Chapter 80 Luxury

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Luxury

“This is the disciple I have newly accepted.”

Yin Daoyan’s words directly shook Deng Yunsheng to the core.

Master Yin accepting a disciple?

This is an extraordinary event!

The Hundred Herbs Hall’s Hall Master, the Sword Cauldron Sect’s Elder, the Elixir Doctor Yin Daoyan has accepted a disciple. If outsiders find out, who knows how many people would be beating their chests in envy of Zhong Lin.

Even though Deng Yunsheng is the manager of the Hundred Herbs Hall, he knows full well that all of his authority comes from Hall Master Yin Daoyan. Thus, he dared not be negligent; he quickly stepped aside while greeting Zhong Lin and returned the courtesy with a grand gesture.

“Deng Yunsheng pays respects to Young Master, wishing peace to the Young Master.”

Zhong Lin hurried to assist.

“Old Deng, there’s no need for this.”

“You are the disciple of Master Yin, naturally our Young Master of the Hundred Herbs Hall, such courtesies cannot be waived,” Deng Yunsheng said with a mix of fear and respect.

Yin Daoyan’s voice also sounded from the side, “Zhong Lin, accept his bow. You can handle it.”

Zhong Lin stopped his actions, deeply feeling the importance of having a good master.

For Deng Yunsheng is a Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm expert, always on the verge of stepping into the Upper Third Grades. Such a person, regardless of where they are, is a significant figure, yet still dares not be neglectful in front of him.

“Old Deng, arrange accommodations for Zhong Lin, I am going to Miao Suo Garden.”

“Yes.”

“Master, should the disciple accompany you?”

“No need, familiarize yourself with the Hundred Herbs Hall first.”

“Yes.”

After giving an instruction, Yin Daoyan took a step to leave, followed closely by Gu Yourong.

Mei Weixuan also leaned over, winking and said, “Zhong Lin, I’ll go home first, and then later take you for a stroll at Xiaoxiang Pavilion, don’t be anxious.”

Zhong Lin’s face darkened, just as he was about to retort, the guy had already slipped away quietly.

“Young Master, please.”

Zhong Lin, holding Little Stone, began walking towards the Hundred Herbs Hall.

Along the way, Deng Yunsheng explained as they walked, giving Zhong Lin a rough understanding of the entire Hundred Herbs Hall.

Under the Hundred Herbs Hall are two major gardens: the Miao Shou Garden and the Dan Ding Garden, the former treats patients, the latter gathers herbs and refines pills.

Besides the independent gardens, there are also the Guard Team and the Medicine Collection Team.

These two teams practice martial arts daily, with the Hundred Herbs Hall supplying elixirs for cultivation, thus their speed of progress is extremely fast.

This makes the Hundred Herbs Hall itself a very powerful force, not to mention having the Sword Cauldron Sect as a backing.

Hence, Zhong Lin, as the Young Master of the Hundred Herbs Hall, holds an unparalleled status; whether one accepts it or not, unless you can confront the force behind him head-on.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at a courtyard, which would be better described as an estate rather than a courtyard.

The winding stone paths meandered like a maze, making one feel an urge to explore.

Just a few steps ahead was a pond, clear as crystal, with fish frolicking in the water, surrounded by intricately arranged rockery, like a small hill, giving a sense of landscape beauty.

Although it was already winter, with the herbs withered, the courtyard was densely filled with bamboo groves, the leaves swaying in the wind, rustling.

In this land-scarce Tianyang City, such an estate’s value is immeasurable.

“Young Master, this will be your residence from now on. Are you satisfied?” Deng Yunsheng asked respectfully.

Zhong Lin did not answer directly, but instead looked down at Little Stone and asked, “Do you like it?”

Little Stone was already captivated by the fish playing in the pond, joyfully saying, “So big, so beautiful, Second Brother, will we live here from now on?”

“As long as you like it, we’ll live here from now on. Old Deng…”

“Young Master, please just call me Old Deng!”

“Alright, Old Deng, here it is then.”

“Yes, Young Master, please wait a moment while I send someone to prepare the rooms, you may rest here for now.”

“Go ahead!”

Not long after, Deng Yunsheng brought a group of servants over, and under the guidance of a steward, they set about cleaning the place.

There wasn’t much to clean really; it was more about demonstrating an attitude to Zhong Lin, fearing that he might not be pleased.

“Hurry and pay your respects to the Young Master,” ordered Deng Yunsheng, and a dozen beautiful maids knelt down before Zhong Lin.

The maids were dressed like handmaidens, charming and unique in their own ways.

Zhong Lin cast a glance over these maids, all beauties, each with their characteristics.

Some were gentle, some lively, some shy, some flirtatious, some bold…

There were those who were plump and thin, tall and short.

Though not national beauties, each was delicate and charming, captivating and endearing.

Zhong Lin couldn’t help but reflect, truly in any world, those who control the means of production live with an unmatched feeling of pleasure.

In this world, the means of production is martial arts, the higher the grade of the Martial Artist, the more resources he can acquire, including women.

“Young Master, these maids will be in charge of your daily life, and you can indulge in them at your leisure to relieve the heat from training. Rest assured, these women are all virgins. If you’re not satisfied, we can replace them.”

Deng Yunsheng spoke these words without hesitation, and the women on their knees didn’t seem to mind, as if it was natural, with some even looking eagerly at Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin twitched the corner of his mouth. As straightforward as it may be, hearing it stated so plainly was something he wasn’t quite accustomed to.

Deng Yunsheng was not wrong; people are fundamentally influenced by blood qi, which affects desires and vitality. A Martial Artist has an abundance of qi and blood, manifesting strong desires.

After reaching the Sixth Grade Qi Blood Realm, Zhong Lin had to take cold baths every time he cultivated, both to remove sweat and suppress desires. Yet every morning he was still as firm as steel.

If not, why else would Mei Weixuan keep running to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, if not driven by excessive blood qi?

In this realm of martial arts cultivation, repression isn’t a theme, as long as it’s not excessive indulgence; yin-yang harmony is a tenet of heaven and earth laws.

Upon reaching the Upper Third Grades, such physical attractions gradually diminish, with some Upper Third Grades Martial Artists even advocating abstinence to better refine essence into qi.

“No need to change, they’ll do. Send over some Qi Blood Pills; I’m going to train.”

“Yes, I’ll handle it right away,” answered Deng Yunsheng, bowing and stepping back a few paces before turning to leave the courtyard, showcasing utmost respect.

Zhong Lin lowered his head and glanced at the kneeling maids.

“You may rise.”

“Thank you, Young Master.”

Their voices, like a chorus of birds in the forest, were pleasing to the ear.

Zhong Lin pointed to a tall, alluring maid dressed in a red skirt among the crowd.

“What is your name?”

This maid, despite being only seventeen or eighteen, exuded the demeanor of a mature beauty, with a tall, enticing figure.

“Reporting to Young Master, this servant is named Yun Xiu.”

“From now on, you’ll be in charge of these maids. My demand isn’t much; prioritize taking good care of my younger brother. Do you understand?”

Yun Xiu’s face lit up with joy, giving a slight bow.

“This servant understands.”

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