Chapter 265: Erotic Play

Chapter 265 The Pink Play

Hearing Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang nodded.

"It's nothing. Slow is slow, how many urns of ashes remain with us now?"

"Do not worry about such trifles; I went to the courier bureau with Sister Xiao Man and entrusted the courier master to return the final batch of our seniors' and juniors' urns."

Upon hearing this, Li Huowang felt an inexplicable lightness in his heart.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The urgent sound of knocking on the door interrupted their conversation. "Master, open the door quickly! I have truly cultivated it successfully!"

Li Huowang set down the map in his hand and walked toward the entrance.

"Creak~" The door opened, and Lv Xiucai stood outside, excited with two dark circles under his eyes, holding a copper coin in his palm, which Li Huowang had detached from the copper coin sword for Lv Xiucai to practice with.

"Master, I have truly cultivated it successfully! That copper coin just moved!"

Having spoken, Lv Xiucai did not wait for Li Huowang to reply; he rushed into the room, placed the copper coin upon the table, facing

the copper coin, he began to stomp his feet and form hand seals. "Om Da Di Bao Zha Na Ni!"

As he repeated the incantation, Lv Xiucai's voice grew louder, veins bulging on his forehead, looking as though he were about to devour the copper coin.

After repeating it dozens of times, the copper coin finally began to tremble.

Exhausted and sweating profusely, Lv Xiucai saw this scene and looked excitedly at Li Huowang at the doorway. "Master, look, I have cultivated it successfully!"

Immediately, Lv Xiucai saw Li Huowang approach, glance at him, then glance at the copper coin on the table, before speaking: "Successfully cultivated? Then have you felt any discomfort in your body?"

"None! It is excellent; I have lived until now, never happier than today, I am considered half an immortal! Hahaha!"

Li Huowang scrutinized Lv Xiucai before him, pondering, "It seems Han Fu's Nascent Soul did not deceive me, but this is merely the beginning; perhaps there are pitfalls ahead, who knows? Life is singular, better to be cautious."

"Then continue practicing, do not stop; return now, and tomorrow I shall teach you the subsequent spells."

Hearing this, Lv Xiucai nodded vigorously, turned, and departed toward the outside.

Li Huowang turned his head, exchanged a smile with Bai Lingmiao, then walked over to secure the door, turned around, and lay back upon the bed.

"Xiucai looks much improved." Bai Lingmiao whispered softly into Li Huowang's ear.

"Heh, improved? I cannot tell; he is entirely a different person from before. I hope learning this technique restores him to normalcy." Li Huowang finished speaking, slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming even.

"Senior Brother Li, what have you been occupied with these past few days?"

Hearing the words from the pillowside, Li Huowang closed his eyes and said, "Occupied with nothing; do not rush, we shall depart in a few days, it will not delay your return home."

Just after speaking, Li Huowang felt a pair of soft hands grasp his right hand. "Senior Brother Li, I am not worried about returning home; I am actually worried about you."

"Worried about me? What is there to fear? With the Black Tai Sui, I will never fall into hallucinations again; my left eye, previously crushed, can now sense some light; in time, it will surely regrow."

"Moreover, no one pursues me to kill anymore; I am quite well, never have I been so well in the past."

With eyes closed, Li Huowang felt a lithe body pounce upon him, arms gently encircling his waist.

That was Bai Lingmiao; knowing Li Huowang so intimately, she believed not a single word of what he had just said.

Sensing the other's concern from her actions, Li Huowang sighed lightly, opened his eyes, and turned sideways to gaze at the three hallucinations of varying forms beside him.

Li Huowang patted Bai Lingmiao's back with his hand, murmuring faintly, "Rest assured; when the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten; there will always be a solution."

Days passed one by one, and Li Huowang had nearly traversed every corner of this modest county town. Though he possessed direction, he still reaped no harvest.

Li Huowang, concealing his physical hue beneath the earth, sat atop the wall observing the bustling street.

Horse-drawn carriages and ox carts flowed ceaselessly; an ox raised its tail, dropping a steaming pile of dung onto the ground, yet shortly thereafter, children snatched it away with baskets.

After vying for the dung, they gathered in twos and threes at the pancake stall, intoxicated by the aroma of frying oil.

Gazing at the vibrant human smoke before him, Li Huowang thought inwardly, "Is this place too small? I found no clues even at the magistrate's residence, who loves tofu; perhaps seeking a larger locale would yield results?"

"I cannot linger here too long; since I cannot find it here, I shall seek it in other territories; as long as I search continuously, I shall eventually encounter it; today is the final day."

Li Huowang braced one hand against the wall ledge, leaped down, and walked toward the adjacent teahouse.

That was the most informed hub for news; logically, all major and minor tidings within the county circulated there.

Just as Li Huowang arrived at the teahouse entrance, a group of men in long robes emerged cheerfully from within.

"Hurry, a troupe performing the Pink Play has arrived! Their performance is far more interesting than the storytelling inside this teahouse."

A troupe? A flicker of hesitation crossed Li Huowang's face; if he guessed correctly, the only troupe in this county should be the Lv Family Troupe.

While he pondered this, his body had already entered the teahouse, yet inside, aside from the storyteller and tea servers chatting idly, there was no one else.

"Heh, what is there to inquire about." Li Huowang turned and headed toward the inn.

Yet just as he lifted his right foot, driven by some unseen impulse, he followed the footsteps of those men.

He wished to see what tricks Lv Zhuangyuan had concocted, managing to draw all the tea drinkers away.

The stage erected by the Lv Family Troupe was not far, situated right at the foot of the West City; beneath it was a sea of people, cracking melon seeds and edamame, chatting idly, incredibly lively.

As Li Huowang drew near, on that stage, Lv Juren, painted in opera makeup, was reciting lines to his wife.

"Ai~ Oh~ Neither the upper grade nor the lower grade do I desire, I only want~ only want~ Oh, I only want Sister~ that single dot of red in the heart~"

Suddenly, a wave of giggling and heckling rose from beneath the stage.

"These lyrics seem incorrect?" Li Huowang gazed doubtfully at Lv Juren on the stage.

While he pondered this, Lv Xiucai on the stage began to sing along with the music.

"Reach out to touch Sister's tiny nose tip~ Sweet scent flows outward,"

"Reach out to touch Sister's tiny lips~ Bright eyes smile gently,"

"Reach out to touch Sister's lower peak~ The lower peak lies before the chest."

"Reach out to touch Sister's earlobe~ Protruding ears sway like swings..."

It began normally, but grew increasingly vulgar as it progressed, and the laughter and heckling beneath the stage grew louder.

At this moment, Li Huowang finally understood why those people called this play the Pink Play, and why everyone beneath the stage was male, with not a single woman present.

Confronted with the various feats of other troupes, this old fellow stubbornly found a way to survive; truly worthy of being an old actor with decades of experience.

Resolving his doubts, Li Huowang shook his head, turned, and departed from the bustling stage.

Yet just as he was about to leave, a hushed whisper nearby drifted into his ears, "This is far more interesting than the Pink Play in Pi County."

"Did they not say a plague is raging there? Do you dare go?"

(End of Chapter)