Chapter 95: The Colors of the Mortal World Are but Dust
“Ribbit! Ribbit!”
Beneath the desolate starry sky, a colossal golden toad with glossy black eyes sat perched on a tiny jade saucer, suddenly croaking and shattering the surrounding silence.
Though obviously a toad, its call resembled that of a frog.
“What’s all this racket about?”
The Yellow Toad Daoist, meditating atop the golden toad’s head, immediately opened his eyes with impatience upon hearing the noise.
“Pffft…”
The great golden toad opened its mouth and flicked out a soft red tongue, within which was curled a white spiritual slip emitting a faint glow, a stream of divine consciousness flowing through it.
The Yellow Toad Daoist uttered a sound of surprise, then beckoned with his hand. The white slip swiftly flew into his palm. Closing his eyes, he sensed it for a moment, stroked his chin, and muttered thoughtfully in a deep voice:
“Gu Chu says they’ve found the person, right in the Hurricane World. He also told me to notify Huo Zhuo to hurry over within a day…”
A flicker of emotion stirred within the Yellow Toad Daoist’s heart.
He thought of that woman named Xia, her snow-white robes accentuating her slender figure, her clear and ethereal eyes, her pure and immaculate demeanor, and the mysterious scar concealed beneath her veil.
This enigmatic lady was not only remarkably skilled but seemed to possess an intimate knowledge of the Assassination Alliance.
“Bound by the divine oath slip, and helping her this once—could very well be that kid from the other day.”
The Yellow Toad Daoist snorted coldly. He suspected the person Xia sought was likely the very boy they had encountered recently in the Gu Chu star region. With a cultivator and protector present, the odds were high.
Recalling Feng Shang’s arrogance and the losses he suffered at that boy’s hands, the Yellow Toad Daoist had been brooding in frustration these past few days. If it really was that boy, he was determined to deal with him thoroughly!
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Within a fragrant pavilion in a star city.
On a cold jade table of emerald hue, exquisite incense burned gracefully, curling upward in misty swirls.
“My dear beauty, drink this cup, and the thousand-gold fur cloak on this table, along with this Snow Invitation Spirit Jade, will be yours.”
A rakish man clad in red, smiling with carefree charm, his handsome face framed by mischievous peach blossom eyes glowing with alluring fire, extended his slender, alabaster fingers—more elegant than a woman’s.
One hand dangled the snow crystal spirit jade, while the other gently cradled the delicate chin of the lady in his embrace.
“Mm.”
The woman whispered shyly, tilting her heart-shaped face, her captivating eyes lingering between the man’s cold, frosty eyebrows, slightly intoxicated.
She was the courtesan queen of this fragrant pavilion, but when alone with a guest, she only ever spoke of music and poetry, maintaining grace and purity, forbidding any form of overstepping.
Yet today, this guest was truly the most handsome she had ever laid eyes upon.
In terms of generosity, he was equally rare: a thousand-gold fur cloak alone required the pelts of six Snow Spirit Star Beasts.
As for the Snow Invitation Spirit Jade, it was a rarity in the world, worth hundreds of thousands of spirit crystals.
Only such excellence could convince her to personally pour wine.
“To Master Huo Zhuo,”
The courtesan queen raised the jade cup, her cheeks flushed as she was about to drink, when the man in red suddenly said, “Wait,” with a smile. Looking at her with a teasing glint, he added, “A beauty like you deserves the finest wine. Though Autumn Dew White is decent, it’s rather spicy—I’m afraid it might choke you.”
“Autumn Dew White is the best wine we have here. If you say so, Master Huo Zhuo, do you have something else in mind?”
The courtesan queen paused, then suddenly felt touched by his thoughtfulness and gentle words. Seeing his unparalleled, radiant beauty, her heart fluttered.
“Just do this.”
Huo Zhuo smiled faintly. His fair, slender fingers lightly touched the rim of the cup, and a thread of chilling spiritual energy gradually infused into it, intensifying the aroma of the Autumn Dew White severalfold.
The courtesan queen’s eyes widened as she breathed out, “What is this…”
“Try it.”
Huo Zhuo’s smile deepened as he gently swept a lock of her glossy black hair from her forehead.
This intimate gesture immediately made the courtesan queen blush and shy away, her heart fluttering like a spirited fish leaping in a tranquil lake. She foolishly thought that even if the wine contained poison, it would be worth it.
Better to die beneath the peonies, and remain a charming spirit in death!
With this thought, she drank it all in one go.
The spirit wine was fragrant without harshness, smooth down her throat and into her stomach, immediately spreading a warm, comforting sensation that flowed swiftly through her limbs and bones—a pleasure even greater than consuming a spirit pill.
The courtesan queen’s heart brimmed with sweetness, and as she prepared to offer words of gratitude, she lifted her beautiful eyes only to find Huo Zhuo’s face furrowed with displeasure.
“Just when I was enjoying myself, you have to spoil it.”
Huo Zhuo shook his head and put down the jade cup. Immediately, a cold, ruthless aura radiated from his brow, dissipating the previous enchanting charm and replacing it with a forbidding chill that warned others to keep their distance.
At the same time, his handsome features began to soften, his skin growing fairer and more delicate. His entire body shrank.
In just a few breaths, he transformed from a young man into a youth.
His red clothes suddenly appeared loose.
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“Ah!”
The courtesan queen gasped, covering her mouth with slender hands, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock. She could not fathom how the elegant, gallant gentleman who had just serenaded her beneath the moonlight had transformed into a cold, aloof adolescent.
“Master Huo Zhuo, you… you…”
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