Chapter 502 - 205: Great Sun True Dragon Fist! Dinghai City, Wan Qianlong
Chapter 502: Chapter 205: Great Sun True Dragon Fist! Dinghai City, Wan Qianlong
Nine great rivers, the Chilong River among them, encircled the city.
This was the Prefecture City of Dinghai Prefecture, and one of the most ancient royal cities in the Eastern Continent.
The Celestial Martial Country was also the only one of the hundreds of Dynasties on the Eastern Continent to possess two royal cities.
And Dinghai City was also known as the Western Capital.
The city was populous and endlessly prosperous.
Although it was only the pre-dawn hours, the city was already abuzz with a clamor of voices.
The voices of millions awakened the megalopolis from its nightly slumber.
Meanwhile, Yanyun Pavilion, tucked away in a corner of the South City, was just about to close its doors for the day.
"Uncle Wan."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
A woman’s lilting voice rang out, accompanying the knocks.
It woke Wan Qianlong, who had spent the night dallying amidst a pile of rouge and powder.
"It’s well past sunrise, sir. You ought to get up. The gentleman outside has been waiting for you all night."
"Let him keep waiting."
Surrounded by pale arms and slender legs, Wan Qianlong gave a long, lazy stretch.
"He’s just one of the Lin Family’s dogs. What does it matter if I make him wait outside for another week or two?"
As he stood up, seven or eight beautiful women, despite their bodies aching as if they had been ravaged by an elephant all night, scrambled to their feet to help him dress.
Gray martial robes, tall boots, a straw hat...
These items adorned a middle-aged man with a lazy expression, a tall and slender build, and a powerful Physique.
"Safe travels, Master."
The women, scantily clad, could not hide the exhaustion on their delicate faces.
"Who said I’m leaving?"
Wan Qianlong sat at the table, tapping it lightly. "Yun’Er, what’s this? Are you even going to skimp on a meal for me?"
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!"
A still-charming middle-aged woman pushed the door open from the outside and entered, an apologetic smile immediately gracing her face.
"It’s just... we can’t afford to offend Second Master Lin. Come tomorrow, if you want ten, even twenty tables, we’ll have them ready for you!"
As she spoke, she gestured for the women in the room to hurry up and leave.
Looking as if they had been granted a royal pardon, the women scurried out of the room.
Only one pretty girl, who bore a striking resemblance to the middle-aged woman, walked out the slowest, limping as she went.
"Sigh... time makes us all old."
Wan Qianlong shook his head slightly, looking at the woman before him with a sigh. "Forty years ago, when I first came here, your mother was just sixteen. Now, you’re not so young yourself."
"Master, you never seem to age."
The middle-aged woman’s expression was complicated as she looked at Wan Qianlong, who was just as dashing and martial as he had been forty years ago, without a single trace of age.
Even in this day and age, not everyone can cultivate.
’For three, almost four generations, her family has worked at this Yanyun Pavilion for nearly sixty years. Wasn’t it all just so one of their descendants could finally set foot on the path of cultivation?’
’But how could it be so easy for a poor family to change their destiny?’
"Even the Ancient Saint Emperors and Celestial Venerables decay and die, to say nothing of me, Wan Qianlong."
Wan Qianlong shook his head and sighed softly.
"Fine. In consideration of the three generations of your family who have served me for the past forty years... tell that little dog from the Lin Family to get in here."
"Thank you for your great kindness, Master Wan."
The middle-aged woman let out a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew.
A moment later, the pale-faced Lin San walked into the room. "Lin San greets Uncle Wan!"
"It’s been many years, but your distinguished presence is unchanged!"
In response to Lin San’s flattery, Wan Qianlong impatiently flicked his fingers.
"Spit it out!"
Lin San lowered his head, hiding the fury in his eyes, and immediately spoke with reverence. "To answer you, Master, there’s a fat sheep in Chishui City!"
"Oh?"
Wan Qianlong took off his straw hat, his eyes gleaming.
"How fat?"
"Even if you only take a ten percent cut, it would be enough for you to live lavishly at Yanyun Pavilion for five hundred years."
Wan Qianlong’s eyes narrowed.
"Is that so?"
...
The Lin Mansion was situated in the northern part of Dinghai City, a mere ten li from the City Lord’s Mansion. It covered a vast expanse of land, employed several thousand servants, and was dotted with pavilions as numerous as trees in a forest.
In an exquisite pavilion before a vast, man-made lake, Lin Longbai tossed fish food into the water, his eyes cast downward to watch the golden carp as they frantically chased the pellets.
Then, he asked nonchalantly,
"Did that old lecher agree?"
"Replying to you, Second Master, the old lecher didn’t say anything. However, he did accept the Elixir you provided."
Lin San knelt behind him, head bowed in submission. His face was a mixture of shame and apprehension as he asked,
"Second Master, is it possible that the old lecher took our things but won’t do the job?"
"Saying nothing means he agreed."
The corners of Lin Longbai’s mouth lifted into a cold smile.
"My gifts are not so easily taken!"