Chapter 1480: A Chance to Taste Her Sweetness

Translator: CinderTL

A satisfied smile spread across Song Wen’s face.

"Sufficient Spiritual Qi is all we need. As for the defensive array, why bother with a direct assault? Wouldn’t it be far more elegant to have Peach Blossom True Immortal open the gates and welcome us inside?"

With this thought, Song Wen dove downward, soaring toward the entrance of Peach Blossom Valley.

The valley’s entrance was nestled in a ravine between two towering peaks.

A stone tablet stood before the gate, inscribed with the three large characters: "Peach Blossom Valley."

A dozen guards stood before the tablet, their cultivation levels capped at the Divine Transformation stage. Without exception, all were women, and none lacked beauty.

"Who goes there? State your purpose for visiting Peach Blossom Valley!"

A delicate yet sharp voice rang out.

The speaker was a female cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage. Though her cultivation was unremarkable among the guards, her beauty was unparalleled. Judging by the other guards’ deference, she was likely their leader.

Song Wen landed on a slope before the gate, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow.

"I am Fan Kang, a rogue cultivator. I have come today solely to present a treasure to Peach Blossom True Immortal."

"Present a treasure?" The beautiful woman looked skeptical. "Where is it? Show me!"

Song Wen’s expression stiffened.

Everyone says they’re here to present treasures to Peach Blossom True Immortal, so what business does a mere nascent soul cultivator have interfering?

If you want the treasure, at least let Peach Blossom True Immortal make an appearance.

"I accidentally obtained a Ten-Thousand-Year Void Nightmare Wood. I wish to use it as a token to request an audience with Peach Blossom True Immortal. Would you please relay my request, little friend?"

"Ten thousand years... Void Nightmare Wood? What’s that?" The beautiful woman asked almost instinctively.

Hearing this, Song Wen mentally downgraded his evaluation of Peach Blossom True Immortal by another two points.

His subordinates are nothing but useless fools.

Void Nightmare Wood wasn’t particularly rare, but a specimen ten thousand years old was exceedingly rare.

For high-tier wood-attribute cultivators, Ten-Thousand-Year Void Nightmare Wood was an invaluable treasure. It could be used to forge weapons or to craft auxiliary Spirit Treasures like meditation cushions, enhancing cultivation speed.

And Peach Blossom True Immortal was precisely a wood-attribute cultivator.

"Hand over that Ten-Thousand-Year Void Nightmare Wood to me," the beautiful woman said, her tone matter-of-fact, as if demanding something that was rightfully hers. "I’ll deliver it to Peach Blossom True Immortal. If he decides to see you, he’ll summon you himself."

"Little friend," Song Wen replied, "the immortal maiden may not be aware, but I have a matter of life and death that requires a personal audience with Peach Blossom True Immortal. With your radiant beauty and compassionate nature, I implore you to convey my sincere request. This Fan will forever remember your kindness."

As he spoke, Song Wen slipped a storage pouch into the woman’s hand.

The beautiful woman tucked the pouch into her ample bosom, her lips curving into a slight smile.

"Very well. Wait here while I relay your message. But I can’t guarantee the True Immortal will grant you an audience."

Song Wen’s face lit up with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, immortal maiden."

Without another word, the woman twisted her waist, turned, and passed through the barrier guarding the mountain gate, vanishing into the valley.

Roughly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the barrier rippled again.

The beautiful woman who had appeared earlier stepped forward first, respectfully moving aside to make way.

Immediately afterward, a palanquin floated slowly into view.

The palanquin was spacious, measuring nearly twenty meters wide, with pale pink silk curtains draped on all sides.

Inside, a middle-aged man reclined languidly.

The man possessed handsome features, his brow carrying an air of dissolute charm that seemed impossible to shake off.

He wore a pink brocade robe, half-open to reveal his firm, muscular chest.

