Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 62 - 60: Scoundrel, Give Me Back My Fairy
"Celestial Fragrance Fairy, I love you!"
The Celestial Fragrance Tower erupted in excitement, countless men with fervent gazes shouting and cheering, much like crazed fans witnessing the Immortal Sister doing a passionate dance before them.
Celestial Fragrance Fairy gracefully curtsied, then grabbed the red silk, floating away, causing numerous men to beat their chests with regret.
"Interesting!"
Zhou Chen’s lips curled slightly; in the words of a domineering CEO novel from his past life: Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.
Zhou Chen approached the desk, now deserted.
Because everyone went to see the Celestial Fragrance Fairy.
"Young Master."
The woman in red quickly followed, seeing Zhou Chen preparing to write poetry; her face showed no surprise but her heart paid no heed.
People like Zhou Chen were a dime a dozen, not a thousand, at least eight hundred.
"Fetch the brush and ink!"
Zhou Chen waved his hand grandly.
Could it be deemed reasonable that he, "Liu Yong," had frequented the brothels for so long but never left a single poem?
Unreasonable!
Today, let me bring fame to Liu Yong in this otherworldly realm.
Although the woman in red thought Zhou Chen overestimated himself, her good manners kept her from showing it. She offered a charming smile and helped Zhou Chen with paper and ink.
Zhou Chen picked up the brush, suddenly recalling his poor calligraphy skills.
Isn’t this a slap in the face?
Should he have someone else write for him?
"Got it!"
Zhou Chen suddenly remembered an advanced martial art he had seen in the Cyan Cloud Sect’s library.
[Iron Painting Silver Hook First Layer (0/500)]
"Add points!"
Zhou Chen added points twice, consuming fifteen hundred Wind and Moon Points.
[Iron Painting Silver Hook Third Layer (0/2000)]
In an instant.
Zhou Chen seemed as if he had practiced this calligraphy martial art for two and a half years. The pen moved as if guided by a deity, firmly controlled as if it was an extension of his arm.
At the same time.
He completed another round of skin refining and flesh refining, strengthening his physique somewhat, especially making his right hand hold the brush more steadily and powerfully.
Zhou Chen glanced at the calligraphy of others nearby, only wanting to say: You all are garbage!
Calligraphy martial arts are extremely rare, especially those that are advanced martial arts; its calligraphy is merely an accompaniment.
Don’t underestimate Zhou Chen, who has only reached the Body Refining Third Layer in Iron Painting Silver Hook. Just in terms of calligraphy alone, he is second to none, even surpassing the Calligraphy Saint, Wang Xizhi, and others.
The two women serving Zhou Chen were dumbfounded; they initially thought Zhou Chen was an amateur upon seeing him pick up the brush.
They guessed the characters Zhou Chen wrote would not be unbearable to look at, but definitely subpar.
But at that moment.
They suddenly felt Zhou Chen seemed different.
He had transformed into a calligraphy master.
With knowledge and poetry within, one naturally exudes elegance.
Zhou Chen wielded the brush like ink, writing a timeless poem by Liu Yong in one breath.
[Butterfly Lovers]
[Standing by the dangerous tower, the breeze is gentle. Looking afar, spring sorrow grows dim at the horizon. Amidst the grass and fading light, who can understand this silent feeling?]
[Attempting to drown my sorrows with reckless abandon, singing with the wine, yet the joy feels tasteless. Gradually thinning belts, regret never comes; for her, I willingly fade away in despair. ]
[Liu Yong.]
"This is..."
The two were instantly stunned upon sight of Zhou Chen’s poem, like being hit by the Freezing Technique.
Their literacy was average, only thinking the poem seemed good, but it was the overwhelming feeling that truly stunned them.
They felt as if their hearts were tightly gripped by a big hand, making it hard to breathe.
"Lingering and gazing, leisurely and graceful, firm as iron paintings, charming as silver hooks."
"Good handwriting! Good handwriting!"
