Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

After exchanging brief pleasantries with Qin Yu, Lei Song knew that the young man before him was the main character of today’s banquet and did not linger for long.

At this moment, Qin Yu finally realized that the position of Tributor bestowed by the Empress was indeed so... exalted.

Exalted was the only way to describe it.

Otherwise, how could someone as important as Lei Song possibly converse so warmly with a mere Golden Core Cultivator like him?

Let alone Lei Song, anyone present here likely wouldn’t even get to meet him, much less receive such courteous treatment.

Qin Yu just regained his composure, and as he turned around, he suddenly felt a subtle change in the atmosphere, with numerous gazes simultaneously directed toward one direction.

Following their gaze, he saw a woman in a luxurious sable gown, her figure incredibly graceful, swaying her waist lightly as she approached like a serpent seducing everyone’s attention.

As his gaze slowly moved upwards, the woman’s face gradually became clear, her delicate features refined as if meticulously sculpted, with every line perfectly placed.

She wore a slight and shallow smile, with two dimples faintly visible on her cheeks, making her beauty both intense and refreshing, like a flower blooming in the morning mist—inviting imagination, yet beyond desecration.

An allure to the bone, a serene elegance: two entirely different qualities fused into one person, no wonder she drew such attention.

”She is Bai Yaoyin, the Chief Steward of the Carefree Pavilion.”

Beside him, Yan Yu introduced softly, his usually calm tone carrying a hint of caution this time.

The Chief Steward of the Carefree Pavilion?

A very simple introduction, yet it made Qin Yu’s expression turn serious, not because of Bai Yaoyin’s charm!

But because of the Carefree Pavilion!

According to rumors, this power does not belong to the Nine Immortal Countries, but within any major city of the Nine Immortal Countries, the presence of the Carefree Pavilion is evident.

Moreover, it occupies the most prosperous areas, becoming the largest business and most renowned large chamber of commerce locally.

Perhaps, such a simple summary hardly reveals its extraordinary background.

Qin Yu, living in Lin Xian City, understood one truth: growing a business large and maintaining wealth amid unwavering territory where nobody dares to stir trouble on the grounds of the Carefree Pavilion—this is the most thought-provoking aspect!

Without sufficient depth, it would be challenging to sustain such a situation, let alone stand firm in this world.

Bai Yaoyin swept her gaze lightly across the room, her eyes soon falling upon Qin Yu, after which she smiled a seductive worldly smile, her steps light as if the Fairy walking on clouds, gracefully arriving in front of Qin Yu to bow courteously, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: ”Yaoyin pays her respects to the honorable Tributor.”

With this bow, the sable gown fluttered lightly, prompting Qin Yu to silently marvel—what a round sable gown!

No, what a pure, grand fur coat!

Is this the special treatment for a Tributor?!

The surrounding sizzling gazes failed to see even a bit of scenery under the sable gown, yet in front of him, it seemed so... honest.

”I’ve long heard of Chief Bai’s renowned reputation, resounding like thunder, and today seeing it, it truly lives up to its fame, outstanding in every way.”

Qin Yu maintained a composed demeanor while his respect was perfectly held back, not revealing the slightest.

”Giggling, Tributor Qin sure knows how to speak; if someday you have free time, please remember to visit the Carefree Pavilion and grace us with your presence.”

”Naturally, I’ve long heard of the hidden talents within the Carefree Pavilion, especially its various famed incomplete arrays of the world. I shall certainly visit someday, only, my cultivation is still shallow, and I’m afraid I may not bring much to the table or might disappoint Chief Bai.”

What Qin Yu pointed out were the Carefree Pavilion’s renowned incomplete Ancient Arrays across the Immortal Countries.

Reportedly, the forces behind the Carefree Pavilion obtained many incomplete Ancient Arrays from Secret Realms and Ruins Rifts, and if someone could perfect an Ancient Array, they would be treated as honored guests by the Carefree Pavilion.

Yet still unclear is what the Carefree Pavilion’s extensive endeavors are meant to accomplish.

”Honorable Tributor is jesting; should you desire anything, how could I dare refuse?”

Bai Yaoyin drew a little closer, her voice like silk threads, filled with charm and directly penetrating Qin Yu’s heart.

”Well, what a seductress you are!”

Qin Yu thought silently in his heart, unexpectedly hidden beneath this pure, elegant face lied such bone-eroding allure—a true surprise.

If he had the chance in the future, he wouldn’t mind having a deep and enlightening exchange with Bai Yaoyin.

Though his heart surged with emotion, externally he maintained a nonchalant demeanor, his lips curving into a courteous smile, discreetly guiding Bai Yaoyin aside lest he lose composure under so many eyes.

The dignified figures around engaged in a knowing silent exchange.

It seemed this new Tributor was indeed no ordinary person.

They all clearly heard Bai Yaoyin’s hint—without steadfast will, one would already be immersed irrevocably in her beauty—yet this young, newly appointed Tributor’s resolve was so firm, undistracted in the slightest!

It seemed earlier when they saw Qin Yu with so many wives, they might have misunderstood him.

Tributor Qin was truly not a shallow person!

Perhaps, only Qin Yu himself understood...

This woman truly merited her position as Chief Steward of the Carefree Pavilion, her judgment of people was precisely... accurate!

Before the banquet officially commenced, over a thousand guests gathered for the celebration—a fortunate fit for the grand palace’s expansive majesty—despite the teeming crowds, the atmosphere remained leisurely.

With time nearing, the influx of arriving guests dwindled, clearly showing that the dignitaries and prominent figures eligible to attend this feast were nearly all present.

Just then, the clamor at the palace entrance unexpectedly subsided, everyone rose, their focus drawn to the pair now entering, as they engaged in respectful bows, rendering the scene solemn.

His dark red hair unfurled like flames complementing his robust frame, emanating an undeniable aura of strength. His brow naturally exuded authority, inspiring awe in hearts. Most eye-catching was the distinct pattern resting between his brows, appearing particularly exceptional.

Sturdy as a mountain fortress, he seemed like an ancient beast stepping from antiquity—his presence radiating a palpable pressure.

His steady strides resembled dragon and tiger movement, causing a dramatic ripple in the consecrated hall’s ambiance, daring few to meet his eyes for fear of provoking a brutal retaliation.

On his right, a white-robed figure stood, also seeming youthful yet between brows showed indifference far beyond his apparent age.

Uniquely, surrounding him lingered a profoundly mysterious and indescribable aura, somewhat resembling Dao Rhyme but carrying a distinctly divergent significance.

Facing the respectful bows from those around him, this white-robed figure did not even glance aside, as if nothing entered his view, embodying an air of transcendence.