Chapter 592 Oiran

Cold Corpse Valley is located on Wuji Island, about 10,000 miles away from Shadow City.

This valley, inherited from the Nether God Temple, is thousands of miles in radius and is shrouded in thick corpse evil spirits all year round.

In the valley, all you can see is a sea of ​​white bones.

This is a place of death where the living are not allowed to enter, but for corpse cultivators, it is an excellent place to refine corpses.

There are evil demons transformed by resentment hidden in the Cold Corpse Valley, so it is full of dangers, but in order to refine the corpse evil spirits in it, Wuji Island established the Evil Spirit Hall here.

The Evil Spirit Hall was built at the entrance of the valley and was guarded by a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core, named Yin Pan.

Yin Pan's main practice is not "Corpse King Blood Refining", and he is not mentioned in the information provided by Han Wu.

There are many disciples belonging to the Evil Spirit Hall, more than 2,000 people.

Where there are people, there will be various needs.

Over time, a small market was formed outside the Cold Corpse Valley, dedicated to serving the disciples of the Evil Spirit Hall.

The most popular place in this market is the brothel.

Working in the Shaqi Hall is a good job, but also a hard job.

Due to the influence of the corpse evil spirit, there is no grass around the Hanshi Valley, which is a truly bitter and cold place.

Surrounded by the corpse evil spirit all year round, the disciples of the Shaqi Hall are inevitably depressed. In order to relieve their boredom, they like to visit brothels the most.

This day.

Song Wen, who disguised himself as a casual cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, stepped into the most famous brothel in this market-Qimenglou.

An old procuress with thick buttocks, fat breasts and thin clothes came up to greet him.

"You are unfamiliar. Is this your first time in our Qimenglou?"

The old procuress had an earnest and flattering smile on her weathered face.

Song Wen looked like a sex-hungry ghost, and his fiery eyes fell on the white flesh exposed on the old procuress's chest without any concealment.

"This young master is indeed here for the first time."

The madam didn't care about Song Wen's aggressive gaze, and she even shook her body deliberately. Suddenly, the waves surged.

"What kind of fairy do you like? Pure and flawless? Shy and coy? Unrestrained and passionate..."

Song Wen's eyes revealed the color of desire, and he smiled.

"I think you are good."

The madam obviously didn't expect Song Wen's answer. She was slightly stunned, and then smiled and replied.

"You are joking. How can I, a withered and broken man, be in your eyes?"

"I am not joking, I like you."

While speaking, Song Wen slapped the madam's fat buttocks.

"Ouch!"

The madam jumped up in shock.

She looked resentful, and looked at Song Wen with a foxy look.

"Sir, you don't know the importance of this. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

"You can't do it alone, you need more. I don't lack spirit stones, call more. Call all the most popular top performers here." Song Wen said.

"Sir, there are five courtesans in our store, and their looks are all selected from thousands of people. I wonder which one you want to choose?"

The madam took out a photo stone and wanted to show Song Wen these courtesans.

Song Wen waved his hand, "No need to choose, call them all."

The madam looked happy, and then reminded.

"Sir, their prices are not low, one person a day needs 500 spirit stones, I wonder if you can afford so many spirit stones."

Song Wen flipped his palm, and a spirit stone appeared in his hand.

"Is this enough?"

"Top-grade spirit stone!" The madam exclaimed.

Her voice immediately attracted the attention of many people in the lobby.

These people stared at the spiritual stone in Song Wen's hand with surprise, and some of them even had a little greed in their eyes.

However, there was the shadow of the Shaqi Hall behind the Qimeng Building, so no one dared to act rashly here.

The madam's eyes were shining, and she looked straight at Song Wen. "Enough, enough."

Song Wen was completely unaware of the greedy eyes around him.

With a wild smile on his face, he stuffed the spiritual stone into the gap on the madam's chest and touched it twice.

The madam's face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, "Guest, do you want to watch singing and dancing in the lobby, or go to the guest room now?"

Song Wen's eyes moved away from the madam and scanned the hall.

There was a high platform in the lobby, on which there were more than a dozen young women, singing and dancing.

In front of the high platform, there were more than ten tables.

Some of the tables had already welcomed guests, and they were watching the singing and dancing on the stage accompanied by the beauties of the brothel.

"Let's watch the singing and dancing first." Song Wen said.

"Guest, please follow me."

As she spoke, the madam twisted her thick waist and was about to lead Song Wen to the table in the front row.

However, Song Wen rejected the madam's kindness and sat down at a table in the second row.

There were already three male cultivators sitting at this table.

Two were in the early stage of foundation building, and one was in the middle stage of foundation building.

All three were served by the stewards of the Shaqi Hall.

"Fellow Daoist, we don't seem to know each other, right?" said the male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, with a bit of coldness and unkindness in his tone.

Song Wen didn't care at all, and his face was full of familiar enthusiasm.

"My name is Cui Huo, nice to meet you three fellow Taoists from the Shaqi Hall. Meeting is fate, I wonder if I can share a table with you three."

"Cui Huo?" The male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building stared at Song Wen, "The 'Cui' of the Cui family in the Southern Region?"

Song Wen smiled slightly, "That's right."

The male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building narrowed his eyes slightly, he also noticed the scene of Song Wenhao throwing the spirit stone before.

He smiled and said, "So you are from the Cui family. I am sorry for your disrespect. I am Chen He, and these two are Wang Wu and Qian Cheng."

"Hello, Chen, Wang, Qian." Song Wen raised his hands and bowed one by one.

Just at this moment, five women with outstanding looks came over and stood beside the madam.

"Mr. Cui, the girls are here, look..."

The madam obviously heard the conversation between Song Wen and Chen He, and changed her address to Song Wen.

Song Wen turned around and said to the madam.

"I don't need them, just let them serve Chen, Wang, and Qian."

Song Wen pointed to the remaining wine and food on the table and continued.

"Remove these and replace them with a table of good spiritual wine and spiritual feast."

"Mr. Cui, wait a moment, I will arrange it right away."

After the madam ordered the five women to serve Chen He and others, she said goodbye and left. She didn't really think that Song Wen had taken a fancy to her.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes were delicious.

With the company of five women, the relationship between Song Wen and Chen He and the other two quickly became closer, and they soon became brothers.

"Brother Cui, what are you doing all the way from the Chaos Sea to our Western Region?"

Chen He asked while touching the female cultivator beside him.

"My generation of cultivators practice desperately just to travel around this world. Now that we have established our foundation and can fly on the sword, we naturally have to travel around." Song Wen said.

"Brother Cui's demeanor, Chen admires it. Brother Cui, did you encounter interesting things during this trip? Tell us about it, and let the three of us open our eyes."

"If you want to talk about interesting things, there are quite a few." Song Wen's tone was a bit mysterious, "I encountered a strange thing near this Cold Corpse Valley."