tossing the empty wine jug to the ground, where it shattered with a crisp crash.

"Drunk? This young master is perfectly sober! If even a senior like you can't bear to part with such trivial playthings, how can I believe your sect will wholeheartedly serve the Divine Blood Gate?"

At these words, Old Jian's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, and a faint chill emanated from his body.

After a long pause, just as the tension reached its peak, the Fierce Ghost-like smile returned to Old Jian's face, even more sinister and inscrutable than before.

Yet Gu Huang's face remained beaming with amusement, showing no trace of fear.

"Since the young master wishes to see them, this old man will have them come and make a spectacle of themselves," Old Jian finally relented.