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The night was cold and dark.

A carriage stopped in front of an unnamed inn, and two men and three women got off. The young man in the lead carried a sword case on his back and pushed open the inn's door.

The cold wind howled in, attracting the attention of the inn's many customers.

"Innkeeper, bring us a cask of strong liquor and five of your signature dishes."

The young man scanned the surroundings with his eyes and then took a seat.

"Alright, please wait a moment, honored guests."

The innkeeper enthusiastically brought over a cask of strong liquor and poured a bowl for each of the men and women. Then he hurriedly went into the kitchen.

Several customers at a nearby table turned their heads and asked in a refined and friendly manner, "Where are you all from?"

"A distant land, not convenient to disclose." The young man lifted his bowl and drank the strong liquor in one gulp, dispelling the cold from his body.

"Wow, young friend, you can really hold your liquor. Come, let us toast to you."

"Looking at your small frame, I thought you were a scholar like us. I didn't expect you to drink so boldly. I am Zhang San, and I would like to make friends with all of you."

Several refined gentlemen stood up with their bowls and walked over.

The young man smiled faintly and lightly touched his bowl against theirs. In that instant, a dagger suddenly slid out from the sleeves of the refined gentlemen and stabbed directly at the young man's waist and abdomen!

Intense killing intent locked on, and a burst of crimson blood erupted from the young man's body.

However, in the moment they drew their daggers, the young man's bowl shattered, and countless shards flew out of his hand.

Puh puh puh puh!

The shards accurately pierced the vital parts of the refined gentlemen, instantly killing them!

At the same time, the sound of weapons being unsheathed came from inside the inn, and the scene was filled with flashing blades and sword shadows.

The man and woman who were accompanying the young man suddenly rose up, grabbing the bowls and chopsticks from the table and shooting them out like shooting stars.

The inn was thrown into chaos for a while, and the battle started and ended quickly.

Only the young man's sword case flew out two sharp swords, swiftly and skillfully maneuvering in the narrow space, easily severing one head after another, throwing them up with a trail of crimson blood.

With a muffled sound, the battle ended effortlessly!

The thick smell of blood filled the air, and only the young man and his companions remained at the table, with all the customers around them lying dead, devoid of life.

The innkeeper rushed out upon hearing the commotion, but when he saw the scene before him, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.

"Hehe, don't panic, innkeeper. These people were bounty hunters who came to take our lives. You can have all the money they had on them as our payment for tonight's expenses."

Zong Hong stepped forward and helped the innkeeper up, explaining with a smile.

"Really... really? Thank you, honored guests. I won't accept the money. You can take it. Tonight's expenses are on the house." The innkeeper trembled as he spoke, not daring to go up and collect the money.

"Take it, just keep it." Hong Lin scolded lightly, "Also, dispose of these bodies. Consider it your labor fee."

"Yes! Yes! I'll take care of it right away."

The innkeeper nodded with a pale face and immediately busied himself with the task of searching and burying the bodies.

The inn's owner hid in the kitchen, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, urging the chefs to work faster and helping fine-tune the taste and concentration, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

He would rather do odd jobs in the kitchen than go out and accompany this group of killers.

Chen Changsheng calmly sat back in his seat and said, "It's fine now. The inn's staff are all normal. Only the customers were ambushers sent to kill us."

Upper Guan Ping, who was curled up in her mother's arms, said with a tired face, "This is already the fourteenth, or fifteenth wave of bounty hunters. Will it ever end?"

What kind of price did her father set that attracted so many bounty hunters like moths to a flame?

Could it be that he really had no feelings for her and her mother?

Upper Guan Ping hated herself for being too young and unable to understand these complicated matters. She only felt a deep sense of pain in her heart.

Wang Jiayun gently stroked her daughter's head without saying a word.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they each returned to their rooms to rest.

Originally, they had planned for the three women to stay together, but the rooms in the inn were too small and could only accommodate two people.

Madam Wang and Shangguan Ping were both ordinary people, so if the mother and daughter stayed together, there would be no one to protect them. In the end, Shangguan Ping and Honglin shared a room.

The rest of the people each had their own room. Chen Changsheng was not willing to share a room with a man.

...

At night, it was quiet and still, with the moonlight shining softly through the windows.

Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his palms emitting a blood-red lightning that flickered silently.

The physical body and cultivation could be improved every day, but spells, swordsmanship, body techniques, alchemy techniques, and so on still needed to be practiced on one's own.

It was a bit disappointing that there was no way to instantly gain proficiency in these skills.

But upon careful consideration, if everything could be improved instantly, the daily life of cultivation would seem particularly dull.

After all, time was endless, and there would always come a day when one would grow tired of enjoying things every day. There had to be something to occupy one's time.

Chen Changsheng's breathing was steady, and he unknowingly felt drowsy, wanting to lie down and sleep.

Suddenly, the True Qi in his body trembled abnormally, instantly dispelling the drowsiness that had just come over him.

He slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "I still lack enough experience in the world. I almost fell for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng's figure suddenly blurred and became ethereal, and the next moment, he entered Madam Wang's room through the window.

There lay the beautiful and charming Wang Jiayun, quietly lying on the bed. Even though she was covered by a red blanket, her exquisite figure could still be seen.

There was a strange fragrance in the room, making one's mind heavy.

And standing in front of Wang Jiayun's bed was a Daoist figure, with a lewd smile on his face and a bewildered and crazy look in his eyes.

The inn's waiter!

No, with his mesmerizing techniques and stealthy movements, he didn't seem like an ordinary waiter at all. He seemed more like a habitual seducer.

The fragrance in the air not only caused people to become unconscious, but also had a slightly poisonous effect. Even a Martial Artist with strong vitality would become unconscious upon smelling this fragrance.

However, this seducer was ultimately just an ordinary person and was completely unaware of Chen Changsheng behind him.

With a soft crack, the waiter's neck was instantly broken, and his body was thrown out of the window.

"A little trick, but unfortunately not very smart."

Chen Changsheng laughed and shook his head, feeling speechless at the waiter's stupidity.

If someone else had witnessed Chen Changsheng killing people in the inn, regardless of his previous behavior, they would at least be cautious around him from now on.

But this waiter, on the other hand, took a risk, thinking that a stick of mesmerizing incense could knock everyone out.

This kind of fool must have tasted the sweetness before, which is why he was so bold.

Of course, the waiter dared to do this because he had strong confidence in the mesmerizing incense. Little did he know that he would encounter a cultivator.

Chen Changsheng walked to the bed and found that the poison had already started to take effect. Wang Jiayun's graceful figure moved gently under the blanket, and her breathing became heavy and rapid.

Chen Changsheng gently held Madam Wang's delicate hand, and a stream of True Qi entered her body, slowly dissipating the poison.

Wang Jiayun seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Chen Changsheng sitting by the bed, she suddenly smiled, "Master Chen..."

Chen Changsheng was about to explain when his cheeks were held by a pair of slender hands, and then a familiar fragrance came over him as moist and soft lips pressed against his.

Although there was still some poison remaining, it wasn't enough to lose control, right?

Chen Changsheng understood what Madam Wang was doing. She was using the poison to gather courage and find an outlet for the suppressed emotions during this period of time.

Faced with the initiative of a beautiful woman, Chen Changsheng naturally wouldn't refuse...