A voice of admiration came from behind, revealing a scholarly middle-aged man approaching, eyes alight:
"Gradually thinning belts, regret never comes; for her, I willingly fade away in despair..."
The scholarly middle-aged man read Zhou Chen’s poem and exclaimed:
"Great characters, even greater poem, truly exquisite, a classic!"
His exclamation drew countless people around, and with the sight of Zhou Chen’s ’Butterfly Lovers’, even those without literary merit felt an inexplicable sense of awe.
This is the extraordinary power of martial arts!
"Send it to Celestial Fragrance Fairy; I think if this isn’t enough to meet her, then she’s definitely toying with us!"
Zhou Chen confidently smiled at the maid of the Celestial Immortal Tower.
"Please wait a moment, Young Master!"
The two maids hurriedly took Zhou Chen’s masterpiece upstairs; they were specifically assigned to attend to those writing poetry, possessing much higher cultural literacy than the two women serving Zhou Chen.
They could tell Zhou Chen’s poem was extraordinary, and his calligraphy even more impressive, definitely not an ordinary person.
"I am Qin Yan, greetings to Brother Liu!"
The scholarly middle-aged man saluted respectfully and praised: "With Brother Liu’s talent, you will surely meet Celestial Fragrance Fairy, truly enviable to us!"
"Brother Qin flatters me!"
Zhou Chen sat down with two beauties and Qin Yan, drinking and chatting, carefree and happy.
Before long.
A beautiful and captivating young girl elegantly approached Zhou Chen, offering a respectful curtsy:
"Young Master Liu, our lady invites you upstairs for a chat!"
"Alright!"
Zhou Chen stood up, smiling at everyone:
"Farewell, everyone!"
With that, Zhou Chen followed the young girl upstairs.
Watching Zhou Chen’s departing figure, Qin Yan and the others felt envious and jealous, but they couldn’t blame anyone else for Zhou Chen becoming the guest of honor for the Celestial Fragrance Fairy through his skills.
Only their own lack of talent was to blame.
"Young Master, the lady is waiting inside for you!"
Upon reaching the top floor, the young girl opened the door, curtsying gracefully.
"Thank you!"
Casually rewarding her a piece of silver, Zhou Chen stepped into the room.
Inside, upon hearing the commotion, Celestial Fragrance Fairy rose to welcome him, offering a graceful bow:
"I am Tianxiang, at your service, Young Master Liu!"
"No need for formalities, Fairy."
Zhou Chen was now observing the Celestial Fragrance Fairy up close. Her flawless face was devoid of makeup, yet her breathtaking features were more stunning than any heavy makeup could render.
It was unclear if she had just emerged from the bath, as her hair was casually tied up without any adornments, still glistening with moisture, pure and exquisite enough to captivate anyone.
"Please, have a seat, Young Master!"
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy gestured invitingly, and the room was already set with a feast.
Zhou Chen sat unreservedly as the Celestial Fragrance Fairy gracefully lifted the jade pot to pour wine for him, then moved to sit opposite him.
However, Zhou Chen suddenly seized the soft, white hand of the Celestial Fragrance Fairy and lightly pulled her onto his lap.
"Please, behave yourself, Young Master."
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy looked at Zhou Chen, her voice cool and composed, yet inwardly startled.
She hadn’t expected Zhou Chen to be so bold.
"Does the Fairy think I came here just to drink wine and listen to music?"
A faint, intoxicating fragrance drifted into his nostrils as Zhou Chen stared directly into her eyes:
"I am but a simple man. Some call me an uncouth martial artist. I dislike beating around the bush and hate wasting time."
"If the Fairy is unwilling to accompany me, then bring someone who is!"
Zhou Chen was here for carnal pleasures, not to talk about love or recite poetry.
Celestial Fragrance Fairy?
To others, she’s a fairy, but in his eyes, they’re all the same.
If you won’t let me touch you, then get lost!
He’s no lapdog.
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy stared blankly at Zhou Chen, not expecting him to be so straightforward.