Several women knelt or lay around him, each strikingly beautiful and dressed in thin, revealing garments that barely concealed their delicate figures.

"Boy, you’re the one offering a treasure? Show it to me," the man said.

Song Wen was inwardly surprised.

This man was none other than the Peach Blossom True Immortal, whom he had sought to meet.

The fact that a Late Body Integration Stage cultivator would personally leave his secluded valley to meet a mere Void Refinement Stage cultivator like Song Wen was truly unexpected.

Song Wen flipped his hand and produced a long, narrow jade box over three meters in length, holding it respectfully with both hands.

"True Immortal, please examine this."

The Peach Blossom True Immortal’s gaze fell upon the jade box.

Without warning, the box suddenly sprang open.

Within the jade box lay a spirit wood, its roots intact and branches still adorned with leaves, emitting a faint, ethereal green glow.

Peach Blossom True Immortal straightened abruptly, his face lighting up with undisguised delight.

"It truly is a Ten-Thousand-Year Void Nightmare Wood."

Before the words had fully left his lips, the jade box floated into the air and landed before him.

The True Immortal examined the Void Nightmare Wood closely.

Song Wen maintained his respectful demeanor, head bowed slightly, expression humble. Yet within his sea of consciousness, divine sense power surged subtly but lethally.

This Ten-Thousand-Year Void Nightmare Wood was a prize he had claimed during his slaughter of demon races on the Western Rong Continent.

He had annihilated countless demon clans.

The territories these demons had occupied often harbored heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

"Boy, this treasure is quite impressive. This True Immortal will accept it. Now, scram!" Peach Blossom True Immortal declared.

The respectful, false smile on Song Wen’s face froze abruptly.

Take the treasure and then tell me to ’scram’? Isn’t that a bit too much of a betrayal?

Perhaps sensing Song Wen’s resentment, Peach Blossom True Immortal twirled a strand of black hair from the female attendant beside him around his fingertip, his tone playful.

"You’ve disturbed my secluded cultivation. I should immediately extract your soul and refine it, but considering you offered me a treasure, I’ll spare your life—a tremendous grace indeed. If you wish to make further requests, present a treasure of equal value. Then, I might show some mercy and listen to your trivial ’matter of life and death.’"

"This..."

Song Wen choked, a violent urge to tear the immortal into pieces surging through him.

Just as Song Wen was about to strike, a sudden realization struck him, and he suppressed the nine God-Slaying Thorns that were about to erupt from between his brows.

Peach Blossom True Immortal immediately turned his gaze toward the distant horizon.

A woman was rapidly approaching through the air.

The immortal’s playful expression vanished, replaced by a fawning smile. He leaped from his palanquin and rushed to greet her.

"Fellow Daoist Rongshu, what brings you to Peach Blossom Valley today?"

The woman known as Rongshu was gaunt and frail, resembling a withered twig dried by the wind. Her skin clung tightly to her bones, radiating a deathly, ashen pallor.

Rongshu flew until she stopped less than two feet from Peach Blossom True Immortal.

She raised her skeletal right hand and pressed it against his exposed chest. Her eyes, sunken deep into their sockets, gradually glowed with fervent lust.

"Why else would I come to find you?"

Rongshu’s hand slowly slid downward, her expression growing increasingly wanton.

Peach Blossom True Immortal seized her withered hand, which had already slipped to his lower abdomen, and said obsequiously, "To earn the favor of Fellow Daoist Rongshu is this humble one’s greatest fortune."

With that, he pulled Rongshu onto the palanquin.

The beautiful maidens on the palanquin tactfully withdrew.

The two immediately began to embrace passionately, as if no one else existed.

Suddenly, Rongshu paused and turned to Song Wen.

"Young one, who are you? Staring so intently as this venerable one dallies with another—do you covet my beauty?"

"Though your appearance is unremarkable, you still possess a youthful charm. Very well, I shall grant you the honor of tasting my fragrant lips."

(End of the Chapter)

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