Chapter 83: The Purple Flower on Top of His Head

  The crowd didn't know how long they had been arguing, and finally, the crowd couldn't find a suitable solution, so they stopped discussing this matter. Wang Guang watched coldly from the side, knowing that Ling Tong Dao Ren had secretly made friends with some practitioners who were dissatisfied with Lie Di Dao Ren through this argument, thinking that they would secretly gather again to discuss ways to deal with Lie Di Dao Ren.

  The quarrel had ended in the dead of night, and the singing girls were all exhausted, after which another batch was replaced. When this batch of singing girls came up, they immediately delighted Wang Guang. It turned out that the new singing girls who came up were those he saw in that villa.

  "Does Fellow Daoist like someone among them?" The Ling Tong Dao person beside him saw Wang Guang's low smile and immediately came over.

  "It's not that I like it, but rather admire them." The beautiful melody was ruined by his careless humming.

  That Ling Tong Daoist misunderstood Wang Guang's intention, so he laughed and said: "These women were originally from large families in various dynasties, and they are all proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Normally, they serve others, but today they serve us. Although it seems a bit humiliating at first glance, isn't it also their opportunity?"

  Upon hearing this, Wang Guang involuntarily rolled his eyes. The words of the Lingtong Daoist were pleasant to hear, but in reality, it was just a matter of being favored by a Qi practitioner and then being taken to their own room for amusement.

  "At first, I was supported by a family and knew that every large family raised some Qi practitioners. Could it be that the Qi practitioners behind them no longer protected them?" Wang Guang wondered in his heart, watching the song girls showing off their dance moves while quietly asking Ling Tong Daoist beside him.

  "Those who oppose us will either be killed or driven away, and where can they still protect those families?" Ling Tongdao hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice: "Actually, if the Rift Land Dao people were not so untrustworthy, we would not have thought of opposing them. After all, when everyone is united, their strength is greater. If they are divided, let alone other things, some surrounding empires can't wait to attack and divide this newly established dynasty."

  "Perhaps you are also worried that those families who are not willing to be humiliated will secretly find other practitioners to support them, and thus split the empire again." Wang Guang stood up and pointed at the woman dancing in the center: "This woman belongs to Poor Path, is the fellow Daoist willing?"

  "It's just a woman, use her as you please." Ling Tong didn't care about these things, what he cared about was the treasure trove controlled by Lie Di. As long as he could take away one-third of the precious materials in the treasure trove, he could do many things with those materials and wouldn't need to mingle with the ordinary people anymore. At that time, even if someone else were to split off and establish a new imperial court, he wouldn't care in the least.

  Wang Guang stretched out his hand and beckoned, embracing the woman in his arms. This woman was the one who would sing and dance for many scholars in the manor. He liked her temperament, and she looked very beautiful too, with a soft and delicate body to touch.

  He hugged the woman, drinking and having fun until dawn. The woman just smiled and poured him wine, peeled grapes for him, occasionally telling some common jokes and anecdotes, only making Wang Guang laugh loudly.

  "This woman is indeed well-learned, it's just a pity that she hasn't cultivated her skills. If she were to become a Qi Practitioner, I'm sure she would be another talented and learned individual among them." Listening to the woman speak, Wang Guang felt a sense of regret for this woman.

  "That Daoist friend can teach her some breathing exercises, I have the ability to see auras, and seeing the purple flower on this woman's head, it seems that if she cultivates, the effect should be pretty good." A nearby Qi practitioner narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up the woman in Wang Guang's arms before speaking these words.

  "Divination? A purple flower on her head?" Wang Guang heard this and couldn't help but take a deep breath, then looked at the woman in his arms with a different gaze.

  He knew the art of divination, which was not considered a Taoist technique, nor did it belong to spiritual powers, but rather fell under the category of extraordinary skills. For such extraordinary skills, what is required is not whether one's magical power is strong or weak, but rather the alignment of circumstances.

  When the opportunity arrives, even a novice cultivator can master powerful magic; if the opportunity is insufficient, even if you are an alchemist or a primordial spirit cultivator, you cannot grasp half of the magic.

  Although this aura technique is said to be the most inferior among the strange techniques, Wang Guang was unable to cultivate it due to insufficient opportunities. In those years within the inner sect, not one of the thousands of inner sect disciples had ever heard of anyone obtaining such an opportunity. Who would have thought that today, outside the sect in the mortal world, he would see someone who did? How could this not make Wang Guang feel envious?

  But jealousy is useless. This strange and mysterious technique, even if you have obtained the cultivation method, if it's not meant for you to cultivate, then you won't be able to cultivate it successfully.

  What surprised Wang Guang the most was that the woman in his arms actually had a purple flower on her head, which was what surprised him the most.

  More than a dozen Qi practitioners stared at Wang Guang with fierce eyes, revealing greed, and wanted to rush over and snatch the woman in his arms.

  Why do you say that? It turns out that among the living beings in the world, there are some special existences. Some demons and beasts are born with wisdom, while their companions cannot. Some people are born with divine power, while others do not have this blessing. It seems to be a gift from heaven, but it actually belongs to the category of mysterious and extraordinary skills.

