The proprietress was left in an awkward position, feeling as though she were just a step away from the Immortal Realm, a mere breath from transcendence.
Yet, Ji Mo had stopped, leaving her in a state of discomfort.
"Continue, I feel my back also needs some scraping."
The proprietress, abandoning all pretense of modesty, pulled open her clothes, revealing a section of her waist, as white and smooth as jade.
"No, this isn't appropriate."
Ji Mo refused, but couldn't help but cast a glance.
My, so white! Such a slender waist!
One had to admit, the proprietress's skin was truly excellent, crystal clear and luminous, so white it seemed almost unnatural.
"Are you even a man? Get to it."
The proprietress urged him on, even taking Ji Mo's hand and guiding it towards her waist.
In the past, she detested men who were improper, killing any she encountered.
But now, she wished Ji Mo would be less proper.
"Alright."
Ji Mo chose to compromise. As a healer, he had a parent's heart, and it was certainly not because the proprietress had fair skin and a slender waist.
And it was precisely at this moment that a barely audible whistling sound pierced the air once more.
The proprietress heard the disturbance, judging that a master had infiltrated the Fulai Inn, and undoubtedly an Emperor Realm expert at that.
The intruder's intentions were hostile; could they be after her?
She no longer bothered with the gua sha, quickly getting up from the bed and tidying her disheveled clothes.
Ji Mo was utterly bewildered. Wasn't she supposed to scrape his back? Why the sudden change of heart?
Women, truly fickle creatures, making him anticipate in vain.
The proprietress's good mood ruined, her almond eyes widened, her pretty face contorted with fury, and she stormed out of Ji Mo's room.
She was determined to see which suicidal fool dared to disrupt her pleasure.
Witnessing this, the other lodgers secretly sighed, "This is the consequence of a man being useless, being given the cold shoulder by a woman afterward, truly a disgrace to manhood."
Instantly, Ji Mo became a 'weak man' in everyone's eyes, a negative example, looked down upon.
A man in black hid in the shadows, his brows furrowed.
He couldn't understand what was going on with these people at the Fulai Inn; instead of sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, they were so active.
"It seems I must wait until these guests are asleep before I can make my move to capture the person."
The man in black muttered to himself.
He hailed from the Tang family, and his purpose in coming to the Fulai Inn tonight was to secretly abduct Lin Mengmeng.
Regarding this mission, the man in black didn't think it would be difficult. As long as Song Weixi was not alerted, capturing Lin Mengmeng, who was only at the Spirit Saint Realm cultivation, would be a piece of cake.
Just then.
A sinister voice whispered into the man in black's ear, "Who are you trying to capture?"
His hair stood on end, and his face turned ashen. He couldn't comprehend how his whereabouts had been exposed.
Turning his head, he saw no one around.
Could it be auditory hallucination?
The man in black was filled with suspicion, but the voice spoke again, "Answer truthfully, and perhaps I will spare your life. Otherwise, you die!"
In the darkness, a writhing mass of black mist materialized.
The man in black was decisive. Knowing he had encountered a formidable opponent, he turned and fled.
"Heh, seeking death."
The black mist churned, and a beam of dark light shot out, striking the man in black directly in the back.
The man in black shivered, a chill running through his entire body, but found he was unharmed and continued to flee.
"If I wasn't afraid that a fight would attract unnecessary trouble, I would have captured you alive and interrogated you about your motives."
The black mist dissipated, revealing a graceful figure – it was the proprietress.
She held a fan in her hand, the runes on which gradually receded, quickly returning to its ordinary appearance.
The man in black fled a considerable distance and found that the other party hadn't pursued him, which he found somewhat strange.
He felt extremely fortunate that he had been wise enough to escape immediately upon sensing trouble, thus saving his life.
"Hmph, no matter who you are, you're dead tonight. I'll report this to the family head immediately and dispatch more experts. If necessary, I'll flatten the entire Fulai Inn."
The man in black's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The Tang family were the uncrowned rulers of Chizhang City, accustomed to their arrogance over the years. They would not tolerate such humiliation and were bound to retaliate.
