The Black Skirt Woman sprinkled the medicinal powder on the wound, but found that blood was still gushing out.
She frantically used both hands to cover the wound, one in front and one behind, to stop the bleeding, not even caring that her spring light was fully exposed.
"What exactly is going on here?"
Although Lin Luochen knew that wounds caused by Broken Blade were difficult to heal, he didn't expect that even immortal cultivators' spiritual medicines would be ineffective.
Previously, Luo Yaoyao's wound healed, leading him to believe this ability didn't work on immortal cultivators, but it turned out it depended on cultivation level.
Lin Luochen picked up Broken Blade, which had fallen far away, and slowly walked towards the woman, scaring her so much that her face turned pale.
"You... what do you want to do again?"
"If you don't want to die, don't move!"
Lin Luochen drew Broken Blade across his palm, then pressed it directly onto her shoulder wound, muttering something under his breath.
But in reality, he was reciting 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form,' purely to confuse Qu Lingyin and the Black Skirt Woman.
Although Lin Luochen didn't know why his blood could eliminate Broken Blade's power, he understood that outsiders couldn't know.
The Black Skirt Woman felt Lin Luochen's hot hand pressing on her wound, making her break out in a cold sweat from the pain, and her heart was filled with endless regret.
Murong Xiazhu, oh you, why did you provoke this fiend?
Wuwuwu, now he has seen and touched me all over, how will I ever marry anyone in the future!
She wanted to glare at Lin Luochen, but looking at his handsome face so close, she couldn't help but look away, her eyes darting.
How can this guy be so good-looking?
"Reapply the medicine, it should be fine now!"
Lin Luochen's words startled Murong Xiazhu awake. She reapplied the medicine and bandaged it, and this time the wound indeed healed.
"Thank you!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Murong Xiazhu realized something was wrong. Wasn't he the one who injured her?
Damn it, this face is too misleading, it even confused me!
Lin Luochen responded indifferently with an 'mm,' and wrapped a bandage around his hand to prevent anyone from discovering that his wound had almost healed.
"Tell me, what is an ascension token?"
Murong Xiazhu looked at his icy gaze and felt her wound vaguely ache again.
Is this guy even a man?!
"Every three years, the immortal cultivation sects of Lan Province jointly hold an Ascension Assembly to recruit disciples."
"Those holding an ascension token can participate in the assessment, and those who pass will be chosen by various sects and taken into their ranks."
Lin Luochen said, "Oh," and asked with interest, "Then how does one obtain this ascension token?"
Murong Xiazhu explained, "Immortal cultivation families in various places have fixed quotas, and some are given by sect elders as gifts."
"This token is valid long-term and not tied to an individual; anyone holding an ascension token can participate in the assessment."
"I happen to have an ascension token, and I am willing to give it to young master, hoping young master will be merciful!"
Lin Luochen scanned the storage bag but found no ascension token, then looked her up and down.
Where else on this woman's entire body could a token be hidden?
Seeing Lin Luochen turn into a 'crotch-staring cat,' Murong Xiazhu felt offended, both shy and annoyed.
"What are you thinking? I didn't bring the ascension token with me; it's with a friend in the city."
"As long as you give me the antidote and swear not to kill me, I'll take you to her and present the ascension token."
Lin Luochen nodded and said, "Alright, I will naturally give you the antidote!"
Murong Xiazhu pouted in annoyance and said helplessly, "Fine, let's go back and clean up the battlefield first."
The two walked towards the abandoned inn. Along the way, neither of them spoke nor asked each other's names.
Because they both knew that even if they asked, it would be pointless, and they would most likely get a fake name.
A moment later, Murong Xiazhu asked Lin Luochen for a flame talisman and incinerated all the corpses near the inn.
Lin Luochen watched her skilled movements and couldn't help but lament that Lan Province was indeed a land of outstanding people and simple customs.
Murong Xiazhu noticed his gaze and gave an awkward smile, "Actually, I was forced to defend myself."
"These are all scoundrels driven by lust, not good people at all; they all deserve to die!"
Lin Luochen gave a casual 'mm' and asked, "You're so cautious; is the man who was with you of extraordinary origin?"
Murong Xiazhu nodded, embarrassed, "He's a young master from an aristocratic family; his clan has a Core Formation cultivator."
"If he hadn't tried to cultivate by draining me, I wouldn't have wanted to kill such a young master and cause myself trouble."
Qu Lingyin scoffed, "A mere Core Formation cultivator dares to call themselves an aristocratic family? What a joke!"
Lin Luochen was not as arrogant as her; he decided that he needed to handle the young master's belongings carefully.
"Young master~"
Murong Xiazhu looked at Lin Luochen pitifully, beginning to act coquettishly.
"Can you give me back some of the things in my storage bag? My clothes are in there."
"Those are women's clothes; they're useless to you, and I'll have to disguise myself again when I enter the city!"
Lin Luochen hesitated for a moment, took out the clothes one by one, carefully inspected them, and then threw them back to her.
Murong Xiazhu watched him strangely handle her semi-transparent little bellyband, so embarrassed she almost dug a hole in the ground to bury herself.
"Are you... are you a pervert?!"
Lin Luochen said expressionlessly, "Better safe than sorry. How do I know if you've hidden any treasures inside?"
Murong Xiazhu's chest heaved violently with anger, her wound aching faintly, feeling as if she had died of embarrassment on the spot.
"Don't rummage anymore, I don't want any of it! Just find me a set of men's clothes and a roll of bandages in there!"
It was too humiliating; she couldn't take it anymore!
Lin Luochen threw out a set of men's clothes and said with a strange expression, "You have this hobby?"
"I'm doing this for convenience, it's not some special hobby!"
Murong Xiazhu angrily bound her chest with bandages in front of him, then directly put on the men's clothes.
Even if she looked a bit bulky, she definitely wouldn't let this guy get any more advantage!
A moment later, Murong Xiazhu changed into men's clothes, transforming into a dashing young man, though her chest muscles were a bit exaggerated.
"Let's go, if we don't, the city gates will close."
Lin Luochen nodded and followed her into the city, his vigilance at its peak.
This woman is untrustworthy; who knows what ambush she might have set up for me!
As it turned out, Lin Luochen's worries were not unfounded.
Half an hour later, he followed Murong Xiazhu into a bustling long street.
On both sides of the road, there were women dressed in flamboyant and revealing clothes, constantly winking at the two of them.
"What a handsome young master, come up and play, young master! This humble one won't charge you!"
"Hehe... Young master, come to this humble one, I can even give you ten taels of silver!"
...
Although Lin Luochen had never been there, he had heard a little about it and knew that this was the legendary red-light district!
"Why did you bring me here?"
This place was utterly worthless, definitely not somewhere someone as pure as him should come!
His somewhat flustered gaze did not escape Murong Xiazhu's eyes.
"My friend lives here, how else can I get it?"
Lin Luochen hesitated, "Is your friend... male or female?"
"Female!"
Murong Xiazhu blinked and teased, "She's the courtesan queen of the brothel, want to meet her?"
Lin Luochen frowned slightly, "You actually entrusted the ascension token to a brothel girl?"
"What's wrong with brothel girls?"
Murong Xiazhu said righteously, "Young master, one cannot be prejudiced. They are also helpless."
"They are far more trustworthy than those who preach benevolence and morality, and who would ever guess I'd put it with them?"
Lin Luochen was speechless and could only steel himself to follow her into a brothel named Drunk Flower Brothel.
If I don't enter hell, who will?
Today, he was going all out to see how deep the demon's den that Old Lin spoke of truly was.
