Chapter 293 - 237
Chapter 293 of "Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming" reveals: Once he was in his room, his Divine Sense continuously enveloped the inn, ensuring that... Keep reading!
Once he was in his room, his Divine Sense continuously enveloped the inn, ensuring that he would definitely know if the young man left.
The Earl didnât request a fine meal when staying at the inn, instead, he asked the innkeeper for steamed buns.
As the Young Master of a stockade, even though the stockade was poor, he still had some money on him, but he thought ever bit saved was a bit earned.
âGuest, here are your buns; the meat buns are especially fragrant today.â
The person who delivered the buns to the room wasnât the innkeeper, but rather the innkeeperâs wife, who was dressed seductively, unlike a typical woman.
The Earl felt something strange about this woman; she didnât seem like the lady of a respectable household.
âAlright, put them down.â
âGuest, if you need anything at all, just say the word, this little lady can do anything for you!
Other services are available too.â
The innkeeperâs wife, gazing at the Earlâs handsome face, found it different from the men of their Cultivation World, yet just as dashing and young, incredibly seductive.
âNo needâŚâ The Earl watched the woman warily, getting the sense that he might have walked into a sinister inn.
âAlright then!
Enjoy your stay, guest.â
Her voice was loaded with seduction as she winked at the young man, smiling broadly as she closed the door behind her on her way out.
The Earl looked at the steamed buns before him, feeling something was off about the buns, yet he dared not eat them.
He silently observed the buns, not sure if they were poisoned or contained some other drug.
Unable to detect any unusual Qi from the buns, he sensed they didnât quite smell like pork.
He was certain these werenât the pork buns the innkeeper claimed them to be.
Had the innkeeperâs wife not personally delivered the buns, he might not have noticed anything amiss.
After leaving the Earlâs room, the innkeeperâs wife gave the waiter outside a knowing look.
The waiter was covertly watching the innâs only two guests.
The innkeeperâs wife returned to her room, where the normally serious innkeeper was now meekly submissive in her presence.
âMaster, those two are fat sheep, right?
Planning on killing them to make meat for the buns?â
âNo, these are two fat sheep.
One locked himself in his room and wonât come out.
From his voice, I can tell that his cultivation strength is strong, stronger than ours.
Itâs not easy to lay a hand on him.
As for the young man, heâs easier to deal with, yet I donât want him dead.
I want him as my pet, hahahaha.â
âYesâŚâ The innkeeper was nothing more than a subordinate to the innkeeperâs wife.
This sinister inn was operated by the innkeeperâs wife, specially set up to capture passersby.
The old and weak, useless ones would be killed later on and ground into meat paste to cook for other passing guests.
Handsome and dashing individuals like the Earl would be locked in the dungeon to become her playthings.
With a cultivation level at the Golden Core Stage, she wouldnât expect anyone with higher cultivation to stay at their inn in this small town.
They had been carrying out such deeds for many years.
Those once young pets, once she tired of them and they lost their appeal with age, she held no sentiment and would kill them off to be ground into meat paste.
More often, those toyed with by her would go insane, and those mad individuals died even faster.
There was unusual activity in the inn.
The person who hadnât appeared in his room had already sensed something was wrong and had not come out.
As long as these people didnât trouble him and nothing happened during his stay, he would let them live.
He believed these people, with their lower levels of cultivation, wouldnât dare to provoke him.
Yet unexpectedly, in the dead of night, shifty figures began to stir.
Someone sprayed a sleeping drug into the room of the young man they were tracking.
The one who sprayed the sleeping drug was the very waiter who had been lurking around outside.
After spraying the sleeping fog, the waiter didnât immediately open the room.
Perhaps the occupant had been subdued by the fog, but he left instead.
The man in black was puzzled.
Why did the waiter spray the sleeping fog and then do nothing more?
Certainly, it wasnât just to help the young man sleep better?
No, things werenât that simple.
