The Secret Way of Immortality

San Niang danced, her limbs flailing, the bones in her body emitting sounds of unbearable strain, while blood slowly seeped from her facial features.

When the melodious singing from her mouth ceased, her legs were already twisted, and half of her tongue had fallen onto the platform.

The guests were stunned for a few breaths, then suppressed cheers erupted.

Some even called out San Niang's name, eager to rush onto the stage immediately.

Ren Qing noticed that this mind-boggling technique was not an illusion, but rather the strange smell permeating the hall.

However, for Ren Qing, the smell could be ten times stronger and it wouldn't matter, since the strange entity within him was not to be trifled with.

Ren Qing looked around, his gaze landing on a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Immediately afterward, a faint light emanated from his fingertips, and a transparent Soul Butterfly projection silently flew to the man's shoulder, distorting his vision.

The man only felt his eyes become dazed, as if he had just woken up from a hangover.

His fanatical expression suddenly vanished, his breathing became heavy, and he constantly glanced at the exit behind him.

Under the effect of the Soul Butterfly projection, although Ren Qing could not dispel the strange smell entrenched in the man's body, he could change the scene the man saw.

The man saw that the previously revered San Niang had become such a bizarre figure, with a hairless tail connected to the back of her head.

He was terrified, trembling all over, barely suppressing the fear in his heart.

Ren Qing nodded secretly upon seeing this. Although the Dream Butterfly Art was used to construct the Ghost Market, and he could only control the projection of the Soul Butterfly, it had to be said that the technique was truly stealthy.

If it were the Dream Seed, it would be impossible to do it without leaving a trace.

He decided to create chaos artificially. Even if he couldn't rescue Yuan Si, he would definitely find out what that tail was.

Ren Qing felt that he must have misunderstood something; the situation in the Crescent Moon Layer was far more complex than he had imagined.

The Soul Butterfly projection flew away from the man's shoulder, and his eyes returned to normal. San Niang had already begun singing the second song.

This time, several courtesans were playing instruments beside her, their voices enough to linger for three days.

But the man was in no mood to appreciate it. He stared at San Niang with a stiff expression, the terrifying scene from before making him afraid to stay any longer.

The Soul Butterfly projection did not spare the others in the hall, specifically targeting cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage, to help them regain their senses.

Before long, the atmosphere in the Hibiscus Pavilion became increasingly desolate.

San Niang's singing gradually softened, her face gradually showing an indelible resentment, her eyes constantly scanning the hall.

The aura of the Heavenly Insect Art began to accumulate, as the cultivators were not prepared to sit still and wait for death.

San Niang seemed to want to find Ren Qing, who had ruined her plans, but the latter hid himself clearly, with no intention of confronting her head-on.

"Esteemed guests, is there anyone willing to stay at the Hibiscus Pavilion tonight?"

A few scattered voices responded to San Niang, while the others watched coldly, and the courtesans who sensed something was wrong quickly hid away.

The Soul Butterfly projection was already showing signs of dissipating, and finally landed on one person's head.

"Demon... demon!!!"

That person widened his eyes in horror, his right hand pointing at the tail behind San Niang's head, completely breaking the stalemate.

Immediately afterward, many cultivators rushed towards the door without hesitation.

The fluctuations of techniques rose and fell in the air, flames mixed with wind pillars, and the cultivators' target was the delicate San Niang on the stage.

Ren Qing raised an eyebrow.

It was the first time he had seen a cultivator of the Heavenly Insect Art use techniques, and he felt nothing but novelty, unable to resist taking a few more glances.

The cultivator with a belly as big as a drum opened his mouth, the corners already split to his earlobes, smoke emerging from his throat, followed by flames.

The high temperature ignited the wooden planks.

Another cultivator's arm was covered with holes, from which gushed streams of wind pillars.

Ren Qing realized that as the body absorbed true energy, the insectoid transformation would become more and more obvious, even growing organs for performing techniques within the body.

However, most cultivators of the Heavenly Insect Art should only have stronger bodies, accompanied by insectoid transformations of their limbs or facial features.

He was very curious about what the Immortal Infant formed by cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage looked like...

Boom boom boom!!!

The platform was shrouded in smoke and dust, and San Niang's miserable screams came from within.

The cultivators showed no joy, because when they were half a meter away from the door, hairless tails extended towards them.

"Demon, you..."

The man's head was covered with an external insect armor, wanting to escape the Hibiscus Pavilion, but before he could take a few steps, his neck was pierced by a tail.

Strands of fox cries rang out from within the smoke and dust.

Ren Qing was faced with a formidable enemy, and the ghost shadow beneath his feet covered his body like flowing water, allowing him to completely merge with the darkness.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, a four-to-five-meter-tall deformed fox beast stood on the platform.

It had the appearance of half-human and half-fox, hairless all over, with beast-like feet for limbs, but a body like a pregnant woman.

Of the dozens of tails behind it, some were connected to the heads of young women.

The young women moved in unison, tilting their heads, and said in unison.

"Esteemed guest, please come in ~"

"Esteemed guest, please come in ~"

...

Even though Ren Qing had already guessed that this fox beast was the rumored Infant Fox, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The aura emitted by the Infant Fox was extremely solid. Although he didn't know how it was formed, it was definitely not something that the Yin Difference realm could match.

Fortunately, it hadn't discovered Ren Qing, who was merged into the shadows.

Ren Qing also stopped the idea of escaping the Crescent Moon Layer.

But then again, didn't strange entities need to spread their names to descend upon the Crescent Moon Layer?

That's not right.

Ren Qing carefully examined the details of the Hibiscus Pavilion. It was clear that this place had existed for a long time, indicating that the Infant Fox had probably descended long ago.

What exactly was going on? Why would a strange entity operate a brothel in the shadows of Morning Street?

Ren Qing suddenly felt cold all over, and a subversive guess emerged in his mind. It was very likely that the true situation of Qingyan Town was beyond common sense.

This world was really crazy.

He couldn't help but look at the towering wall outside the window. It seemed that only by going to Qingyan Town could he get to the truth of the matter.

The Infant Fox pounced towards the cultivators, but seemed to want to play with them, torturing them with its sharp claws and tails.

Ren Qing found that going through the front door was definitely not an option, so he went to the backyard of the Hibiscus Pavilion.

After he completely turned into a shadow, as long as he didn't come to a bright place, there would be almost no flaws, so naturally he wouldn't attract attention.

Originally, Ren Qing had given up on Yuan Si, but now that he was passing by, he went to take a look.

Yuan Si seemed to be locked in a narrow space. The cellar in the backyard seemed to be the most likely place, so he immediately slipped in through the cracks.

The cellar was filled with a thick, strange smell.

Immediately afterward, Ren Qing saw Yuan Si, as well as a dozen men.

They were sealed in giant candles, their heads burning with a faint flame, causing their bodies and souls to gradually dissolve and liquefy.

Yuan Si was actually alright, at most his consciousness was blurred, but the souls of the other men had dissipated for the most part, and their bodies were close to collapse.

When Ren Qing touched the giant candle, a stream of information surged.

【Moon Candle】

【Made from cultivators as materials, burning it can assist the Rabbit Toad in its cultivation.】

【The second chapter is a bit short, let's rush out of Morning Street tomorrow!】

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