  According to the records of Qimen Xuanmen, this person with a purple flower on his head, if he can cultivate a special method, when merging with the opposite sex, not only can he enhance the opposite sex's magical powers, but also help the other party temper their own magical powers. Even under long-term cultivation, the purple flower on the opposite sex's head will transform into a congenital Qimen or Xuanmen technique that merges into the other person's body.

  Those who possess the art of divination are merely minor sect cultivators, and although they have strong magical powers and are invited by other cultivators to assist in cracking open the Earth Path, they don't even know what kind of effect the Purple Flower on the Head will have because they haven't read many Daoist scriptures. Among the dozens of cultivators present, only over ten people understand the meaning behind the phrase "Purple Flower on the Head".

  Ling Tong Dao Ren said that he didn't know what the purple flower on his head represented, but seeing other Qi practitioners with sinister glints in their eyes, as if they were about to pounce and swallow Wang Guang whole, suddenly understood that the woman might be a treasure. However, he was also a man of character, although he felt some heartache, he didn't show it at all. On the contrary, he immediately handed the woman over to Wang Guang on the spot.

  "Everyone, I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Wang Guang saw some people with malicious intentions and immediately had the thought of leaving. He wasn't afraid that those people would oppose him, but rather worried that if he were to fight with them here, he wouldn't have the upper hand and would end up in a sorry state. Therefore, he wanted to return to his own estate and use the flags there to deal with those Qi-practicing individuals who had caught his attention.

  "Isn't it that the Taoist friend is in a hurry to follow this woman? Hehe! Why not let me take her as my disciple and have her join our sect?" A woman stepped forward, smiling coquettishly.

  "Inappropriate! Inappropriate!" Wang Guang shook his head repeatedly and said, "Your magical powers are indeed profound, but the power of your sect is weak. If you take this woman as a disciple, it's not just that she might be snatched away by others present here, even if you return to your sect, there may still be people who will chase after her to snatch her away. And if those brainless people have strong backing, I'm afraid your sect won't get any benefits either."

  "My fellow Taoist, you can hand the woman over to me. I am a Qi-refining master from the White Bone Cave of Kuigu Shan, and in our sect, I'm considered a notable figure. No one would dare to snatch her away from me." Another Qi-refining master emerged from behind the table, speaking in a bamboo-like tone.

  "Impossible! Impossible!" Wang Guang retorted with a flick of his sleeve, "Can this body satisfy that woman? You should know that she can only transmit her extraordinary skills or techniques to the opposite sex when she is extremely excited. I think your physique won't do, your impact force isn't enough."

  Gaunt Daoist originally had a pale face, but today he was suddenly flushed with anger by Wang Guangyi's words. However, he did not refute Wang Guangyi's argument, which hit his sore spot. He thought that although his magical powers were strong and he had learned several Daoist techniques, he had always been somewhat inferior due to his weakness in the lower body. This made Wang Guang mutter to himself, gritting his teeth with hatred, wishing he could swallow the opponent alive.

  One after another, several practitioners found excuses to ask Wang Guang to give the purple-flowered woman to themselves. Unexpectedly, Wang Guang was like a scholar possessed by a spirit, and with a few words of eloquence, he refuted all their reasons one by one, not allowing them to succeed.

  Just as Wang Guang was secretly excited about having such a sharp tongue for his own family, he didn't think that because of his stiff words just now, many practitioners were offended.

  "Huh? I don't get it, this woman is a treasure for everyone, why should you be the only one to have her? I think you're not willing to give her up, and we're not willing to let something good slip away from us either. How about this: that woman will be with you today, with him tomorrow, and with me the day after. We'll take turns, dozens of people, each getting a turn every few days. Whoever gets the benefit will secretly rejoice, without making a fuss. What do you think?" A cultivator who had always been at odds with Wang Guang suggested this with a strange smile. For a moment, some people loudly cheered and thought that sharing good things was the best way to go.

  Wang Guang was blinded by his own interests, resenting the cultivator for ruining his good fortune and wanting to kill him even more. Moreover, he also resented the cultivator who possessed the extraordinary skill of divination, blaming him for revealing the strange phenomenon of the purple flower on the woman's head, forgetting that the other party had not revealed this anomaly, and how could he have decided to occupy this woman for a long time?

  Benefits blind one's eyes, greed blinds one's mind, not thinking it's improper, but instead feeling self-pity, truly despicable.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, let's not listen to this woman's words. If she is the reason for following one of us, then let her follow that person, and no one else can take her away or complain." The female cultivator who first spoke up, with a purple flower on her head, suddenly proposed this suggestion after thinking for half a day. "It must be that the other party is a talented woman from a good family, how can she serve dozens of men in turn? This way, it also avoids others saying that we cultivators are immoral and have lost all sense of decency."

  These words only made everyone thoughtful. In fact, some of them sharing three or five women was a common thing, but ordinary people didn't dare to speak out, and the same kind of people had never taken it seriously, so they didn't take it to heart either. Today, someone mentioned it, and some people felt slightly embarrassed.