Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 8

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Since the day Feng Changyue’s youngest daughter returned home after a trip outdoors, he found her behavior abnormal.

She was initially a lively young maiden, but now, she would lock herself up in her dark room all day long. She would even put on an icy expression when she spoke to others.

Feng Changyue doted on his youngest daughter the most, so he was very anxious when he saw her like this. He sought the help of Daoist priests to find out what was wrong with her. But whether they conducted rituals or treated her with medicine, nothing worked even when they did all they could and she ate all she should.

In the middle of the night on this day, Feng Changyue went to bed with his mind full of worries. While he was in a deep sleep, he was jolted awake by a soft sound. He turned his head to look and saw that there was a small gap between the opened door and the wall.

Could it have been blown open by the breeze?　

He got off the bed, wrapped his clothes around him and groped in the dark to close the door. But who knew that the moment he turned around, he would suddenly see a raised knife in the air slashing down on him.

Feng Changyue was so frightened that he immediately let out a shrill scream. Under the dim moonlight, he saw that the person who attacked him was his little daughter with the same cold expression on her face.

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The spring breeze was warm.

Song Ci was dressed in an almond-colored robe with a wooden hairpin in his hair. With his hands hidden under his sleeves, he stood under the largest brothel in the city as passersby cast inquiring gazes at him.

The courtesan standing at the entrance of the brothel accosted him four times in the space of ten minutes, each time covertly and overtly inviting him in.

Song Ci said, “A gentleman should conduct himself with propriety.”

The courtesan left with a puzzled expression on her face.

If he had to explain the reason he ended up standing here, then he should start from a few days back.

He had listened to Lu Shaoqing’s advice and headed East. He managed to find Rong Bai in the City of Pingyang and planned to observe him for a few days to get a feel for his temper.

At first, all was well. Rong Bai simply toured around the street and idly played with the birds as if he had nothing to do.

Later on, wearing a serious expression and still in his white Daoist robe, he turned a corner and actually went into a gambling den. This really put Song Ci in a difficult spot.

Song Ci considered himself a gentleman, so he had never stepped into places of carnal pleasures like brothels, pubs, casinos, and the likes. But he was afraid of losing Rong Bai’s trail, so he kept guard at the door for the greater part of the day until Rong Bai came out.

This happened several days in a row. Song Ci was helpless.

Tired of standing, he yawned and sat down on the stone seat beside the road as he obediently waited for Rong Bai.

At a window on the third floor, Rong Bai leaned lazily against the window frame. He looked down and saw a man with a hunched neck and an expressionless face.

“Is the one standing below the Great King’s new lover?” There was a man who looked like a fancy peacock sitting beside Rong Bai. Dressed in bright, colorful robes, he leaned lazily against two courtesans and enjoyed their massages with contentment.