The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong casually took out seven Middle-Grade Spirit Stones. ”The extra one is a tip for you. After you’ve prepared the Spirit Tea, I have a few things I’d like to ask you.”

The Shopkeeper called out. An attendant got busy preparing the tea while the Shopkeeper led Chen Dong to a quiet table. He smiled and said, ”Sir, I see you’ve come alone. You’re a new face, and quite generous. You must be here in Immortal Fox City to find a marriage partner! You should go to the Seeking Fate Courtyard or Lovers’ Lake. The first two places are full of single members of the Demon Race. The last one, Zhenfang Pavilion, can directly help you choose a demon that meets your requirements!”

Chen Dong was speechless for a moment. ’This…’

The Shopkeeper glanced at him and quickly put on an expression that said ’I understand.’ He hurriedly said, ”Oh~! If you’re looking for *that* kind of place, Immortal Fox City has them too. It’s in the Southwest Alley. The largest building there is called Qingxiang Tower. You can find all sorts of people from the Demon Race and Human Race there for a night of passion. I suppose after the Spirit Race takes human form, the first thing they want to experience is this carnal pleasure. It’s just that Qingxiang Tower costs a pretty penny in Spirit Stones, but I imagine that won’t be a problem for a patron like you!”

Chen Dong saw the Shopkeeper’s lecherous expression and knew he had misunderstood again.

But Chen Dong couldn’t help feeling curious about this Qingxiang Tower. He really wanted to go and see it for himself.

So, Chen Dong cleared his throat and asked, ”Are there any from the Frost Fox Race there?”

The Shopkeeper’s expression changed abruptly. He quickly lowered his voice, ”Quieter, quieter!”

In truth, Chen Dong’s voice was already very low, but the Shopkeeper was still quite shocked.

After looking left and right, the Shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and whispered, ”There are!” He then lowered his voice even more. ”The affection of the Frost Fox Race is hard to come by. And since our King is also of the Frost Fox Race, their bloodline is considered even nobler. That’s why they’re the most expensive and most secret service at Qingxiang Tower. Only discreet, regular customers even know the Frost Fox Race is available there. However, seeing as you’ve let my humble shop earn so much today, if you want to go, just say Shopkeeper Huang from the teahouse sent you. Otherwise, you won’t get to see anyone from the Frost Fox Race at all!”

Chen Dong sat up straight and cleared his throat twice. ”Thank you, Shopkeeper!”

The Shopkeeper broke into a broad smile. ”It’s nothing, it’s nothing. With the tip you gave, I’ll naturally tell you everything I know!”

Just then, two waiters from the Demon Fox Race reverently carried over a pot of Spirit Fish Tea.

The Shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and said, ”Enjoy your tea, sir!”

Chen Dong watched the two Spirit Fish in the Liuli pot chase each other in circles. The tea leaves swirled and settled naturally, and a pure Spiritual Qi was infused within the liquid.

He turned over a cup, poured a small amount, and savored it slowly. The tea seemed to contain a settled spiritual charm, a naturalness of the Dao that washed over his taste buds. As the Spiritual Qi dispersed, even Chen Dong’s Golden Core cultivation increased by a sliver from that single cup.

In the shop, a Demon Cultivator was burning incense and playing a zither, producing a melody that cleared the mind. The atmosphere was one of refined elegance.

At that moment, however, Chen Dong remembered that this wasn’t what he had wanted to ask the Shopkeeper. He shook his head slightly. ’Oh well. I’ll finish this pot of Spirit Fish Tea first.’

As the tea ran low, the Spirit Fish in the pot also began to disappear. These Spirit Fish weren’t living creatures; they were produced by the Spirit Fish Tea Trees unique to the Northern Territory. The trees grew in pairs, and each one produced leaves only once every three years, meaning a single Spirit Fish Tea Tree could only be used to brew one pot of tea every three years.

However, Chen Dong could tell that this tree wasn’t very old—three hundred years at most. Its effect on a Golden Core Stage cultivator was minimal. If it came from an ancient tree that was thousands or tens of thousands of years old, it probably couldn’t be bought for six hundred Spirit Stones.