Chapter 186: Night Attack on the Oiran

Night is approaching.

Yunming and Zhengzha did not choose to spend the night in Chunyu Tower.

They prepared for a night attack.

The news has been found out, and Yun Ming's plan needs to be slightly changed.

His original plan was to use the demon pill to lure the immortal cultivators, then control them, and then slowly comprehend them, striving to control a large sect within ten days.

With power, you can search for system owners on a large scale.

But now this plan has to be put on hold.

Chunyu Tower at night is extremely luxurious.

Fortunately, the sound insulation of each room is very good.

It will not affect everyone's work of making babies.

Yun Ming's illusory figure shuttled through Chunyu Tower.

Soon, Yunming found his target.

Oiran, the language of flowers.

Huayu was originally from a family of officials, but because her father committed a serious crime, she was forced to flee here and eventually became an oiran.

There are no guests at Flower Language tonight.

In the luxuriously decorated ancient pavilion, the courtesan Huayu was lying in a wooden barrel covered with flower petals, and two pretty maids were wiping her body.

Laughter and joy, beautiful girls.

A little maid spoke up.

"Sister Huayu's skin is so beautiful..."

"Sister Huayu's hands are so thin and long..."

Huayu had long been accustomed to the compliments from the maids. There was no extra expression on her face, and her stunningly beautiful appearance always had a hint of smile.

I don't know when the sounds of birds and insects around me disappeared.

The three mortals did not notice anything unusual.

But then the two little maids also disappeared.

Huayu, who was enjoying the show with her eyes closed, suddenly noticed something was wrong.

If she didn't notice such an obvious abnormality, she would be a fool.

Huayu opened her eyes and saw a man sitting next to a wooden barrel covered with flower petals.

The man had a handsome appearance, with a faint smile on his face.

A pair of eyes, dark and deep, without any desire.

"Who are you!"

Huayu subconsciously covered her chest.

"Even if I tell you, you won't remember. Although you are beautiful, I want your memory more than your body."

Yun Ming said lightly.

Huayu's memory is undoubtedly an important piece of information, which contains his target's appearance, figure, personality, and tone of voice.

"Someone, come quickly!!!"

Huayu was, after all, just an ordinary woman. The moment she sensed danger, she could only call for help instinctively.

But the night was so quiet that the bright lights outside the door seemed to be frozen at this moment.

This is a ghost place, a place that no one will disturb.

"Although I have a lot of time, I don't want to waste it on you. Buddha said that beauty is the skeleton, bones are flesh, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will eventually grow old and turn into a pile of yellow earth."

There was a glimmer of light in Yunming's eyes. Huayu's mood gradually calmed down as she looked at those eyes. The memories in her mind were forcibly invaded.

This is the dual use of mental power and memory ghost.

Countless memory fragments like movie tapes flashed through Yun Ming's eyes, and he soon found Li Bai in Hua Yu's memory.

He was a man in his early 20s, handsome, smiling, with a hint of desire in his eyes, and his words always sounded a bit vulgar.

Yun Ming remembered the man's appearance, his breath, his looks, his figure, the tone of his voice, the way he looked at people. Even if the man was in disguise, as long as these things did not change too much, he would still be able to find him.

“I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected gain.”

In Huayu's memory, in order to commemorate Li Bai, she secretly plucked a hair from Li Bai in the middle of the night, and hid this hair in the sachet she always carried with her. This hair was her spiritual sustenance and her first heartbeat.

This can also be called love.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, a hair can be fatal.

"The medium is here."

Yun Ming waved his hand casually, and a somewhat dry and yellow hair appeared in his hand. With another wave of his hand, the hair disappeared.

Now is not the time to use this hair.

Yun Ming then checked the memories of several other courtesans.

The results are pretty much the same.

But they didn't leave behind anything that belonged to Li Bai.

After doing all this, Yun Ming left Chunyu Tower.

Yun Ming's figure appeared in the inn far away from Chunyu Tower.

Zheng Zha has been waiting here for a long time.

"How is it, did you gain anything?"

Yun Ming nodded, then stretched out his hand and transmitted the image of Li Bai he saw into Zheng Zha's mind.

Among them, temperament, eyes, tone... are emphasized.

Zheng Zha closed his eyes and digested the extra memories in his mind.

"I see."

It’s a pity that in the memories of these courtesans, Li Bai was fake, his identity was fake, his name was fake, and even his claim of being from the Tang Dynasty was fake.

There is no dynasty called Tang Dynasty in Xuanyuan Realm.

"Alas! Although this kind of thing happens a lot in novels, in reality this kind of behavior is completely based on plagiarism to defraud money, sex, and emotions. These courtesans actually thought that Li Bai really loved them and was willing to redeem them, haha."

There was a lot more sarcasm in Yunming's tone.

"Can you find a hair?"

Zheng Zha looked at Yun Ming and asked.

Yun Ming stretched out his hand and a withered yellow hair suddenly appeared.

"Sure, as long as it's his hair, it'll be fine. Besides, I'm not casting a mortal curse, I'm just finding him through a medium."

After Yun Ming finished speaking, he launched the curse of touching the medium of the ghost.

Thousands of miles away, in the mountains that are shrouded in fog all year round.

A huge and glorious sect of cultivating immortals stands here.

At the foot of Zongmen Mountain stands a hundred-meter-high boulder with three large characters carved on it.

Divine Sword Sect. These three words contain extremely sharp sword energy. The person who carved these three words must be a great master of swordsmanship.

In this immortal cultivation sect, a cynical young man who had been slacking off all day long was suddenly awakened.

"Why do I feel danger, system, system."

【I am the host】

"Did you notice anything?"

[Host, this system is in hibernation. Please don't disturb me for such a simple matter. This is very dangerous.]

"Come to think of it, why are you in hibernation? It didn't take this long the last time you upgraded."

The young man asked doubtfully.

[You will know after you refine Pangu's essence and blood in your body].

"Oh, speaking of which, this Pangu blood essence is really difficult to cultivate."

The young man lay back on the lawn and spoke leisurely.

A drop of red blood like a gem in his dantian was emitting incomparably abundant spiritual energy.

These spiritual energies are transforming the young man's body.

This is the Divine Sword Sect, one of the three top sects in the Xuanyuan Realm.

The Divine Sword Sect was established ten thousand years ago and has many Nascent Soul ancestors, which are extremely terrifying.

(End of this chapter)