The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.
Chapter 70 - 11) The celestial assembly

Chapter 70: 11) The celestial assembly

Jia Mei was not the kind of beauty to halt the turning of heads in a bustling market square, but for those with discerning eyes, and hearts unclouded by vanity, she was the sort who, once noticed, could not be easily forgotten.

Her hair flowed like a gentle river of dark brown silk, kissed faintly by the hue of chestnut when sunlight filtered through the canopy.

It fell straight and smooth, cascading to the middle of her back, neither radiant like moon-polished jade nor dull as soot, merely brushed with quiet care, untouched by vanity or Jade ornaments.

Often, loose strands would drift across her cheeks, caught like willows in the spring breeze, framing her face, shaped soft and slender, like the leaf of that same tree swaying by the lakeside.

Her features bore the grace of still water.

A gentle slope to her nose, neither sharp nor forgettable. Lips thin but well-drawn, tinted with the red of a cherry kissed by morning dew. And always, always, a faint blush lingered on her cheeks, as though the wind of dawn had just brushed past her skin.

Her eyes were not brilliant emerald, but rather a mossy green—subtle, like rain-soaked earth beneath shaded pines, holding within them a watery shimmer, the calm reflection of a quiet pool disturbed only by the thoughts of her heart.

Her figure did not boast the exaggerated blessings of legends, yet it bore the grace of feminine harmony. A modest, shapely bust mirrored by hips curved gently as rolling hills. A waist not drawn by ribbons or vanity, but balance; Fitting the rhythm of nature, honest and whole.

Seeing her walk beside Zhao Fan, trading words of the Dao in low tones, was like watching a plum blossom fall gently on flowing water.

For Lu Tian, it was unbearable.

Outrageous.... Simply outrageous.

It shook the strands of his Dao heart, woven once of pride and longing, now frayed by silent envy and desire.

Shameless witch..

What is that Zhao?

Do you really think you can hold your own next to young Master Zhao? Unable to differentiate the social status and predict the outcome of the future.

Swallowing more than you chew? That’s a recipe for disaster!

He can’t help but suddenly think of her getting on her knees and sucking Young Master Zhao’s Yang rod.

It would be best to chew only as much as you can swallow comfortably.

Then, from the tranquil shadows of the sixth realm, a voice rose with the charm of mischief and moonlight:

"Ah, welcome, wanderer, to the illustrious sixth floor,

Where dreams and smug glances both rise and soar.

Where fate is bartered in silver light,

And even death may pause its flight."

The voice belonged to none other than a small white rabbit, its fur like snow untouched by worldly dust, and eyes glimmering with ancient wit.

It tilted its head and continued, ears twitching:

"From this point on, you shall carry this jade token. Through it, your contributions shall not go to waste, with this jade token you can store the treasure you find or even trade then for points...."

"... with those points, you may seize what lies beyond breath, be it another chance at life... or even pull back the dead from death. But, keep in mind you can only buy up to 7 lives and after each purchase, its price shall increase."

"You can also leave this place anytime you want, however, it will cost 50,000 points."

( buying extra life for the first time = 1k points)

( reviving the dead one = 1.5k points )

The wind in this realm blew softly and fragrant, rustling unseen branches and stirring robes like silk upon still water.

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Zhao Fan’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes were like the surface of a winter lake— Still above, fathomless below.

So this is the game... Quite interesting.

We can even buy additional life...

He glanced at the jade token now pulsing faintly in his palm. A single breath of spiritual qi made it glow, threads of light swirling within like trapped starlight.

Three lives at the start, yet some fools have already wasted two to walk six steps on a hundred-step road.

He had seen the blood. Smelled the failure in the air.

And now they offer tokens. A market of mercy, where life itself is just another item on the shelf.

He almost laughed.

But what fool buys breath if they don’t have the strength to use it? What use is resurrection to those who die weeping for guidance?

He gripped the token tighter.

He looked around at the girls behind him, then beyond, to the still, watching trees, it was like entirely another realm.

Ninety-nine trials... the weak will rot by the thirtieth. The greedy by the sixtieth. Only those who know when to run, when to sacrifice, when to kill without sorrow, shall stand on the ninety-ninth step.

He stepped forward.

..

Yi Xin Xue traced the edge of her jade token with a single finger, her eyes thoughtful.

The glow from the token reflected in her eyes like moonlight on distant water.

Even in the silence of this new realm, her mind stirred with clarity.

Three lives... most disciples have burned two, just to reach this place. And now, the Domain offers us a path to cheat death, for a price.

She looked at the rabbit, which was very small, so strange, yet, so eerily composed.

A rabbit as guide, yet its eyes hold centuries of calculation. No creature so harmless speaks of mercy in a place like this.

She glanced toward Zhao Fan, his aura cold as mountain frost.

She trusted him. Not because of charm, but because he saw the edges of the world with the same ruthless detachment she carried in her heart.

Following Young Master is a blessing that one can’t even cultivate in their nine lifetimes.

She followed behind him.

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The sixth floor was neither heaven nor earth, but a place suspended between dusk and dream.

The ground was paved in ancient stone, yet no moss grew upon it.

Each slab bore an inscription of unknown rune characters, glowing faintly as if stirred by footsteps alone.

Above, the sky shimmered like molten glass, swirling with aurora-like wisps.

Stars drifted far too low, as if the heavens had wept and spilled their mysteries upon the floor.

The trees were tall and crooked, bark black as ink, leaves silver as soul-silk.

Some bore hanging fruit that shimmered with soft light.

There were no more animals. No wind. Only the sound of breath and heartbeat.

Could those trees be the danger?