Chapter 762

Chapter 762: Extravagance

"Esteemed guest, may I recommend the Soul Spirit Feast? It’s both affordable and beneficial. Of course, if money isn’t an issue, a bottle of Century Monkey Wine would greatly enhance your cultivation." The voice was soft and seductive, accompanied by the faint brush of a blue-robed woman leaning against him. Ye Yun chuckled inwardly: *No wonder cultivators succumb to worldly temptations. Why endure hardship when such comforts exist?*

"I’ll take the True Dragon Feast. Skip the Monkey Wine—I’ve no taste for such luxuries. Add a jug of Moonlit Pond, and the rest can be your choice." Ye Yun scanned the jade tablet, baffled by ingredients he’d never heard of. *Have I truly grown outdated? Even these names elude me now.*

After finalizing his order, he noticed the two women frozen beside him. "Is it too much? Can your kitchen manage?" he asked awkwardly.

"Not at all! But the True Dragon Feast and Moonlit Pond cost thousands of top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones each. Without sufficient credit…" Qian Ying trailed off, cheeks flushing.

"Ah, my oversight." Ye Yun waved his hand, flooding the pavilion with Immortal spirit energy. Three thousand top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones materialized, making the women gulp. They hastily collected the stones, retreating with unsteady steps. Such wealth could spell disaster if mishandled.

From his vantage point, Ye Yun gazed down at Red City’s ant-like inhabitants, sipping tea. Soon, rhythmic footsteps approached. The aroma of delicacies wafted in as veiled women carried jade platters. When the feast was unveiled, Ye Yun gaped. "This jade alone must cost a fortune!"

The Ancestor facepalmed. "Embarrassing! It’s mere low-grade Immortal Spirit Stones. Must you fuss?"

"Old habits," Ye Yun shrugged. Before he could lift the five-colored veil, the attendants’ alabaster arms did it for him. The jade dishes formed a coiled dragon shape, radiating dense spiritual energy. *Remarkable. Its essence rivals a thousand top-tier stones.*

His first bite sent warmth cascading through his senses—not flavorful, but deeply soothing. The women watched enviously; few in Red City could afford such extravagance monthly, let alone pair it with Moonlit Pond.

"Drink up! Let this Ancestor at least smell it," the Ancestor nagged as Ye Yun ate. Qian Ying poured the azure-hued wine. Ye Yun declined her hand-feeding, taking the cup himself. The Ancestor sniffed disdainfully. "Passable, but inferior to vintage cellars."

The wine melted Ye Yun’s fatigue. When a nervous attendant asked if they should dance, he shook his head. "Sit. I can’t finish this alone. Fetch two more Moonlit Ponds for yourselves."

The sisters stared. *Two thousand more top-tier stones?* They accepted the payment shamefacedly, but their employer merely gave each a stone as bonus.

"You’re odd," the younger sister blurted between bites. "Others demand services. You feed us priceless dishes instead."

"I dislike being stared at by drooling spectators," Ye Yun replied.

"But if we don’t dance, those lecherous old men…" She shuddered, recalling groping hands and forced smiles.

"Why not venture out? At Sixth-Level Foundation Establishment, survival shouldn’t be impossible."

"Impossible!" She gulped wine bitterly. "The beasts here would leave no bones. Our parents were mortals. A wandering cultivator said we had talent, but…"

Qian Ying elbowed her sister. "We apologize. The cultivation path has been… harsher than expected."

Ye Yun swirled his moonlit drink. "Trials forge us. I’ve neared death often enough. If you’ll accept it, I’ll teach you a cultivation method."

"The Killing Immortal Classic? For these mediocre talents?" The Ancestor scoffed.

"They’ll manage," Ye Yun said. "My greatest asset isn’t hoarded herbs."

"Wasting a Soul Destiny Thousand Masters Grass? That’s Lingyao’s only specimen!"

"Better used than rotting." Ye Yun accepted the Ancestor’s grumbled offering, crushing the crimson glint in the tome.

The sisters’ eyes shone. A new technique could elevate them beyond Red City’s drudgery—perhaps even to Nascent Soul or Earth Immortal realms.

After clearing the feast, Ye Yun rose. "Can you leave this place?"

"For three days monthly," they chorused eagerly.

"Come then. This isn’t the place for teaching."

As they departed, hidden eyes observed Ye Yun’s peculiar energy before withdrawing. The pavilion’s owner smirked; let the girls chase their fortune.

White light enveloped Ye Yun. Spatial laws twisted, shielding the trio as they vanished from Red City—and from all searching senses.