CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 386: TELL THE TRUTH

The servant was quite sinister.

One Immortal Stone per person for entry.

The price was steep and felt like a rip-off. Qin Yang wanted to angrily retort, "Gone mad for money, have you?"

But Lin Fan, loaded with cash, handed it over smoothly.

"Oh, so Brother Lin is into this sort of thing too." Qin Yang’s expression was one every man would understand — turns out they were birds of a feather. He looked honest but was everything but, so lecherous!

Lin Fan replied seriously, "You underestimate me. Do you think I’m drawn in by beauty? You should consider this: The Flower List Immortal is here, clearly in trouble. As cultivators, can we stand idly by? Saving her from danger is our responsibility."

His words were noble and righteous.

Qin Yang wanted to shield his eyes—too dazzling, too blinding, way too saintly.

Bah!

What nonsense! Sounds nice, but you’d have to be foolish to believe it.

The interior of the Immortal Spring Pavilion was luxurious and splendid. An ordinary person seeing this would be stunned into silence. Just one glance was enough to know this place wasn’t for common folk.

Even during the day,

it was packed.

Apparently, the allure of the Flower List Immortal was immense—so much so that even accomplished Immortals couldn’t resist the temptation and came to spend a Flower Immortal Stone to witness it.

Walking into the establishment, Qin Yang dropped his usual smile and adopted a more arrogant demeanor. He deliberately walked ahead of Lin Fan and Xiang Fei, giving off the impression that the two following him were his servants and he was the main figure.

It must be said,

Qin Yang, as a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family, had his demeanor on point. He came across as an overbearing noble, unmistakably someone of extraordinary origin.

The madam, sharp-eyed as ever, quickly approached them. "Sir, how many of you are there?"

Qin Yang frowned, displeased. "Can’t you look for yourself? Why even ask?"

This was his usual way of talking, designed to irritate people.

The madam froze, indeed stunned by Qin Yang’s attitude. He seemed like an important figure, but judging by his plain attire, it didn’t match. Still, his aura was unmistakably that of a big family scion.

She glanced at Lin Fan and Xiang Fei next.

Thinking to herself, these two had extraordinary airs about them—they didn’t seem like mere attendants. But there was no time to overthink; she quickly plastered a smile across her face.

"Please, please come in." she said, ushering the three of them courteously.

The madam berated herself mentally for needlessly overthinking. On a day like today, none of the guests would be simple folk, so it was best to focus on arranging everything properly.

Of course, Qin Yang’s attitude even managed to win over the madam. She addressed all questions to him, genuinely seeming to believe he was in charge.

"Sir, do you need the girls to pour the wine?" she asked.

Qin Yang replied, "Girls to pour wine? Are they Immortals?"

The madam awkwardly answered, "Sir, you jest. Where would we get Immortals from? They’re just ordinary girls, but every single one is stunning."

"Tch! No interest. As Qin Yang, wherever I go, noble ladies of great families accompany me. How could common girls ever catch my eye? Perhaps if you summon that Flower List Immortal, it’d be more like it." Qin Yang declared.

What he said was true.

As a direct descendant of an Immortal Venerable Family, he was indeed usually accompanied by noble ladies. But to the madam, it seemed like madness—what kind of guest was she dealing with here? A lunatic?

In the end,

the madam had nothing left to say. She muttered a few perfunctory words and excused herself.

"Qin Yang, that’s enough now. If you keep acting, it’ll be excessive." Lin Fan remarked.

Qin Yang replied, "I’m not acting—I really am like this usually. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do."

Xiang Fei shook his head repeatedly. As expected, this was the temperament of a small-time scoundrel from an Immortal Venerable Family. With this personality, surviving this long was surely thanks to his Immortal Treasures and family background.

Lin Fan ignored him and instead surveyed his surroundings.

Where exactly was the Flower List Immortal?

His purpose in coming here was to see her—was she truly trapped by some unspeakable trouble? But now, not even a glimpse of her, which was rather disappointing.

At that moment,

the madam took the stage, radiating joy. The Immortals below naturally couldn’t wait any longer, shouting eagerly.

"Where is she? We came to see the Flower List Immortal, not you. Hurry up and bring her out!"

"Exactly, hurry it up."

Whoever said that cultivating Immortality meant forsaking worldly desires was lying. Even Immortals were captivated—beauty’s allure was still fearsome.

Perhaps this was evidence of something wrong with the Immortal Realm’s system.

Good deeds didn’t always lead to rewards, cause and effect weren’t that clear-cut, and the rules binding Immortals were lax—so everyone indulged freely, casting off restraint.

"Please, esteemed guests, wait a moment. Our lady is preparing and will be out shortly," the madam said with a smile.

But inwardly she thought,

"Wonderful, truly wonderful."

With so many patrons today, she was bound to make a fortune later.

Meanwhile, a young man banged his table and shouted, "Madam, stop wasting words and hurry it up! I, Long Hao, must see if your Oiran really is the Flower List Immortal. If you dare deceive us, I’ll smash this establishment!"

The madam replied, "Young Master Long, please be patient. We run a legitimate business. How could we possibly deceive our customers?"

Seeing someone so arrogant, Qin Yang scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph! A boastful creature in such a tiny town. If he knew I was a direct descendant of an Immortal Venerable Family, he’d probably be kneeling down kissing my feet."

