Chapter 4092 — Betrothing a Maidservant?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Recently, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had grown a little complacent. But after that battle with the mid-stage Golden Core expert, that bit of restlessness had long since dissipated, replaced by an infinite thirst to grow stronger. Only strength was the foundation for standing firm on this Cloud Terrace Island.
During these two days, the caravan had completely left the mountain forest range and entered a flourishing region.
To Wei Zhao's great surprise, both the local customs and the architecture here were much like those of an ancient capital. Unlike the stern, solemn cultivation sects of the North Island, this was simply a bustling metropolis.
Along the way, inns, shops, taverns, brothels, and gambling dens kept appearing on both sides. Every worldly establishment one could imagine was fully present here. Beyond these were the deep-walled compounds of wealthy families, scattered amid the noisy, bustling market—carrying a secluded air of stillness within clamor that made one sigh with admiration.
"Could this be the Middle Island that everyone yearns for?" Wei Zhao could not help but marvel.
The Middle Island, legendary gathering place of top-tier sects, had in his imagination been much like the Threefold Pavilion of the North Island—famous mountains and Dao grounds everywhere, cave dwellings and immortal abodes. He had never expected such an unexpectedly prosperous scene. It felt as though he had returned to the mortal world—noisy and lively, yet always able to give one a rare sense of ease. Of course, this was the mortal world of ancient times.
Amid his astonishment, the caravan drove into a deep-walled compound. Judging by its dazzling array of courtyards layered one upon another, it must belong to a rare wealthy household.
After getting down from the carriage, Wei Zhao was promptly shown to a separate guest room. Yet no one came to attend to him. The guards outside had simply received Sima Qian's orders not to allow Wei Zhao to leave on his own.
With no other choice, Wei Zhao could only stay in the room and wait quietly. With his current strength, comparable to an ordinary early-stage Golden Core expert, it would not be difficult to shake off these guards—but what happened after he got out was another matter.
After all, this was the Middle Island, where dragons and tigers gathered. He was a stranger here, and his present strength might not be enough to handle sudden turns of events. Better to stay put for now and see how things developed.
Toward evening, Sima Qian finally arrived late. This time she had deliberately changed into an even thinner, more revealing low-cut gauze dress. Every gesture set her bosom surging, flesh half-hidden and half-revealed, and combined with her seductive, wanton air, she ceaselessly stirred a man's primal desires.
"Young Hero Ling, I have truly neglected you today. After days on the road, my body felt all sticky, so I went to take a bath. I hope you will not take offense." Sima Qian pressed close to Wei Zhao with a seductive smile, her alluring body brushing against him as if by chance.
"Not at all, not at all. Miss Sima, you have been most considerate. I am very satisfied." Wei Zhao laughed inwardly. To think a woman of this caliber would try to seduce him—she was simply asking for humiliation.
On the surface, however, Wei Zhao deliberately played along, his eyes shining and his breathing quickening in a textbook lecher's expression.
Seeing this, a trace of smugness flickered in Sima Qian's eyes. With light, graceful steps she personally brought over a bowl of soup and said, "Young Hero Ling, you suffered grave injuries before, and these past two days you have been jolted about in a carriage. Hurry and drink this bowl of ginseng soup to restore your vitality." R1152