Chapter 1329: Obsession
Translator: CinderTL
After Wu Lingzhu vanished without a trace, Song Wen turned back to glance at Lilang Pavilion.
The golden core stage maid within Lilang Pavilion was likely in league with Wu Lingzhu. In fact, the entire pavilion might be compromised, possibly not even belonging to the Myriad Swords Pavilion but rather being an asset of the Wu Clan.
Instead of confronting the maid, Song Wen took to the skies and flew deep into the city, eventually finding an inexpensive Cultivator Inn where he took up residence.
As a "bankrupt" cultivator, staying in a cheap inn was only logical.
The next day, as dawn broke, Song Wen’s figure appeared by the lake shore, gazing at the morning mist swirling across the water’s surface.
He stood motionless, from sunrise to sunset, and into the deepening night.
Only at the Zi hour, deep into the night, did he finally return to the inn.
Though the person he longed for never appeared, Song Wen was back by the lake at dawn the following day.
Day after day, he repeated this ritual.
Until noon on the ninth day.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
A mocking laugh echoed through the air. Ke Zheng had arrived.
He circled Song Wen several times, his eyes sweeping over him with amusement.
"Rumor has it that someone stands by the lake every day, gazing at the water, undeterred by wind, rain, or scorching sun. I thought it was some toad in a well, foolishly trying to reach for the celestial birds in the clouds. But it turns out it’s Fellow Daoist Jiang!"
Ke Zheng struck an exaggerated pose, as if suddenly enlightened.
"I see now... Fellow Daoist Jiang must be cultivating some secret art that requires absorbing solar energy. Perhaps... the Autumn Water Piercing Gaze Art? Or the Single-Minded Longing Great Art? Hahaha..."
Ke Zheng’s arrogant laughter echoed across the area, drawing curious glances from nearby passersby.
"Jiang Yushan, stop daydreaming! Do you really think a few sweet words will win Fairy Lingzhu’s favor? You’ve been guarding this spot daily, yet you probably don’t even have her Communication Jade Slip, do you?"
Ke Zheng flipped his hand and produced an identity token, proof of his status as a disciple of the Myriad Swords Pavilion.
After displaying the token to Song Wen and the surrounding onlookers, Ke Zheng continued, "This young master is different from you. As a core disciple of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, I can freely enter and exit the Wu Clan and meet Fairy Lingzhu at any time."
With another burst of arrogant laughter, Ke Zheng slowly ascended into the air and soared toward the distant pavilions and towers that shimmered faintly on the lake’s surface.
Faced with Ke Zheng’s humiliation and the curious stares of passersby, Song Wen’s expression was a mix of anger and resentment. He abruptly turned and strode away.
The ’lovesick’ act has played out long enough. Time to showcase my ’financial prowess’.
After all, mere infatuation wouldn’t sway certain women.
Song Wen entered a spiritual materials shop and produced a pile of such materials.
The materials varied widely in type and value, ranging from first-tier to sixth-tier, seemingly representing the entirety of his wealth.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Song Wen emerged from the shop with nearly forty thousand high-grade spirit stones, then departed.
He soared into the air, surveyed his surroundings, and then dove down toward a massive courtyard.
Outside the courtyard gate stood several alluring women in revealing attire.
"Young master, you’re so handsome! Please come in quickly. We sisters of the Soft Fragrance Pavilion adore dashing men like you."
Two women stepped forward, flanking Song Wen on either side as they led him into the courtyard.
Let’s not dwell on the night’s indulgences.
The next morning, Song Wen emerged from the Soft Fragrance Pavilion, looking slightly weary.
As he stepped through the courtyard gate, he spotted a graceful figure hovering in the air nearby—Wu Lingzhu.
Wu Lingzhu bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on Song Wen, a mix of anger and hurt in her gaze.
Tears gradually welled up in her eyes, shimmering like crystal.
She abruptly turned and sped away, leaving a single tear to drift in the wind.
"Fairy Lingzhu..." Song Wen called out anxiously, hurrying after her. "Immortal maiden, let me explain... I was just having a drink at the Soft Fragrance Pavilion..."
Wu Lingzhu ignored him, not even glancing back. Yet strangely, her pace wasn’t particularly fast.
Despite this, Song Wen, still exhausted from the previous night, couldn’t catch up. He could only watch helplessly as Wu Lingzhu vanished over Wushang Lake.
Staring at the empty sky ahead, Song Wen stood frozen in mid-air, his face etched with frustration.
After a long moment, as if struck by a sudden thought, he turned and flew west toward the city.
About a hundred miles outside the city walls, Song Wen stopped above a small basin.
The basin stretched a thousand miles wide, its terrain flat and abundant with Spiritual Qi, shrouded in swirling mist. Within it lay neatly arranged fields, where cultivators moved about their tasks.
This was one of the Wu Clan’s Spirit Fields, protected by a formation barrier that Song Wen couldn’t penetrate.
He descended swiftly to a mountain hollow outside the basin, the entrance to the Spirit Field.
Before Song Wen could approach, a thunderous shout erupted like a lightning strike:
"Wu Clan’s sacred grounds! Trespassers, depart immediately!"
Far from retreating, Song Wen instead hurried toward the guards.
The group of guards was led by a middle-aged male cultivator in the late-stage nascent soul realm, the highest cultivation level among them.
"My name is Jiang Yushan," Song Wen said with a smile. "I seek an audience with Fellow Daoist Wu Qinghan. Would you kindly relay my request?"
"You wish to see the manager?" The middle-aged cultivator scrutinized Song Wen, his eyes wary. "Are you acquainted with her?"
Song Wen shook his head. "I have never met Fellow Daoist Wu Qinghan."
The cultivator’s expression darkened. "Since you are a stranger to her, I cannot grant your request. The manager is extremely busy and cannot see just anyone."
"Please, I implore you," Song Wen pleaded. "Though we have never met, if you simply explain my purpose, she will surely agree to see me."
"You’d best leave quickly. I can’t help you deliver any messages," the middle-aged male cultivator said sternly.
Before he could finish speaking, he felt two objects appear in his hand: a storage pouch and a jade slip.
A glint immediately flashed in his eyes, and the stern expression on his face vanished, replaced by a warm, friendly smile.
The storage pouch contained a thousand high-grade spirit stones.
"Please be sure to deliver this jade slip to Fellow Daoist Wu Qinghan," Song Wen’s voice echoed.
The middle-aged male cultivator’s fingers tightened slightly, and the storage pouch smoothly rose into his sleeve.
"Please wait a moment, Senior. I’ll go inform the manager right away. However, whether Master will see you is beyond my control."
"Thank you for your trouble!" Song Wen replied.
Without another word, the middle-aged male cultivator turned and passed through the mountain pass behind him, entering the formation barrier.
(End of the Chapter)
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