Even those who secretly desired to strip her were always pretenders, acting like gentlemen in front of her.
Zhou Chen, having composed such an acclaimed poem, could appear as a refined gentleman, yet he bluntly expressed his vulgar desires upon arrival.
"Indeed, the Young Master speaks his mind."
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy suddenly smiled charmingly, raised her alabaster arms, and hooked them around Zhou Chen’s neck:
"Though your words are crude, they are more endearing to me than those of a hypocrite."
"Which man who comes here doesn’t want to use my body? But pretending to be virtuous gentlemen is nauseating!"
"You’re right, the Fairy has keen insight!"
Zhou Chen chuckled, never one to force others.
Since the Celestial Fragrance Fairy didn’t refuse, neither would he hold back.
"I was just being honest... hmm..."
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy clamped Zhou Chen’s wandering hand, surprised at his eagerness, and gave him a reproachful look:
"Even if the Young Master desires, there’s no need to be so impatient, is there?"
"A night of spring is worth a thousand gold, especially with a peerless beauty like the Fairy. Waiting any longer would be disrespectful to her!"
The Celestial Fragrance Fairy sensed Zhou Chen’s actions, a fleeting struggle evident in her eyes. Ultimately, she made up her mind and smiled enchantingly:
"Please, be gentle, Young Master!"
"Gentleness would be the utmost disrespect to such beauty," Zhou Chen grinned mischievously, pulling the Celestial Fragrance Fairy into his arms.
He knew she had already recognized his identity; otherwise, she wouldn’t have so readily given him what she had preserved for so long.
Zhou Chen didn’t mind using his identity when necessary.
A broad investigation would’ve already traced Zhou Chen’s ancestry in Cyan Cloud City over the past half-month.
"Celestial Fragrance Fairy, truly fragrant indeed!"
The gentle scent of a woman surrounded him as Zhou Chen gazed at her exquisite beauty, the alluring white collarbones, and her generous bosom...
Zhou Chen leaned down and fiercely captured her soft, red lips.
No tenderness was spared.
While Zhou Chen devoted himself to caressing the cherished dream of countless men, the men in the Celestial Immortal Tower felt their hearts soar.
All of them discussed Zhou Chen, eagerly awaiting his emergence.
Yet.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
It was nearly dusk when Zhou Chen leisurely descended from upstairs, his face aglow, grinning broadly.
Undeniably, the Celestial Fragrance Fairy...
Was exceptionally supple.
Especially when Zhou Chen discovered that Tianxiang possessed a unique constitution, was a natural-born divine artifact, and had mastered the superior martial art Celestial Dragon Eight Sounds, reaching the Body Refining Seventh Layer.
This allowed Zhou Chen’s Wind and Moon Points to skyrocket by twelve thousand, an incredible profit.
He accrued ample buffs this time.
First blood.
Body Refining Seventh Layer.
Divine artifact.
With consistent assistance from Ji Fengxia and Liu Ruyi.
Utterly delightful.
"You scoundrel, return my fairy!"
Seeing Zhou Chen’s departing demeanor, a young man infatuated with the Celestial Fragrance Fairy was enraged.
He drew his sword and charged at Zhou Chen.
His martial skills weren’t lacking, reaching the Body Refining Sixth Layer.
"Seeking death!"
Zhou Chen’s eyes flashed sharply, a Sunset Bow manifesting in his palm.
Thwang!
The bow twanged thunderously, and all anyone saw was a streak of light like a rainbow piercing the day, effortlessly penetrating the young man’s chest and sending him sprawling.
The young man collided heavily with the second-floor pillar of Celestial Fragrance Tower, a long arrow through his chest pinning him there.
A heavy silence fell over Celestial Immortal Tower.
Everyone stared blankly and with shock at Zhou Chen and the...
Bow in his hand!
"Is that... the Yi Arrow Skill!?"
"And... the Sunset Bow!?"
"It’s him!"
"It is indeed him!"
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