Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen gazed at Xu ngyu’s retreating figure on the distant horizon, his infatuated gaze gradually fading into indifference.
"Senior..."
A voice suddenly called out from behind him.
Song Wen whirled around to see a young man erging from the dense forest behind the pavilion.
"Senior, please forgive my intrusion. This junior overheard you effortlessly stir the Immortal Maiden’s heart with just a few words. I humbly request your guidance in mastering the Art of Subduing Won," the young man said earnestly.
Song Wen’s expression turned icy, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"You were eavesdropping on our conversation!"
Sensing the chilling killing intent radiating from Song Wen, panic flickered in the young man’s eyes. He hastily produced a storage pouch, respectfully levitating it with spiritual power and offering it to Song Wen.
"Senior, please forgive . This junior overheard you unintentionally. I have long admired Fairy Mi Man of the Spirit Jade Palace, but she has always treated with cold indifference. I beg you to offer so guidance."
Song Wen accepted the storage pouch and probed it with his divine sense.
Inside lay a staggering five thousand high-grade spirit stones.
His murderous aura vanished instantly, replaced by a benevolent smile.
"Since you are so sincere, little friend, I will gladly share all my knowledge. Ask whatever you wish."
The young man said, "Junior only wishes to know how to win Fairy Mi Man’s heart."
Song Wen replied, "To capture a woman’s heart, there are essentially three things: power, status, and background. What is your background, little friend?"
He was quite curious about the young man’s identity.
A re Nascent Soul cultivator willing to spend such a vast sum of spirit stones for the so-called ’Art of Subduing Won’ was truly remarkable. An ordinary person would never go to such lengths.
The young man answered, "Junior is Fu Hongwen, from the Fu Clan of Cultivation Sun City."
Song Wen’s eyes lit up slightly. ’Cultivation Sun City’ was precisely the place Xu ngyu had ntioned earlier, where disciples of the Divine Blood Gate were rumored to be active.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
"So you’re a mber of the Fu Clan. I happen to have so business in Cultivation Sun City. Why don’t we travel together and discuss this further?"
"Senior is going to Cultivation Sun City?" Fu Hongwen asked, surprised. "Since Senior has invited , Junior would be impolite to refuse."
"Excellent."
Song Wen summoned a Giant Flying Ship, invited Fu Hongwen aboard, and set course westward.
Cultivation Sun City wasn’t far from Great Tan City, less than two hundred thousand li away.
As for the Fu Clan, they were considered a mid-sized cultivation family in the Southern Nether Region, with only two Void Refinent Stage cultivators among their ranks.
Throughout the journey, Song Wen spoke eloquently, continuously sharing his thods for pursuing won with Fu Hongwen.
He explained how to subtly reveal deep affection to stir ripples in a woman’s heart, how to craft sweet words to precisely pluck at her heartstrings, how to discern a woman’s thoughts and cater to her desires, and how to maintain the perfect balance and rhythm, leaving her heart feeling like it had been lightly scratched by a cat’s paw, unable to resist.
Having witnessed Song Wen’s success firsthand, Fu Hongwen believed every word he said without question.
By the ti Cultivation Sun City appeared in the distance, Fu Hongwen felt the conversation had ended too soon.
"Senior Lei Yue, what brings you here? Is there anything this junior can do to assist you?" Fu Hongwen asked earnestly, as if he couldn’t repay Song Wen’s ’ntorship’ without performing so service.
"Then I thank you in advance, little friend," Song Wen replied. "I’m here to track down a Divine Transformation Stage corpse cultivator who is my sworn enemy. Reliable intelligence suggests he recently appeared in Cultivation Sun City. The Fu Clan has been rooted here for generations and must be intimately familiar with every aspect of the city. I hope you can discreetly inquire within the clan for any clues or leads."
Fu Hongwen, suspecting nothing, readily agreed.
"Senior, rest assured, this matter is in my hands."
Song Wen said, "That corpse cultivator is exceptionally cunning and skilled in disguise. When you gather information, little friend, be discreet and operate in secret. Avoid alerting the cultivator, lest you startle them into fleeing elsewhere."
Fu Hongwen replied, "Senior’s teachings will be etched in my mory."
As Cultivation Sun City drew near, Song Wen halted the Giant Flying Ship.
"I’ll wait here for your good news, little friend."
After exchanging Communication Jade Slips, Fu Hongwen ventured alone toward Cultivation Sun City.
Song Wen landed on a nearby mountain peak, patiently awaiting his return.
A day later, Fu Hongwen finally reappeared.
"Senior, I’m truly ashad. My efforts were fruitless; I couldn’t uncover any information related to the Divine Transformation Stage corpse cultivator," Fu Hongwen said apologetically.
Song Wen replied, "It’s only been a day. Finding nothing in such a short ti is understandable. I still hope you’ll continue your investigation."
Fu Hongwen shook his head. "I’m afraid that’s impossible. My father has strictly forbidden from pursuing any matters related to corpse cultivators."
Song Wen’s brow furrowed slightly, his expression puzzled.
"Why would your father forbid you from investigating?"
"He claims it’s for my safety," Fu Hongwen explained. "But I was rely inquiring about corpse cultivator activity among family mbers. How could that possibly endanger my life? Still, I dare not disobey my father’s orders."
Song Wen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in their depths.
It was clear that Fu Hongwen’s father knew sothing he wasn’t revealing.
"I haven’t had the pleasure of asking, who is your esteed father?"
Fu Hongwen replied, "My father is Fu Chengye."
Song Wen’s heart skipped a beat.
Fu Chengye was one of only two Void Refinent Stage cultivators in the Fu Clan, possessing mid-stage Void Refinent cultivation.
This ant the Divine Blood Gate cultivator operating in Cultivation Sun City was no weakling—at least a Void Refinent Stage cultivator.
"Ah, so you’re Senior Fu Chengye’s son. My eyes have failed ."
Fu Hongwen said, "Senior, you flatter . Now that we’ve found no trace of your enemy, what are your plans?"
Song Wen replied, "It was rely hearsay that my enemy appeared in Cultivation Sun City—a wild goose chase from the start. Since even your Fu Clan’s investigation yielded nothing, they’re likely not here. I plan to return to Great Tan City and continue my search there."
Fu Hongwen said, "I’m also heading to Great Tan City. Would you mind if I accompanied you, Senior?"
"We’ve taken to each other like old friends. Such a small matter is no trouble at all."
After Song Wen finished speaking, he summoned his Giant Flying Ship, boarded Fu Hongwen, and headed toward Great Tan City.
Upon arriving at Great Tan City, Song Wen excused himself and parted ways with Fu Hongwen.
He circled the city twice before exiting and setting course for Cultivation Sun City.
The identity of "Lei Yue" still had its uses, and Song Wen didn’t want to arouse suspicion through any careless actions.
When he returned to Cultivation Sun City, Song Wen had transford into a middle-aged cultivator at the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage.
Standing on a small mountain outside the city, Song Wen gazed at the Fu Clan’s ancestral lands, deep in thought.
How can I lure Fu Chengye out of hiding?
He stood there from dawn till dusk before finally devising a plan.
Retreating three thousand miles, Song Wen found a desolate mountain valley and waited.
By midnight, the world was utterly silent.
He summoned his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation and draped it in a black cloak.
Then, he and his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation engaged in a fierce battle, reducing the valley and the surrounding hundred-mile radius to ruins.
(End of the Chapter)
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