I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

"Ink Fragrance."

"Does Ink Produce Fragrance? What a lovely name." His voice was cold, without a hint of admiration.

Ink Fragrance hugged her zither, her face quite nervous.

The woman beside her was too ethereal, possessing a beauty that was untouchable. She had seen her performance on the stage earlier, and the examiners had all given her top marks. Meeting such an outstanding woman, Ink Fragrance felt a great deal of pressure.

Although she usually had Sister Li around, who was also an extremely brilliant woman, Sister Li was, after all, a straightforward and outgoing person, making it very easy to get along with her.

But the person beside her was different. Her cold appearance made her difficult to approach. However, since she had asked a question, Ink Fragrance didn't dare not answer, so she spoke with a bit of grievance and fear.

"What were your results?" the cold woman asked again.

"Not, not as good as Sister's. I got a medium grade," Ink Fragrance said softly, lowering her eyes.

"Not bad, getting a medium grade," the woman praised.

Hearing this, Ink Fragrance suddenly felt flattered. Her emotions were a bit complicated. She was wondering if she should say something to her to avoid the awkward atmosphere, but soon Ink Fragrance no longer had this worry.

Jiang Wen walked in the front, watching the prefect's fat face beaming with smiles. Hearing the sound of the gate closing downstairs, he secretly sent a message talisman, telling Li Yunshang to take action.

By the time Jiang Wen received a top grade in the arts competition, the number of women entering the next round of competition was less than five hundred.

Thinking about these things, the prefect dismissed the others, leaving behind the top ten women on the list, saying that he would treat them well.

This Hundred Flowers Festival was indeed a good scheme, and he didn't know which talent had come up with it.

These two were the two people Jiang Wen had seen in the document pavilion, and they were also somewhat related to the God-Worshipping Society. At this moment, they were probably discussing which women to choose to bring into their tents for fun and to do some shady deeds.

Jiang Wen had once wondered what the story of Wei Jie's death by admiration was, but now he had a better understanding. It was like being surrounded by monkeys, everyone curiously looking at you alone. Having never experienced such a scene in both worlds, he felt like a big star.

Jiang Wen opened his eyes, stood up from his seat, and coldly looked at the old man, saying, "I knew I wasn't wrong, you old man have ulterior motives."

"Very well then."

The next competition would be based entirely on talent and skill. Whoever could win the appreciation of the government officials would be able to take the top spot.

As the night deepened outside, the venue was filled with the smell of wine. The geishas sang and danced at the banquet, their soft bodies performing a beautiful dance.

It was indeed to be reported to the imperial court, but only to send them to the imperial capital for the emperor to play with.

"This, this official doesn't know!" the prefect cried out.

Even if there were fierce women who resisted, it would be difficult to make waves in the hands of cultivators. It was truly a vicious and ruthless scheme.

He spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Yunshang leading the scholars, looking at him with a strange smile. Seeing him look over, she cheerfully waved and mouthed some teasing words.

The three rounds of appearance, talent, and skill could eliminate the vast majority of people. Although there were over a thousand participants, there were not many who could meet all the requirements.

He walked straight to Jiang Wen, reached out and pinched Jiang Wen's chin. Then, he wanted to reach into his clothes with his other hand, but unexpectedly, he was grabbed.

Disgraceful, Jiang Wen turned his face away, ignoring the girl. His attention turned to the high pavilion in the distance, where he saw a thin, tall old man pinching his chin, looking at him with greed in his eyes. And the pot-bellied man next to him was also smiling foolishly, occasionally talking to the old man.

The old man looked kind and amiable, and his gentle words were accompanied by refined interests. What he said was very pleasant to hear, and it could be seen that he was a knowledgeable scholar.

These words made the women excited and vowed to do their best to make the list. Only Jiang Wen felt a bit of mockery in his heart as he listened to these words.

The old man satisfiedly raised his cup and drank it all, looking expectantly at the beauties below the seat.

So the beauties no longer had any defenses and accompanied the guests in drinking and making merry. The prefect was overjoyed and said that he would send officials to escort everyone back later.

There were many participants in the Hundred Flowers Festival, but the initial stages of the competition were very fast.

Under the guidance of the maids, the women entered the pavilion. The prefect of Taicang spoke, praising the women for being as good as men. He gave them silver as rewards and told them to continue their efforts. He also drew a big cake, saying that he would report to the imperial court and give them official positions if they made the Chao Hua list.

Hearing these words, Jiang Wen silently poured the wine into his storage bag. Without thinking, this wine must have problems. If nothing unexpected happened, these women would soon be drunk, and then be played with by the cultivators of the Taishen Palace and the prefect while half-awake. In the end, they would have no choice but to become their playthings.

"Immortal Master, don't be polite, it's their blessing to be favored by the Immortal Master," the prefect said with a lewd smile. "The Immortal Master can choose nine, leaving one for this official to accompany."

"You! You're actually awake!" the old man roared, looking at the prefect beside him. "Is this your foolproof plan? How is there still one who isn't drunk?!"

Meeting the old man's gaze, Jiang Wen coldly withdrew his gaze. The old man raised his glass to him, his eyes filled with a strong desire to conquer.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wen touched the video recorder on his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the prefect and the old man in the high place.

He silently hung the video recorder on his chest as a decoration.

The participating girls were not to be outdone and took out their talents to perform, wanting to leave an impression on the prefect.

"Ah! Who is it!" the old man exclaimed.

The old man came down, looking at the drunken women at the banquet with a smile on his face.

Looking at the staggering beauties, the old man laughed heartily: "The prefect truly understands this old man's heart."

The ancients appreciated beauty by looking at how pretty they were. If they were good-looking, they could attract a crowd to watch.

Even if things were exposed, there would be no way to deal with these two without evidence. It was true that good people don't live long, but bad people live for a thousand years.

The examiner posted the list on the wall, and the name temporarily ranked first was Lu Xueqi.

The maids served the ten beauties to their seats, helping them arrange their tableware.

The women, clutching their re-examination passes, returned to their residences with longing. Being able to enter the re-examination was already considered one in a hundred beauties. They walked out in a carefree manner, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Especially Jiang Wen, who was walking in front, was praised by the onlookers.

At first, some girls were not used to it, but seeing that no one scolded them, they slowly relaxed.

This floor was all women, and the only two men were the prefect and a thin, tall old man at the front table.

"No matter how beautiful and fierce they are, they will still be at the mercy of the Immortal Master," the prefect laughed.

The banquet was set up in the pavilion, all delicacies from land and sea. The delicacies spread fragrance, and the sweet wine was intoxicating. Even wealthy families rarely ate such things.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame this old man for destroying flowers," the old man suddenly retracted his hand and summoned a flying sword beside him, then looked at him with a sneer.

"Just blame you for not knowing what's good for you."

"Is that so?" Jiang Wen looked at the old man calmly, Frostmourne appearing.