What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

He thought about how things outside were getting more chaotic recently, and the young master would sooner or later come into contact with some martial artists. After pondering for a moment, he said, "In fact, martial arts training can be divided into acquired and innate Qi. The so-called first-class, second-class, and third-class are just classifications made by a group of acquired martial artists themselves. It's actually just the three small realms of early, middle, and late acquired stages."

"Tell me more. What are the characteristics of first-class and second-class experts?" Song Shi really wanted to know what level his physical fitness was at.

"Cough, cough."

Dai Dou appeared at the courtyard gate again.

Song Shi instinctively stopped talking. As a member of the family, his path in both literature and martial arts was already determined. Asking about the realm of martial artists as someone who studied literature would easily invite gossip.

He immediately snapped back to reality. He was a person with a system now, so why should he care about these things?

"What's the matter again?"

"Cough, I just received news that the exorcism ritual has been temporarily canceled," Dai Dou said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Why?" Song Shi was puzzled. This guy had just left.

"Because the mage died."

Dai Dou left these words and turned to leave.

He still couldn't be bothered to explain because he didn't know exactly what had happened. It was the guy who asked him when he went out earlier who told him.

"Huh, aren't those bald donkeys from the Jin Yuan Temple supposed to be quite powerful? How did they die?"

Da Congming became interested.

The Jin Yuan Temple was the largest temple in the Jinxiu City, flourishing with incense. It had always been a place where the wealthy and influential worshipped Buddha.

If they didn't have any ability, how could they collect incense in this wealthy Jinxiu City?

"You go ask."

Song Shi instructed.

He felt that this matter might affect the Song family, and if something really happened, he couldn't run away from it while in the Song family.

Half an hour later, Song Shi received specific information.

The mage hired from the Jin Yuan Temple had actually drowned in the Jin River!

On the way to the Song family!

The Jin River and the Yuan River were the two water systems surrounding the Jinxiu City. The former had a calm current, while the latter was quite turbulent, making river transportation developed.

The Jin Yuan Temple was located on Jin Yuan Island at the confluence of the two rivers. The route to the city passed through the calm Jin River. How could a boat capsize?

Song Shi instinctively felt that something was not right.

"Hopefully, it's just my imagination," Song Shi shook his head. "Since there's nothing wrong, let's go to the Yao Yue Tower."

"Young master, most of the girls are resting during the day," Da Congming didn't want to go out at this time either. He vaguely sensed that the Song family was in trouble.

He had seen the old gatekeeper many times before. Although he was old, his body was still strong, having a background in security.

To die mysteriously at the beginning of autumn, he wouldn't believe it if there wasn't a problem.

Song Shi was least afraid of death now, so why would he care about any danger?

"You have no idea. They have day shifts and night shifts. Besides, the girl I like recently, Xue'er, is very dedicated. She welcomes guests during the day and rests for a few hours in the early morning."

He opened a white jade folding fan and a playful smile appeared on Song Shi's face. "Let's go, listen to some music and watch Xue'er dance."

He wanted to confirm one thing now.

When his original Yang energy was depleted, besides the influence of the female ghost, was it also related to him going to the Yao Yue Tower too often?

If it was related, he would rather die a few more times. It would definitely be more enjoyable than being strangled to death by a female ghost.

But, would doing that really deplete Yang energy?

It's not scientific.

Song Shi, who had studied some biology, couldn't understand.

Fifteen minutes later.

An elegant carriage left through the side gate.

As for why they took the side gate.

For things like going to a brothel, did they have to openly let people know?

Sitting on the soft animal fur, Song Shi blocked the chilly autumn wind outside the carriage, making it feel like autumn hadn't arrived yet.

Pulling back the curtains, there were two rows of ginkgo trees along the road, all golden yellow. The fallen leaves dyed the ground the same color, adding a touch of elegance.

Some people, like him, appreciated the beauty of autumn scenery, while others cursed the fallen leaves for affecting their business.

Along the way, the traffic was bustling, a scene of prosperity.

The city was filled with gold, enchanting Song Shi.

After fifteen minutes, Song Shi arrived at Hongye Street in the southern part of the city by carriage.