"Don’t stir up trouble," Xiang Fei warned.

Behind the stage.

A stunningly beautiful woman was meditating with her eyes closed. Next to her, a maid said, "Miss, Young Master Long from the Long Family is already waiting outside."

"Mm." The woman answered indifferently.

The maid was puzzled. "Miss, if you want the Long Family’s heirloom treasure, why not just take it? Why go through all this trouble?"

The woman replied, "The heirloom treasure is quite unique. It must be willingly given by someone of Long Family blood. Otherwise, even if obtained, it will vanish. The time is about right—I should head out."

At that moment,

The madam hurried in, exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, dear lady! The guests outside are growing impatient—you must go out quickly, or they’ll turn the place upside down."

Unbeknownst to her, the madam had already fallen victim to a Divine Skill meant to cloud the mind. She therefore had no idea what the Flower List Immortal represented. If she did, no amount of courage would’ve let her act this way.

Outside.

Melodic music began to play.

The once-rowdy hall abruptly fell silent.

No person appeared yet, but an enchanting fragrance permeated the air.

Soon after,

A breathtaking figure slowly emerged. The crowd was utterly silent, save for the sound of gulping.

The ladies accompanying the guests were also captivated by the figure. They didn’t harbor any envy or jealousy, only a sense of inferiority.

There was simply no comparison between them.

This was akin to the moon gracing the night sky, while they were mere glowworms in the mortal world.

Gulp!

The crowd collectively froze in awe.

For them, when had they ever seen such beauty? She was truly an Immortal—a presence that could only be admired from afar, never approached.

Just seeing her now was worth dying for.

Lin Fan stared wide-eyed, unblinking. Seeing his expression, Xiang Fei noticed something new. Could it be Brother Lin was utterly powerless before beauty?

Qin Yang remarked, "Brother Lin, didn’t you say you weren’t into this sort of thing? You’re clearly mesmerized."

"No, I’m not looking at her appearance. I’m pondering something," Lin Fan frowned.

Qin Yang, casually sipping tea, almost spat it out upon hearing this.

Such a peculiar focus.

Lin Fan asked, "Do you recognize her?"

Qin Yang studied her closely and murmured, "I do. She’s Butterfly Fairy, ranked third on the Flower List. But this isn’t right—why would Butterfly Fairy be in such a place? Clearly, she has a motive."

Lin Fan shook his head. "I don’t think so. Perhaps she’s being coerced."

Already, Lin Fan was formulating a "rescue-the-damsel-in-distress" scenario in his mind.

Butterfly Fairy’s tall figure, starlight-like eyes, graceful movements, and intriguing silver flower petal mark at the corner of her eye made her impossibly stunning and unique. Her beauty was transcendent, her demeanor cool and indifferent, resembling a Green Lotus freshly bloomed.

Especially in such a smoky and alluring environment, where women were characterized by their seductive charm—a Green Lotus standing out was enough to drive people mad.

Truth be told,

of course,

these weren’t the most critical aspects.

The real standout factor was that her physique had developed in a rather... complex manner, seemingly beyond the control of natural laws governing growth. It warranted deeper investigation.

Seeing Lin Fan so entranced, Qin Yang speculated to himself. This guy has treated him well—even gifting him Tao Level Divine Skills. Definitely worth befriending. Now, if Butterfly Fairy, ranked third, were willing to descend into the mortal world...

Then clearly, there would be terms.

But for Qin Yang, any terms weren’t terms at all.

Bang!

At that moment, Qin Yang stood up arrogantly, slamming the table with a loud bang that caught everyone’s attention. The crowd wasn’t happy. Now that the Oiran had appeared, what was this guy trying to do?

With hands behind his back and eyes locked on Butterfly Fairy, Qin Yang declared, "I am Qin Yang, direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Qin Family. My friend here, Lin Fan, has taken a liking to you. Drop everything today and come with him. Whatever conditions you have, I can meet them."

"As for everyone else here, if you don’t want trouble with the Immortal Venerable Family, I suggest you stop now and go back where you came from."

After saying this,

Qin Yang instinctively reached for his Immortal Treasure Paper Fan, but alas, it had been taken by the Azure Dragon Tree. His lack of props hampered his otherwise unruly, arrogant demeanor.

Butterfly Fairy’s expression shifted slightly upon seeing Qin Yang.

She hadn’t expected to encounter a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family, Qin Yang, here. Her brows furrowed with concern, unsure if this would affect her plans.

Lin Fan blinked in surprise.

Xiang Fei was dumbfounded.

"What a moron."

Even if you truly were a direct descendant of an Immortal Venerable Family, do you think anyone here would believe you?

Or are you actually famous?

By now,

The crowd, momentarily intimidated by Qin Yang, snapped out of it and unleashed a barrage of insults.

"What kind of idiot is this?"

"Immortal Venerable Family? Hah! Shut up and throw something at him."

Bang! Crash!

Bananas, apples, and durians came flying from all directions, aimed to pelt this clown into oblivion. It was chaotic.

"What the hell?!"

"Who’s throwing stuff?!"

Qin Yang shielded his head and scrambled to avoid the flying fruits. Damn it, had the world simply decided to disrespect Immortal Venerable Families now?

Did these people have no fear of inviting calamity upon themselves?