Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 520 - 520 380

520: Chapter 380 520: Chapter 380 “Let them in, but be wary of their use of drugs or special spells, such as enchantnt spells!”

“Young Master, why would you let such dangerous won in, especially when we have a mission?”

The follower’s words carried a hint of concern; he wouldn’t underestimate a woman, as sotis a woman could destroy a city.

It all depended on whether the woman’s role was significant or trivial.

Take, for example, the woman before them, if she truly were a disaster, he couldn’t imagine…

whether the Confucianism Tao clan would end up inviting calamity!

“It’s precisely because we have a mission that we must observe people we know and don’t know.

These two won have appeared suddenly, which I find very odd.

Like a fox, they will eventually show their tail; might as well let them in!”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The follower at the door turned his head to look at the person inside but stood still, not moving for a while.

The won at the door weren’t in a hurry either, because they knew that in this country, there were too many inconceivable ways of communication.

You could convey your thoughts without speaking and still let the other person know what you ant, while others couldn’t hear.

She had wanted to learn such a cultivation technique, but unfortunately, they could only learn so basic techniques.

The most powerful skills were beyond their reach; instead, they trained to learn the Invisibility Technique and charm skills, naturally concealing many specially made drugs on their bodies.

Like the shoes she wore for walking, they appeared only to have elevated heels, looking no different from regular shoes, except for making a wooden sound, unlike embroidered shoes.

However, her shoes were rigged with a chanism that could spray various poisonous or enchantnt drugs.

That was in line with many of the Cultivation World people here having Storage Bags, storage, rings, and the like for concealing objects or Magical Treasures; the Magical Treasures on her body were also nothing but chanisms of various items.

She wouldn’t act unless absolutely necessary; when not on a mission in the past, those shoes were rely the ones she wore every day.

“My Young Master invites you.

Waiter, add seats, co in and add dishes.”

The follower didn’t look at the woman’s face or eyes when speaking; instead, he looked at the waiter as if the conversation was entirely with the waiter.

“Certainly, honored guest!”

The waiter had many thoughts, admiring the woman who had successfully ingratiated herself with the Young Master to enter the room.

The skills of an official’s daughter are indeed impressive!

Fortunate that he didn’t say anything offensive earlier, the Official’s Daughter is truly clever and skilled.

The waiter spoke like that, simply waiting.

He wouldn’t dare to go in until the two won in front of him had entered the room first.

Du Jiaolan smirked triumphantly, just as she expected, not even the strongest-willed of young masters could escape her grasp.

With her graceful figure, she walked into the room with elegance, while her maid, who never expected that her mistress’s initiative would succeed in getting to know another Young Master, followed behind.

The mistress’s skills were profound, which she had co to appreciate greatly, having learned a lot from her.

However, the mistress’s actions were always mysterious, never allowing them close when talking to her mother.

The maid was just an ordinary one, not practicing any cultivation techniques, nor any advanced practice skills, only learning so basic Sword Skills from her mistress.

In truth, she was rely striving to be worthy of staying by her mistress’s side.

Her mistress wasn’t a Cultivator, but her training was sowhat bizarre; the sword skills and spells she learned were different.

The mistress had a Training Room to which she, as a maid, couldn’t enter, let alone secretly learn the mistress’s martial arts, since all of the maids were trained by dedicated trainers.

As Du Jiaolan arrived at the entrance of the room, the mont she stepped inside, her gaze fixed intently on the handso and dashing man before her.

Indeed, just as his profile suggested, he was as handso and dashing as the rumors claid, a man of complete martial arts, a Dragon among n.

Surveying the entire Imperial City, only a few n like him could be found.

Du Jiaolan didn’t believe that any prince from Imperial City could compare to the man before her.

She had heard enough about the imperial progeny being mostly good-for-nothing and extravagant, aside from their decent appearances and noble status.

In fact, many people saw the descendants of the Noble Clans as far more useful than them.

Tang Feiyang’s gaze lingered on the woman’s face for rely a second as she entered, before it dropped to her entire body, especially her shoes.

Tang Feiyang didn’t look at the woman before him with admiration.

If we talk about beauty, many won couldn’t compare to this one’s attractiveness.

Just like his cousin, who was fairly comparable to this woman in looks but was neither a cultivator nor the kind with whom he imagined he could soar together.

He believed his other half would definitely be an impressive figure.

She could be gentle too, but her own abilities must not be weaker than his.

For over twenty years, he had been searching for a woman who hadn’t yet appeared.

The woman before him was “special,” just as he had imagined.

Apart from her distinctive shoes, there was her gaze and the way she walked—an indication she had learned a unique cultivation technique ant to seduce.

Tang Feiyang had heard of Duke Du Mansion and was aware it was not aligned with his own faction, having no connections with them; he didn’t recognize their n or won.

His lack of recognition was due to the fact that they pursued different objectives and were not part of the sa faction.

Tang Feiyang seed to have heard that Duke Du was part of Pri Minister Liu Xu’s camp.

Tang Feiyang had only heard rumors and hadn’t confird whether they were true.

His own Confucianism Tao faction had been slightly antagonistic towards certain practitioners of ancient martial arts.

In court, his father was in opposition to the Pri Minister; it was for this reason he had had no dealings with mbers of the Pri Minister’s faction.

During his last mission, Tang Feiyang had co to fully comprehend the treasonous behavior of Liu Xu, and now, facing a woman from the sa side as a traitor, no matter how appealing her figure or face, he remained unmoved.

His own willpower was very strong, and the woman’s seductive gaze couldn’t bewitch him.

Du Jiaolan slowly walked in, lighting up the eyes of the noble man before her, while she tried to guess his thoughts about her from his facial expressions.

The man before her was indeed formidable, not rely soone with a handso face.

Unaffected by her employed skills, it seed this mission would be a challenge.

But what’s a bit of difficulty?

It was a challenge, and Du Jiaolan relished such trials!

Without waiting for the gentleman to invite her to sit, she signaled the maid to wipe the chair for her, then she sat down on the now clean chair.

Without waiting for the man before her to speak, she took the initiative to tell the waiter,

“The dish that the gentleman ordered just now, please serve another portion for myself.”

The waiter eagerly added another place setting, serving tea of course.

Hearing the woman assert herself so boldly, and having seen all sorts of won in his line of work, such unshy behavior seed out of character for the young lady of a prestigious house he was attending to.

It was more akin to behavior of brothel won—he wasn’t the slightest bit shy, and what was bolder was the young lady didn’t wear a veil.

Could it be she was deliberately revealing her face to bewitch n?

The waiter thought of the man downstairs who had suddenly changed, and he involuntarily shuddered, “Won beware!”

“Alright, Miss,” he replied.

The waiter scurried out as if being chased from behind.

Tang Feiyang, with one hand on his sword and the other lightly turning the teacup, swirled the tea inside, sniffing its aroma, which seed to neutralize the seductive skills of the woman before him.

“Young master, may I inquire your surna?”

Du Jiaolan also picked up a teacup, gently sipping it, feeling the spiritual energy within the tea pleasantly spreading through her body.

This tea was not cheap; even when she visited teahouses, she dared not order such expensive tea.

Indeed, ordinary nobility couldn’t afford such costly delicacies.

Today, she considered herself lucky, thinking that if she could latch onto such a man, she would be blessed for life.

Facing the man’s appearance, which surpassed even that of her siblings, he was undoubtedly pleasant on the eyes, and taking him out would certainly be impressive.

Regardless of whether this man could be of future use or beco her husband, the decision seed right.

Whether the mission would be successful was a matter for later.

As a woman, faced with such a man and despite her training, she couldn’t help but be moved.