Inside the room where a fierce battle had just ended.
The air conditioning seemed to have barely dispelled the lingering heat in the air. A faint, alluring fragrance, like orchids and musk, permeated the air, a wondrous aroma that mingled with the gentle breeze and the flickering fireflies, wafting into the nostrils.
Xiang Anping wasn't there. Upon learning of the old servant's arrival, he had made an excuse to leave. Lately, the old servant had noticed something strange about his eyes, and Xiang Anping had naturally become wary of him.
The penthouse suite of this resort hotel occupied an entire floor, making it easy for Xiang Anping to slip away.
Only after the old servant entered did Jiang Yingji lazily sit up from the bed, her ivory-white legs slightly crossed, leaning against the edge of the bed as she looked at the old servant.
Although the old servant maintained a composed demeanor, the sight before him stirred an unbearable desire within him. He saw:
Sitting on the bed, the soft, snowy buttocks of Jiang Yingji, the Queen of Shanghai, naturally swayed to the sides. The curves of her waist and hips resembled a large pear, or a ripe peach, highlighting her incredibly slender waist.
Even more captivating were her two large, melon-like breasts beneath her rounded shoulders. Soft and full, they seemed brimming with milk, slightly drooping. The lower edges of her full breasts formed two perfect large circles, as if supported by something invisible, presenting a pointed, teardrop shape.
Her pear-shaped buttocks, wasp waist, broad shoulders, and large breasts, even when seated, were like a captivating painting, exuding an air of dignified elegance and unapproachability, though she seemed to have just experienced the baptism of love.
Her slightly damp black hair, like silk, possessed an added soft, alluring sheen. A few strands occasionally fell loosely across her cheeks, and a lingering blush of pink graced her exquisite face, making her appear as fresh and alluring as a lotus flower glistening with dew.
Her face carried a languid, seductive charm, breathtakingly beautiful.
The traces of their lovemaking remained. After rising, she simply closed her legs, making no attempt to conceal them. As she crossed her legs, one could see that between her two rounded, plump thighs, two full, moist, and flawless labia, their edges distinctly red and glistening with moisture, were joined together.
The inner thighs and buttocks were wet, the semen diluted by fresh fluid, creating an exceptionally erotic scene.
A faint, intensely musky scent wafted through the air, mingled with the fresh, clean smell of sweat and a subtle, slightly burnt, pungent odor of urine, like the alluring scent of clam fat, yet without a trace of fishiness.
Jiang Yingji wasn't unaware of the old servant's gaze, but she didn't particularly care.
To her, the old servant was merely a tool, not even a "person," so who would care about the gaze of a "tool"?
"Speak, what brings you here?" Jiang Yingji asked, but she knew without a doubt that something significant had occurred.
She had absolute control over her spirit-driving servants; if it weren't for something extremely important, why would the old servant dare to disturb her?
However, even with this preparation, the words spoken by the old servant still sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to incredulously squeeze her snow-white legs together.
"Something's happened in Black Street! Someone's appeared inside, and it seems to be the resurrected Martial God, Li Zhiyu!"
"The entrances and exits to Black Street are now out of control, and all the exorcist servants inside have lost contact!"
"This old servant dared not investigate rashly, but I've already interrogated those who escaped. They say the extraordinary power of the person who suddenly appeared inside is very similar to that of the first Martial God, Li Zhiyu!"
"Such a momentous event has occurred, this old servant dared not act on his own, so I came to inform Your Majesty immediately."
The old servant's soul resided in his remaining body, so his tone remained unchanged, but now one could almost hear a hint of genuine astonishment and fear.
However, there was no shock or fear in the old servant's eyes, but rather a glint of cunning and malice, which Jiang Yingji, caught in the chaos, failed to notice.
"Resurrection?"
Jiang Yingji seemed dizzy, her jade-like hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her long, slender, snow-white feet, like jade, involuntarily rose on tiptoe, her slender toes pressed together, instinctively clutching the blanket beneath her feet.
Clearly, this shocking news had thrown her into turmoil.
She murmured softly, "Could it be that Zhiyu...?"
Seeing the Queen of Shanghai so flustered by his words, the old servant felt a surge of smugness. Of course, he wasn't as innocent as he claimed; he hadn't investigated inside.
In fact, although the space was chaotic and difficult to enter, as the de facto manager of the Black Street, he understood it even better than Jiang Yingji, allowing him to move in and out with ease.
As the former Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty, who had read countless ancient texts and miraculously survived to this day, no one possessed more knowledge of cultivation than the old servant.
From the moment he first encountered the Black Street, the old servant sensed that this space was far from ordinary.
The Black Street is more like a real, existing space, dependent on this larger universe, capable of autonomous existence. While its lifespan cannot compare to the universe itself, it is fundamentally different from illusory realms like the Sakura World, which exist in people's minds due to past glories and are recreated through supernatural power.
It's equivalent to another real space, yet possesses more wondrous uses; it's what Taoists call a "minor world."
Minor worlds are incredibly wondrous, and only those who have supposedly "become immortals" are qualified to create them, like some of the renowned blessed lands of ancient times.
However, the Black Street clearly didn't originate from ancient times but bears traces of modern society, indicating that this "immortal" is a person of the present.
Only Li Zhiyu, who is suspected of reaching the forbidden level, fits the definition of an immortal.
The currently popular supernatural system, although vastly different from the old cultivation system, shares the same fundamental principles.
Level 5 encompasses all alchemical levels, with the Forbidden Level above it, which, in this old servant's view, is equivalent to immortality in the old system.
In fact, it could be said that this is the only "trace of immortality" this old servant has personally witnessed outside of those ancient, long-vanished blessed lands.
Immortality is the dream of so many!
And how many have sought it but failed? Ancient texts even record instances of cultivators practicing for eight hundred years without achieving immortality.
Yet Li Zhiyu, in such a short time, has achieved the Forbidden Level, equivalent to immortality. While the difference between the extraordinary and old systems is certainly a factor, and Li Zhiyu's extraordinary talent is also a factor, the greater reason likely lies in his pure Yin body.
And this presupposes that Li Zhiyu also possesses a pure Yang body.
This is not without precedent in the past; it can be traced back to the distant ancient times, to another clear case of "immortality."
Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor, who ascended to heaven in broad daylight, had a cultivation partner named the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.
The Yellow Emperor himself was a "pure infant," possessing a pure Yang constitution, while the Mysterious Woman was another name for someone with a pure Yin constitution.
Although ancient texts only offer fragmentary accounts, it's not difficult to infer that the Yellow Emperor's ascension to immortality was undoubtedly due to his spiritual cultivation with the Mysterious Woman. Pure Yin and pure Yang are a match made in heaven, and the Yellow Emperor wouldn't be the only one to benefit.
The addition of "Nine Heavens" to the Mysterious Woman's name speaks volumes; clearly, the cultivation of a pure Yang constitution and a pure Yin constitution brings immense benefits to both.