Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

"This..." Zhao Sanchong hesitated for a moment before saying with a face full of apologies, "Our Young Master has always disliked meeting outsiders."

Upon seeing this, Wang Yuqi immediately called out to the store entrance, "Wang Si."

Before her words had finished echoing, the middle-aged coachman who had just been outside the store suddenly took a step that spanned the void and appeared before everyone in an instant, crossing a distance of three zhang.

He stepped forward, bowing respectfully and said, "Miss, what are your orders?"

Zhao Sanchong was greatly shocked in his heart. The middle-aged coachman was highly skilled in martial arts, obviously a top expert in the Martial World, and now he had become a coachman for the Wang Family.

Wang Yuqi ordered, "Wang Si, make him take us to see his Young Master."

"Hold on!"

Zhao Sanchong saw that the play was about to fail and hurriedly shouted, "Don't fight, I'll take you there."

"Lead the way!" Wang Si said with a stern tone.

...

A quarter of an hour later, under the guidance of Zhao Sanchong, the group arrived at an exquisitely elegant courtyard.

Before they even entered the courtyard gate, the Wang sisters heard the sound of a guqin coming from the backyard.

The music sometimes soared majestically, with a natural and flowing resonance like the mountains, and at times trickled gently, soft as flowing water, with endless meaning.

Hearing such enchanting guqin music, the Wang sisters couldn't help but immerse themselves in it.

Zhao Sanchong couldn't help but sigh at how astute Ninth Young Master's tactics were, deeply understanding the human heart.

After a while, when the music slowly faded away, the Wang sisters finally came to their senses as if awakening from a dream.

Do not wonder why the Wang sisters lost their composure. The real reason goes back to the fact that the Wang Family's ancestor was a Loose Cultivator.

Out of lament for the difficulties of cultivation, the Wang Family had always centered on cultivation. Other arts such as playing the guqin, chess, calligraphy, and painting were regarded as frivolous distractions.

Therefore, Fragrant Swallow Valley was always very cold, and the atmosphere exceptionally dull; the Wang sisters had never heard such wonderful guqin music in their lives.

"Hurry and take us to see your Young Master," Wang Yuqi said eagerly after coming to her senses.

Although her sister, Wang Yu Yan, did not speak, her expectant expression also revealed a bit of longing.

"Ladies, please follow me!"

After saying this, Zhao Sanchong immediately led the three through the courtyard, passed the front hall, and walked along a corridor. They then entered a garden complete with artificial hill and flowing water.

In the center of the garden, beneath the Octagonal Pavilion, sat a white-clad Young Master. He had a face like a beautiful jade, eyes like bright stars, and an elegant and outstanding demeanor, as he slowly tuned an ancient guqin.

There is a saying, "When Golden Wind encounters Jade Dew, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

The strategic setup that Zhao Sheng had painstakingly prepared for the Wang sisters was taking effect from the very beginning.

Food and sex are human nature! In this world, not only do men love beauty, but women do as well.

Zhao Sanchong led the three to the vicinity of the Octagonal Pavilion and called out loudly, "Young Master, you have visitors!"

Zhao Sheng "seemingly" started as if awakened from a dream, and slowly lifted his head to look at the Wang sisters.

So close.

Zhao Sheng's incredibly handsome face was unabashedly displayed before their eyes.

In the flush of youth, which girl doesn't harbor secret affections? Even though they knew that the man before them was just an ordinary person, the two Wang sisters couldn't help but feel a stir in their hearts.

Zhao Sheng hesitated slightly before asking in a deep voice, "Manager Zhao, who are these people? Why have they been brought to see me?"

Following the script, Zhao Sanchong introduced the purpose of the Wang Family's visit to the Young Master and smoothly brought up the topic of perfume and the destined individual.

After he heard Zhao Sanchong's words, Zhao Sheng finally showed a smile, and his attitude became gentle.

He gestured with his hand, pointing to several cushions beside the zither table, and said, "Please take a seat, esteemed guests!"

After exchanging glances, the Wang sisters walked to the Octagonal Pavilion and settled onto the cushions, sitting with great decorum.

"My name is Zhao Zhiqin. May I have the honor of knowing the esteemed ladies' full names?"

"I am Wang Yu Yan."

"And I am Wang Yuqi."

No sooner had Zhao Sheng spoken than the Wang sisters replied in unison.

"Ah, so you are the two sisters of the Wang Family. My apologies, my apologies!" Zhao Sheng nodded slightly, his manner refined and courteous.

Wang Yu Yan spoke directly, "We have come today for that unique perfume. Young Master Zhao mentioned that he only gifts it to the person of destiny. I wonder who this person of destiny might be?"

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng fell silent for a moment before speaking in a low tone about a tragic love story.

The story was adapted from the famous love narratives of past eras like the Magpie Bridge Meeting and the stories of Liangshan and Zhu Yingtai.

It told of a love between a poor young man and a rich girl which, in the end, was brutally torn apart by the girl's father. After being humiliated, the young man worked diligently to become an Innate Grandmaster in martial arts, while the rich girl was forced into a marriage with a high-class family, leading a life of depression and dying at an early age.

"...Before she died, the unfortunate woman created a unique perfume to commemorate their unfulfilled love, naming it Golden Wind Jade Dew. There's even a poem as proof!"

At this point, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but recite, "Delicate clouds craft shapes, shooting stars carry sorrow, the Milky Way stretches long and dark. When Golden Wind and Jade Dew meet, they surpass countless others in this world. Affection is like water, our rendezvous a dream, it's hard to face the road back from Magpie Bridge. If love endures for a long time, does it even matter in the endless cycle of days and nights."

The charm of words can indeed transcend time and space. Even in another world, the tender poetic essence within the verses of Magpie Bridge Immortal immediately touched the heart of a young girl inexperienced in the world.

Upon hearing the poem, Wang Yuqi's eyes were blurred with tears, deeply moved, almost to the point of crying, while Wang Yu Yan's expression remained calm, her gaze becoming much softer.

Seeing this reaction, Zhao Sheng inwardly nodded and then deliberately exclaimed, "What is love in this world, that it commands one to pledge life and death to another? Golden Wind Jade Dew is given only to those who truly understand the nature of love."

"Ladies, do you consider yourselves to be such destined individuals?"

Wang Yu Yan and Wang Yuqi looked at each other and both shook their heads.

Born into a Cultivation Family, neither had ever experienced what love is. The clansmen in their family were also arranged in marriages by their elders, leaving no room for talk of love.

Zhao Sheng sighed softly, his expression one of regret, and said sadly, "I'm sorry, but it seems Golden Wind Jade Dew is not destined for you."

Wang Yuqi opened her mouth as if to speak but was tugged at by Wang Yu Yan beside her and closed her mouth again.

"Young Master, having heard such a moving story is already a significant gain for us. Since we are not destined for it, we will not insist on having it."

Wang Yu Yan quickly regained her composure and suddenly said, "However, I have a presumptuous request. I wonder if you would be willing to hear it."

"By all means, speak freely!" Zhao Sheng nodded to indicate she should continue.

"I would like to ask if the Young Master has any intention of selling the perfume formula?"

Well, I admit I'm covetous of your bodies, but you're no better, setting your sights on my chicken.

"Could it be that the value of the perfume is far more than that?"

A thought suddenly crossed Zhao Sheng's mind, and then he resolutely shook his head, saying, "The perfume formula is a legacy from my ancestors, not to be shared with outsiders."

Hearing this, Wang Yu Yan's face showed her disappointment.