This street was named after the numerous maple trees planted here. In autumn, it was covered in red leaves, earning its reputation as a famous place in the city. High-end establishments such as restaurants, cloth shops, tea houses, and brothels were lined up.

The Inviting Moon Tower was located in this golden palace. The specially designed crescent-shaped building was exquisite and elegant, without a hint of debauchery. The maids in front of the door wore white clothes and behaved gracefully, making people feel like they had entered the Moon Palace.

"Tsk, they're really good at pretending."

Every time Da Congming saw these women pretending to be innocent, he couldn't help but sneer.

"You uncultured person, even if I beat you to death, you wouldn't understand taste!"

Song Shi pursed his lips, adjusted his long sleeves, and got off the carriage, swaggering out.

The maid at the entrance elegantly greeted him with a gentle voice, "I have seen Seventh Young Master of the Song family. Are you here today to listen to music or watch a dance?"

"Naturally, I will listen to a complete performance, starting with music, then watching the dance, and finally toasting with a beautiful lady under the moon."

Song Shi smiled.

"Young Master is truly talented."

The maid covered her mouth and chuckled, then turned elegantly, saying, "Please come in, Young Master."

Song Shi leisurely followed the maid and walked slowly into the carved wooden door, entering the building.

A faint blue smoke filled the air from the purple incense burner, refreshing the mind and spirit.

But this time, he had a strange feeling. Vaguely, it seemed that many eyes were watching him.

He felt like he had become prey, being stared at by a pack of wolves.

"Why do I have this feeling?"

Song Shi looked around in surprise. Apart from the maid and Da Congming who followed him, it was deserted here, just like the so-called Guanghan Palace, without the lively atmosphere of an ordinary brothel.

He remained calm, feeling at home, and walked towards a private room, "Let Xue'er come today!"

The maid apologized, "Young Master, Miss Xue'er is not feeling well today and cannot meet with you for the time being."

Song Shi felt a little disappointed.

His health had been deteriorating day by day, ever since he met Xue'er.

It would be difficult to find out the real reason without this woman.

"What a pity, I only want Xue'er. Da Congming, you choose one today, and I'll accompany you."

Da Congming was taken aback by the favor and awkwardly smiled, "Young Master, I'd rather not. I can't afford the beauties here."

Song Shi looked at him strangely and asked, "You've refused several opportunities. Isn't this reason enough? Could it be that you're only interested in men?"

Da Congming broke out in a cold sweat and quickly shook his head, "No, no, Young Master. I, Liu, am a martial artist and want to maintain my skills for a few more years. I can't indulge in the company of women for now."

"Choose one, or I won't let you sleep."

Song Shi spoke with righteousness, "Life should have some elegance, not just martial arts all day long."

"Well... alright."

Da Congming rubbed his hands, "Can Mei Niang come out to serve?"

The maid listened in astonishment.

...

While Song Shi and Da Congming were talking, in the private room of the Inviting Moon Tower.

A woman who looked like a carved jade sat cross-legged on a smooth jade bed.

She was dressed in a snow-white silk gown, her skin as pure as snow, white and rosy. Her oval face was flawlessly crafted, without any blemishes.

Her shiny black hair cascaded down to her slender waist, with a simple bun adorned with a jade hairpin.

At this moment, the jade bead on the hairpin swayed slightly, and the woman's long eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of surprised autumn-water eyes.

"Why is this person's yang energy suddenly so abundant, comparable to that of a cultivator? What happened?"

The woman's crystal red lips moved slightly, her voice cold yet with a hint of softness, as she looked up towards the lower floor.

Soon, she let out a charming laugh, her eyes shining brightly, "No wonder, it turns out to be a rare immortal seedling. I guess his presence has stimulated the spiritual roots in my body during our time together, and his yang energy has increased tenfold. It seems that I am really lucky."

She gracefully stood up, glanced sideways, and said, "This kind of immortal root, you all are not qualified to enjoy. He belongs to me. I want him to assist me in my cultivation. Don't even think about it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the greedy gazes that were secretly observing retreated unwillingly.

The woman in white raised her head, took light steps, and walked out gracefully, as if she were a fairy from the Guanghan Palace.