92: Wang Teng: Playing the piano at random!

“A straight purple bamboo, given to my brother to make a flute.

The flute faces the mouth, the mouth faces the flute, and a tune of fresh flowers is played from the flute.

Brother, is this flute good or not? Brother, is this flute good or not?”

Inside the market hall, Wang Chen stroked his beard, a soft Jiangnan tune wafting into his ears.

This was a courtesan he had invited from the Miaoyin Brothel at no small cost.

It had to be said that the tunes sung by the Miaoyin Brothel's courtesans were truly extraordinary, making his heart itch with desire.

Furthermore… ever since Wang Teng left, Wang Chen seemed to have experienced a second spring.

Everything he did went smoothly.

The Crescent Lake Market was flourishing, and all the trivial matters were handled by his subordinates, so he didn't need to show his face at all.

He watched tens of thousands, or even more, Spirit Stones flow into his accounts daily, and his heart was filled with joy.

He felt that he could work at the Wang Family Market until he retired.

Another point was also due to the Wang Family's recent surge in prominence.

Immortal Sen Yan had Breakthrough to the Dao Foundation Realm, Awakening a Medium Grade Dao Foundation Divine Ability, the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains.

He was already the backbone of the Wang Family, and the clansmen of Sen Yan's lineage had also been relocated to a more Spirit Qi-rich area within the Wang Family's territory to live.

Although Wang Chen was not a direct descendant of Immortal Sen Yan, he was still a distant Disciple within the five mourning periods, and due to his contributions and Immortal Sen Yan's favor, his entire Family, old and young, had entered a Spirit Qi-rich area.

During this time… one of his young grandsons was born, and immediately upon birth, he was detected to have fire affinity.

His Aptitude was also quite good.

This filled his heart with motivation.

Sometimes, Wang Chen couldn't help but wonder… was the reason for his mediocre Luck because of that unlucky child, Wang Teng?

If he had let that little bastard go out for experience earlier, he probably would have made great strides long ago.

Thinking this, Wang Chen felt it made more and more sense.

Then, a figure in light red, wearing thin gauze, gracefully approached, carrying a pot of wine, with a strong scent of rouge, and a face adorned with alluring yet innocent makeup.

Without any regard for appearances, she came before Wang Chen and sat on his lap like a willow catkin swaying in the wind.

Then, she slowly leaned against him, and a soft voice whispered in his ear, filled with extreme affection, causing sparks to fly from Wang Chen's Dantian.

“Lord Wang~ Would you like another pot?”

As a Righteous Path Cultivator… Wang Chen coughed twice, then opened his mouth to the spout of the pot.

The immortal brew slowly poured out of the spout, and a blush flashed across his face.

His hands also became restless.

What Righteous Path Cultivator nonsense… This was his life; he couldn't achieve Foundation Establishment True Person, nor did he have any hobbies, and Heaven And Earth Treasure wouldn't fall into his hands… He relied on miscellaneous duties to earn some Family wealth.

Wasn't it right to enjoy himself?

Wang Chen said, somewhat tipsily.

“Drinking a pot of wine is fine, but, young lady… please don't use that Dual Cultivation method later… I am old, and I rely on this essence to live a few more years. If you drain me in one go… wouldn't I become a laughingstock?”

The Cultivator from the Red Sleeve Brothel smiled sweetly, her voice like soft silk, her breath like orchids, lingering around his ear.

“My Lord… aren't you underestimating your concubine with those words? Nowadays, My Lord is at the height of his influence… It is said that when the Immortal Master cultivating on the mountain peak had not yet achieved the Realm of Immortal Master, you had an extremely good relationship with him, and that Immortal Master is even your own elder.”

“Now that he has achieved the Realm of Immortal Master, it can be said that you have risen to the heavens in one step, with joy at your door… Even if you gave your concubine a hundred guts, she wouldn't dare to do anything to you~”

“My Lord… regarding the Red Sleeve Brothel opening a branch in the Crescent Lake Market….”

Her slender fingers, like green onions, continuously circled and drew on Wang Chen's chest.

