Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 403 - I’ve Absorbed Enough Yang Energy, Isn’t It Just for This Day?

She was wondering if she should go find Xu Ming again tonight, but then again, she was still sore from last time.

“No need.” Tao Li swatted her hand away. “I’m not interested in men.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Zhou Wan Feng sighed. “You’ve got quite the looks, but you don’t know how to make the most of them. If you go your whole life without experiencing the pleasure of union, isn’t that just a waste of living?”

“Well, at least I’m not a shameless harlot like you.” Tao Li’s voice carried clear disapproval.

“Hehehe.”

Zhou Wan Feng let out a laugh that sounded like a clucking hen.

“What do you mean by harlot? I’m not a wife or mother—I’m single and free. And how am I shameless? I simply follow my desires. I feel good, they feel good, no one owes anyone anything—what’s wrong with that? Compared to those people who claim they love someone but still crawl into another man’s bed, am I not far more honorable?”

“A brothel woman!” Tao Li turned her head away.

“Brothel women don’t have this much freedom.”

Zhou Wan Feng smacked Tao Li’s belly again, grabbed the jug of wine from the table, and headed toward the courtyard entrance. As she walked away, her voice drifted back.

“In a few days, I’m heading to the Northern Wastelands. I’ll make sure to enjoy a few more nights with Young Master Xu before I go—who knows when I’ll find another man with such an impressive ‘talent’ out there. I’m leaving my matters in your hands—don’t mess them up. Don’t forget, you owe me this favor.”

Watching Zhou Wan Feng walk out of the courtyard, Tao Li let out a long sigh.

Turning back, she gazed at her tavern, her tone full of melancholy. “I haven’t even run this place for a few years, and I’ve barely had a few days of peace. What rotten luck.”

Muttering to herself, Tao Li shook her head, lowering her delicate face. “I really am just unlucky.”

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After leaving the tavern, Zhou Wan Feng stopped by a certain special clothing store in Longdu (Dragon Capital) and bought a few particularly unique outfits.

She had stumbled upon this shop by accident, but inside, there was an array of bizarre clothing—each piece designed to ignite passion.

She had to admit, places like Sihai (Four Seas) and the Western Regions were much more creative when it came to such things.

Last time, she had bought a sheer long dress that Xu Ming called the “Stepmom Dress.” She could tell he had loved it—he had been incredibly enthusiastic that night.

This time, Zhou Wan Feng planned to stock up on more items and have a proper round of fun.

However, just as she reached the store entrance, her steps faltered for a moment.

She turned and walked in another direction.

Passing through one street after another, Zhou Wan Feng finally arrived at a deserted alley.

“You’re a bit late.”

She turned around to see a man standing before her.

“I’m already early enough. I’ve been running around, working myself to the bone these past few days, while you? You just leisurely wander the mountains and rivers, pushing all the work onto me without a care.” The man shook his head with a wry smile.

The man standing in front of Zhou Wan Feng was none other than Tang Long—the “thief” who had once been imprisoned in Tianxuan Sect.

“Now, that’s not quite right,” Zhou Wan Feng chuckled. “You help me, I help you. I’ve been doing what you asked me to, just like you’ve been doing for me. You find someone for me, I find someone for you—it doesn’t get any fairer than this.”

She retrieved an envelope from her storage pouch and flicked it over. “The person you were looking for—I’ve found them.”

Tang Long caught the envelope and opened it immediately. His pupils contracted, and his voice even carried a slight tremor. “Is all this true?”

Zhou Wan Feng spread her hands. “As real as it gets. But, of course, if it turns out to be false, you can’t blame me. Intelligence can never be one hundred percent accurate. By the time you get there, they might’ve already moved.”

Tang Long carefully folded the envelope as if it were the most precious thing in the world and tucked it into his chest.

In return, he tossed a crumpled note to Zhou Wan Feng.

She unfolded it to see an address written on it.

Looking at Tang Long, she smiled. “Now it’s my turn to ask—this information, is it real? If I make a wasted trip, I won’t let you off the hook.”

“You have my word. Besides, we’ve been locked up together for over a thousand years—there’s no reason for me to deceive an old friend.”

Tang Long then added, “You just met with Tao Li, didn’t you? If she’s agreed to help you, things will be easier. But I’ll warn you—going there means facing almost certain death.”

“Heh. You think this is my first time facing death? I’ve done countless life-or-death things before. I’ve absorbed enough yang energy by now—wasn’t it all for this day?”

Tang Long’s eye twitched. “Wait... don’t tell me you’ve been draining little Xu Ming’s yang energy?”

Zhou Wan Feng smirked. “What? Is that a problem?”

Tang Long let out a long sigh. “That poor kid... he must be exhausted, especially dealing with an old woman like you.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” Zhou Wan Feng said, brushing past Tang Long and heading out of the alley. “I’ve helped him plenty. Besides, my skills are far better than those inexperienced little girls.”

Tang Long called after her, “I’ll give you a piece of advice—don’t go and get yourself killed. Otherwise, us old folks might not be willing to collect your corpse.”