The Divine Sense of the man in black entered the room from outside the door, observing that the person inside seemed to be asleep.
Asleep from the sleeping drug sprayed by the waiter or just naturally asleep.
âClack clack!â
In the room, a secret door on the clothing wall actually swung open, and a seductive woman stepped out.
This woman was the proprietress he had seen before.
What was she up to, emerging from a secret door?
âYoung Master, youâre so handsome.
I, this old girl, havenât had the pleasure of such a dashing foreign man.
Todayâs my lucky day!â
As the proprietress spoke, she ogled the young man like a lascivious man thirsts for a pretty woman, almost salivating at the sight of him.
She then reached out to touch his face, caressing the smooth skin and said, âSuch tender skin on a young man.
Makes me want to take a bite.â
The Earl actually wasnât passed out; he just wanted to see what this proprietress was up to.
When the proprietress touched his face, he felt disgust but dared not move recklessly.
One of his hands clutched a magic wand, the other poised to defend.
He also knew the proprietressâs cultivation was high.
Without a surprise attack using his magic wand, he might have been captured by this person.
âHandsome, I really like you.
Letâs make this room our bridal chamber.â
After she finished speaking, she began to undress, revealing her voluptuous figure.
The man in black sensed that the person in the room had intended seduction.
It didnât matter whether it was a man or a woman; if someone had the need, certainly a woman could have many male pets.
This shady inn was set up here for the purpose of hunting pretty boys.
That person was unluckyâwho made him come to stay at this place?
If the Earl didnât react at this time, he really would be out of luck.
He dared not look at the womanâs figure and focused on handling his magic wand to cast a spell.
He silently mouthed some curse words, and before the proprietress could fully undress, she felt a force overpower her, causing her to faint.
She collapsed onto the floor, completely unconscious.
The Earl took this opportunity, before the others in the inn could react, to quietly open the door, leap onto the roof, and then vanish into the night.
The man in black noticed the Earlâs escape and promptly flew out of the room, leaping onto the rooftop, disappearing into the night sky.
The sound of the door bursting open alerted the people in the inn; they ran outside only to catch a glimpse of the man in blackâs fading silhouette.
That person left without paying the room fee, and it was too late to stop him.
The waiter and the owner realized that the young manâs room was also open.
Forgetting the pursuit, they first stepped into the young manâs room to find the proprietress lying on the ground.
The owner checked her Qi to find sheâd only fainted, with no life-threatening risks.
This was the first time the proprietress had been outwitted, and the first time their sleeping drug had failed.
âMistress, how are you?â
The owner tried to revive the proprietress by slapping her face but was unsuccessful.
âLetâs carry the proprietress to bed first, then check if we can counteract the effects of the sleeping drug.â
âMistress isnât under the effect of a sleeping drug; she seems to have been hit by a magic curse.â
âWhat do we do then?
Could the proprietress be unresponsive forever?â
âLetâs wait and see if thereâs a way to deal with it, or perhaps the mistress will awaken on her own.â
Both the owner and the waiter were of lower cultivation, one being the owner and the other the worker, but in reality, they were both the proprietressâs male pets.
The proprietressâs spells were too powerful, beguiling them into losing themselves and addressing her as Mistress.
Having been struck by a magic curse, the proprietress did not wake up from the bed the next day.
The owner, worried sick, sought out someone of higher caliber for help.
However, the people from the Cultivation World who came all said they were unfamiliar with this kind of magic curse.
Considering the Earlâs appearance,
it reminded them of the mythical Blood Clan.
People of the Blood Clan were generally not formidable, not even the Clan Leader, but those wielding their Clanâs Treasure were a different storyâwhat that Magical Treasure actually was, no one knew.
The legend stated that under the spell cast by that Magical Treasure, the one affected by the magic curse would fall into a deep sleep, appearing as though dead.
This was just a legend, and they were merely speculating since the Blood Clan wasnât easy to find.