Her delicate fingernails shimmered alluringly, stirring a ripple in one's heart.

Wang Chen was immersed in it, but he did not relax his guard.

He knew that the woman in front of him had come because she saw the future development of the Huangfeng Plains and wanted to establish roots there.

It was just that a neutral-to-evil force like the Red Sleeve Brothel… was indeed difficult to admit into the market.

All the women of the Red Sleeve Brothel Cultivate charm techniques and Dual Cultivation arts… If they were rashly introduced, they would have a tremendous impact on the robust warriors and Cultivators, causing them to lose their combat effectiveness and become lost in a world of pleasure.

This was not what he wanted to see.

But even if he couldn't grant the request… he still had to take advantage.

Wasn't it a bastard move not to take advantage when there was one?

He, Wang Chen, had spent sixty years in the Mortal World… managing the Crescent Lake Market to such a flourishing state.

What did he rely on?

He relied on being shameless!

Wang Chen smiled and took the woman's hand, chuckling.

“Young lady… I don't have the final say on this matter.”

“Nominally, I manage the affairs of the Crescent Lake Market, but after all, I still have an Immortal Master above me.”

“The Red Sleeve Brothel behind you is a behemoth no less than Qingchi Mountain; rashly entering might be inappropriate.”

“This matter… still needs to be discussed at length.”

The woman's expression stiffened, but she quickly adjusted. Just as she was about to get up, she heard a boisterous sound from outside.

“Old geezer! Old geezer! I'm back!”

“Hmm? Old geezer, what are you doing? Why do I smell wine and meat?”

“No… why is there also the scent of rouge?”

“Hiss… this sound, isn't this the Miaoyin Brothel's musical Magical Artifact? Old geezer, is there a distinguished guest today?”

“No… it must be you, old geezer, who knew I was coming back, so you're making such a grand show to welcome me.”

“Oh, come on, we've known each other since we were kids, do you have to go this far? Next time, no more such extravagance, okay?!”

“What the hell, why aren't you letting me in?!”

At the front of the hall, Wang Teng kicked a guard flying, then stepped into the hall.

Immediately… his eyes almost popped out. He stammered as he looked at the scene in the hall, then incredulously looked at Wang Chen, who was embracing an alluring woman on the main seat, and cried out in anguish.

“Propriety and music have collapsed, propriety and music have collapsed, old geezer!”

“I misjudged you!”

“Are you worthy of my Uncle's wife, who died long ago? Men are indeed all bad!”

“I'm going to report this to the Family and impeach you! You're in the market, not doing your job properly for the Family… instead, you're indulging in beauty here.”

“Old geezer… you've changed, I don't even recognize you anymore!”

“You didn't call me for your secret party!!!”

Seeing this, Wang Chen's face darkened. He quickly pushed the woman away, completely disregarding the resentment in her eyes.

Then, he dismissed the Miaoyin Brothel courtesan and everyone else in the hall.

He looked at Wang Teng irritably and said.

“Why are you back?!”

“Things are not as you think!”

Wang Teng's finger trembled as he said.

“When I was in the market, you pretended to be so proper. As soon as I left, you stopped pretending, didn't you? Are you guarding against me?”

“Cough, cough… you don't understand, I'm afraid of corrupting you!”

“Your Uncle's wife has been dead for twenty years, I can't possibly remain a widower, can I?”

“I am old, but I can still procreate!”

“Who knows, I might even give birth to another Wang Family Disciple with a Spiritual Root… contributing to the Wang Family.”

“What do you know? You're still young, there are many things you only see on the surface.”

“When you reach my age… you'll understand!”

“I understand your ass! You must arrange for me to go to the Miaoyin Brothel tonight, otherwise, I'll tell my cousin!”

“Little brat, cursing at me in front of me?”

“Bring the whip!!!”

“Ow!!! Ow!!!!”

One stick of incense later, Shen Li slowly walked into the hall. Wang Chen, looking refreshed, put away his whip, his expression softening.

Looking at Shen Li, he smiled and said.

“Nephew is here too?”

“Come, sit down, quick, sit down.”