He took out his communication jade pendant and began contacting the family head, Tang Qian.
Tang Family.
Tang Qian and the Third Boss were waiting quietly.
"Third Boss, just you watch. It won't be long before my men bring that Lin Mengmeng right before you."
Tang Qian confidently guaranteed.
The Third Boss stroked his goatee and nodded with a smile.
Having this idiot Tang Qian working for him was truly comfortable.
At this moment.
The communication jade pendant in Tang Qian's embrace vibrated. He excitedly took out the jade pendant and smiled, "It should be good news. They've probably succeeded."
After connecting, before he could even speak, a scream suddenly came from the other end.
The sound was filled with infinite pain, extremely chilling.
"Fire... it's on fire... Family Head, save me, quickly save me..."
The voice didn't last long, quickly coming to an abrupt end.
The communication jade pendant also went silent, clearly having been destroyed.
Something had happened.
Tang Qian's face turned ashen, so dark it looked like it could drip water.
Primarily, he had just boasted in front of the Third Boss, and reality had slapped him hard.
"Family Head, Tang Ji's life tablet has shattered."
A servant rushed forward to report.
A shattered life tablet proved that the person was dead.
Tang Ji was the man in black sent to the Fulai Inn to capture Lin Mengmeng.
At this moment, Tang Qian truly wanted to know what had happened.
What did "it's on fire" mean?
On a street far from the Fulai Inn, a ball of black flame was burning.
The burning flames emitted no heat, but rather an icy, bone-chilling aura.
One could see a humanoid creature burning, rapidly turning to ash, soon disappearing completely without leaving a trace.
If any cultivator were to witness this, they would be utterly terrified, for it resembled the legendary Netherworld Demonic Flame, capable of incinerating all things in the world.
This was a divine ability of the Demon race's royal bloodline, proving that a demon of extremely noble status was present in Chizhang City.
"Family Head Tang, please do not be angry. The Langya Academy is indeed difficult to deal with."
The Third Boss feigned comfort, but was actually deliberately fanning the flames.
As expected, upon hearing this, Tang Qian's face immediately lost its composure.
Could his dignified Tang family not even deal with a mere Langya Academy?
He immediately issued an order: "Dispatch two elders at the peak of the Emperor Realm to the Fulai Inn. Capture Lin Mengmeng alive. As for the others from Langya Academy, kill them without mercy!"
To regain face, Tang Qian no longer cared about causing a stir.
No matter what, he couldn't let the Third Boss look down on the Tang family.
Soon, two figures shot into the sky from the Tang mansion, rushing towards the Fulai Inn.
Ji Mo was about to go back to sleep when someone knocked on his door again.
This time, it wasn't the proprietress, but Xuanyang.
Xuanyang held a pot of steaming tea, clearly freshly brewed.
"Sir, have some tea to nourish your body. Rest well after drinking it, and don't overexert yourself."
Xuanyang placed the teapot down, his face full of apprehension, and couldn't help but say, "Sir, no matter what others think of you, in my heart, you will always be the most formidable."
"This kid is sick!"
Ji Mo watched Xuanyang's retreating figure and muttered a curse. Drinking tea in the middle of the night, wasn't that nonsensical?
And what did drinking tea have to do with nourishing the body?
However, it was also Xuanyang's filial piety, and he didn't want to disappoint him. He was indeed a bit thirsty, so he poured himself a cup.
Immediately, his face was covered in black lines.
Because the tea was filled with goji berries, deer antler, and Polygonum multiflorum.
What was the meaning of this?
Ji Mo was about to find Xuanyang to get a clear explanation.
But the door was pushed open again, and Wang Wanjian entered.
Upon seeing the cup of tea in front of Ji Mo, his expression was very peculiar.
Then, he took out a black pill the size of an egg from his怀.
"Mr. Ji, this is an ancestral great strength pill that an old barefoot doctor gave me as a thank you for my help in the past. It is said to have miraculous effects on kidney deficiency. Sir, try taking it. If it works, I'll try to get more for you."
"Kidney deficiency?"
Ji Mo was bewildered. He was full of vigor and spirit; how could he be deficient?