Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 592: The Courtesan

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The Cold Corpse Valley is located on Wu Ji Island, about ten thousand miles from Shadow City.

This valley, inherited from the Nether Shrine, spans a thousand miles and is often shrouded in thick, corpse-corrupting qi.

Within the valley, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but a vast sea of bones.

This is a death zone that cultivators avoid, yet for those practicing the Corpse Path, it is an excellent place for corpse refinement.

Hidden within the valley are vengeful spirits transformed into evil demons, making it a place of constant danger. In order to refine the corpse-corrupting qi, Wu Ji Island established the Hall of Evil Qi here.

The Hall of Evil Qi is located at the entrance of the valley, guarded by a cultivator in the early stages of the Golden Core realm, named Yin Pan.

Yin Pan's cultivation technique is not the Corpse King Blood Refining Art, and Han Wu's information did not mention him.

The Hall of Evil Qi has many disciples, numbering over two thousand.

Where there are people, there are various needs.

Over time, a small market district formed outside the Cold Corpse Valley to serve the disciples of the Hall of Evil Qi.

The most popular establishment in this market is the brothel.

Working at the Hall of Evil Qi is both a rewarding and exhausting job.

Due to the influence of the corpse-corrupting qi, the area around the Cold Corpse Valley is barren and desolate, truly a cold and harsh place.

Constantly surrounded by the corpse-corrupting qi, the disciples of the Hall of Evil Qi inevitably become mentally and emotionally burdened. To relieve their stress, they often visit the brothel.

One day, Song Wen, disguised as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, entered the most famous brothel in the district—Dream Enchantment Pavilion.

A plump, heavily-bosomed madam with scant clothing greeted him.

"Young master, you have such a handsome face. Is this your first time at Dream Enchantment Pavilion?"

The madam's weathered face wore an eager and fawning smile.

Song Wen, resembling a hungry ghost of lust, gazed at the madam with intense, burning eyes, his gaze unabashedly landing on her exposed bosom.

"This is indeed my first time here."

The madam, unfazed by Song Wen's aggressive gaze, even purposefully shook her body. Instantly, her chest swelled enticingly.

"Young master, what kind of beauty do you prefer? Pure and innocent? Shy and bashful? Passionate and fiery...?"

Desire gleamed in Song Wen's eyes as he grinned.

"I think you'll do just fine."

The madam, clearly surprised by his answer, paused for a moment, then smiled and replied.

"You jest, young master. I am but a withered branch, how could I possibly catch your eye?"

"I'm not joking. I like your type," Song Wen said, as his hand slapped her plump rear.

"Ah!"

The madam jumped in surprise, her face full of resentment, but her eyes held a flirtatious glint as she looked at Song Wen.

"Young master, you don't know how to hold back. If you want it, I will give it to you."

"One is not enough, bring more. I'm not lacking in spirit stones, so bring more. Bring me your best courtesans," Song Wen commanded.

"Young master, we have five top courtesans here, each one is a rare beauty. Which one would you like to choose?" The madam took out a recording stone to show Song Wen the courtesans.

Song Wen waved his hand dismissively. "No need to choose, bring them all to me."

The madam's expression brightened, but she quickly reminded him.

"Young master, their price is not cheap. Each one costs five hundred spirit stones per day. I wonder if you can afford so many spirit stones?"

Song Wen flipped his hand, and a high-grade spirit stone appeared in his palm.

"Is this enough?"

"High-grade spirit stone!" The madam gasped in surprise.

Her voice immediately drew the attention of many people in the hall.

They all stared at the spirit stone in Song Wen's hand, their faces showing surprise, and some even displayed a hint of greed in their eyes.

However, since Dream Enchantment Pavilion was backed by the Hall of Evil Qi, no one dared to act recklessly.

The madam's eyes sparkled as she stared at Song Wen. "That's enough, that's enough."

Song Wen was oblivious to the greedy gazes around him. A wild grin spread across his face as he stuffed the spirit stone into the madam's chest, taking the opportunity to grope her.

The madam smiled broadly, like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Young master, would you like to watch a performance or head to a private room?"

Song Wen shifted his gaze away from the madam and scanned the hall.

There was a high platform in the center of the hall, with more than a dozen young women performing songs and dances.

In front of the platform were over ten tables. Several had already been occupied by guests, who were enjoying the performances with the company of beautiful women.

"I'll watch the performance first," Song Wen said.

"Please follow me, young master," the madam said, turning her thick waist to lead Song Wen to the front row.

However, Song Wen declined her offer and sat at a table in the second row instead.

At the table were three male cultivators—two in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, and one in the middle stage.

They were all wearing the robes of Hall of Evil Qi attendants.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't think we've met before?" The male cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment said, his tone cold and unfriendly.

Song Wen wasn't bothered in the least. His face wore a warm, familiar smile.

"I am Cui Huo. It's a pleasure to meet fellow disciples of the Hall of Evil Qi. Might I share this table with you?"

"Cui Huo?" The male cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment stared at Song Wen. "The 'Cui' of the Cui family from the Southern Domain?"

Song Wen smiled slightly. "Indeed."

The male cultivator in the middle stage narrowed his eyes. He had noticed the scene earlier when Song Wen had thrown down the spirit stone.

He chuckled. "A fellow Daoist from the Cui family. Respect, respect. I am Chen He, and these two are Wang Wu and Qian Cheng."

"Greetings, Chen Daoist, Wang Daoist, Qian Daoist," Song Wen said, bowing his hands in respect.

Just then, five striking women walked over and stood beside the madam.

"Young master Cui, the ladies have arrived. What do you think?"

The madam, having overheard the conversation between Song Wen and Chen He, changed how she addressed Song Wen.

Song Wen turned to the madam and said, "I don't need them. Let them serve Daoists Chen, Wang, and Qian instead."

He gestured to the remaining food and drink on the table and continued, "Remove this and bring me spirit wine and spirit feasts."

"Please wait, young master. I'll arrange it right away."

The madam directed the five women to attend to Chen He and the others before excusing herself. She didn't truly believe that Song Wen had taken interest in her.

After a few rounds of drinks and some food, the atmosphere relaxed.

With the five women accompanying them, Song Wen quickly built rapport with Chen He and the other two, and soon they were calling each other brothers.

"Cui brother, you've traveled so far, crossing through the Southern Domain to come to our Western Domain. What brings you here?" Chen He asked, while his hands roamed over the female cultivator beside him.

"We cultivators work tirelessly to improve our skills, all for the sake of wandering the vast world. Now that I've established my Foundation, I can ride my sword and travel freely, so it's only natural to explore new places," Song Wen replied.

"Cui brother, your generosity is admirable. Has anything interesting happened on your journey? Please share; let us three open our eyes," Chen He said with a smile.

"If you're looking for something interesting, I have quite a few stories," Song Wen said mysteriously. "Just near the Cold Corpse Valley, I encountered something truly strange."

(End of the Chapter)

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