Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 94

“Well now, this young master simply must see what’s going on with this newly opened Fengyue Pavilion.”

“To think they opened a pleasure house in this young master’s territory without even notifying him.”

Seeing the beautifully adorned women on the upper floor, Hua Jianghe felt a surge of wicked desire.

This time, no one dared to step forward and stop Hua Jianghe’s decision.

After all, with the earlier example of the guard who tried to dissuade him, the others didn’t dare speak out of turn.

None of them wanted to be slapped!

The moment Hua Jianghe and his group entered the Fengyue Pavilion, they were met by a strange, exotic fragrance that gave them a peculiar, light-headed feeling.

“That’s strange, why does it feel a bit cold?”

The guard who had been slapped earlier suddenly felt a wave of chilliness wash over him.

This wasn’t a simple chill from low temperature, but rather a sinister, creepy coldness.

He wasn’t the only one who felt it; the other guards clustered around Hua Jianghe felt it too.

“Young Master, something’s not right.”

An older guard, prompted by these strange sensations, suddenly stopped and leaned close to Hua Jianghe, speaking softly into his ear.

“Hmm?”

A flicker of displeasure crossed Hua Jianghe’s face, but seeing it was the older guard speaking, he didn’t lash out as he had before.

The earlier surge of wicked desire was also suppressed within him. He quickly scanned the interior of the Fengyue Pavilion.

What met his eyes was the ground floor, where over a dozen exquisitely crafted tables were arranged, covered with beautifully patterned gauze curtains.

Shadowy figures moved about; there were quite a few young wealthy noblemen, dressed similarly to him.

He saw a group of beauties moving gracefully among them, their figures alluring, each carrying an air of boundless charm and captivating allure.

They wore华丽 (huá lì – magnificent) yet flimsy garments, adorned with various delicate pearls and jade, their steps light as they danced and flitted through the crowd.

“Come, young master, over here. Xiao Shuang, Xiao Li, come quickly and attend to the young master!”

But before Hua Jianghe could finish looking around,

a woman, still attractive and well-preserved, approached. Dressed in a seductive, light-red outfit, an even stronger wave of that mysterious fragrance washed over them.

Under the influence of this mysterious scent, the five guards beside Hua Jianghe felt their minds grow confused, their eyes filling with bewilderment.

And Hua Jianghe himself, without the guards’ reminders, felt his inner desires swell boundlessly.

His eyes gradually grew dazed and unfocused.

Two women with peach-blossom-like faces, delicately painted brows, and dressed in light pink gossamer silk, glided over with light steps.

They then took the opportunity to extend their jade-white arms, positioning themselves on his left and right, linking their arms with Hua Jianghe’s.

“Young Master, let Xiao Shuang and Xiao Li…”

Just then, a powerful gust of wind swept through, carrying a wave of scorching, steam-like heat, surging like ocean waves directly towards Hua Jianghe.

“Audacious!”

“How dare you!”

This voice boomed like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear day, startling everyone in the Fengyue Pavilion awake.

A middle-aged man, roughly in his fifties or sixties, holding a large broadsword from which flickering white steam emanated, stood there.

This man looked gravely at the Fengyue Pavilion.

He had rushed in from outside, his movements clean and decisive, directly swinging his blade down in a vertical chop aimed at the two women flanking Hua Jianghe.

Instantly, the two women were cleaved in two by the sharp blade light.

But what was horrifying was that the bisected women did not bleed.

Instead, they let out piercing, mournful screams, their beautiful faces rapidly burning away, transforming into wisps of white smoke that drifted out.

Following this scream, the scene inside the Fengyue Pavilion rapidly shifted and transformed. The previously bustling, laughter-filled spectacle gradually faded away.

Hua Jianghe’s blurry eyes regained clarity in an instant, and then he felt a slight pain in his arms.

“Ah!”
“My hands!”

He looked down and found that his arms had turned pitch black, and wisps of cold and chilly air were emanating from them.

Then, under Hua Jianghe’s wide, furious eyes,

the middle-aged man swung his broadsword again, ruthlessly chopping towards Hua Jianghe’s shoulders.

Thud! Thud!
Two soft sounds followed as Hua Jianghe’s arms fell to the ground.

“Uncle Qing! You…!”

Hua Jianghe’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, staring in disbelief at the middle-aged man.

He couldn’t understand why this man, whom he knew so well, would chop off both his arms.

Uncle Qing was the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sea Gang, the only Tempered Blood realm martial artist besides his own father.

More importantly, he was the direct disciple of his grandfather, Hua Tianhai, and had always shown him utmost care and concern.

Why would he suddenly appear here today and sever both his arms?

“Xiao He!”
“Look around you. Look at where you’ve managed to wander into.”

Hua Jianghe, bearing the intense pain, quickly glanced around.

Immediately, he saw a terrifying scene.

The once brightly lit, luxurious, and grand Fengyue Pavilion had transformed into a damp, sinister, and decaying building.

And the passersby who had entered had all turned into desiccated, withered corpses emitting a Yin-cold aura.

What frightened Hua Jianghe even more was that his five guards lay on the ground, their bodies mutilated and incomplete, devoid of any life force.

“Uncle Qing, what is this thing?!”
“Is it… that kind of thing?”

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Hua Jianghe immediately remembered the ‘dirty things’ his grandfather and father had spoken of.

“Yes!”
“The Phantom of the Fengyue Pavilion!”

The middle-aged man emanated a robust, vigorous life force from his entire body, resisting the increasingly dense and oppressive Yin energy.

“This thing…”
“How is this possible!”
“Wasn’t it dealt with eight years ago by that Xuan Envoy from the Mystical Bird Guard?”
“How has it revived?”

Ignoring the grave expression on Uncle Qing’s face, Hua Jianghe panicked and spoke hurriedly.
“Uncle Qing, get me out of here, quick!”

Leave?
If they could have left, he would have taken Hua Jianghe away already.

Hearing Hua Jianghe’s words, Uncle Qing’s face turned pale and helpless. He lifted his head to look towards the second floor.

There was a dilapidated, damp, and rotten door, from behind which a faint, eerie blue light emanated.

Illuminated by that strange blue light, a faint, flickering black shadow stood in front of the doorway, seemingly staring right at them.

Hua Jianghe noticed Uncle Qing’s unusual fixation and followed his gaze, witnessing this horrifying sight.

“Uncle Qing, save me!”

As for that monstrous thing by the door, being the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sea Gang, he naturally knew its origin.

The Phantom of the Fengyue Pavilion!
“A Fierce Grade Weirdness!”

This Yin energy… the middle-aged man felt the cold, sinister aura growing more and more tangible, already beginning to affect his own life force.