Chapter 660: The Taibai Immortals Pavilion! (1/2)
Chapter 660: The Taibai Immortal's Pavilion1!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the residence of the Wang Clan, in a room on the northwest corner, all was quiet. A young man of sixteen or seventeen years was currently sitting cross-legged on a bed, his eyes closed in cultivation. Although this man was externally young and handsome, the composure he exuded was abnormally steady, tempered, and firm, like that of a mountain.
Hissss!
White streams of smoke began to emerge from the top of the youth's head, gradually diffusing through the room.
After returning from the reward ceremony, Wang Chong had remained at home, quietly cultivating. Now that he thought about it, it had been a very long time since he had quietly cultivated like this.
As time slowly passed, streams of spiritual energy flowed in from the surroundings and entered his body, gradually strengthening his cultivation.
After some time, a change suddenly occurred. Buzz! A stream of faint red energy had mixed in with the white streams of smoke emerging from Wang Chong's head.
The atmosphere in the room transformed.
Swoosh!
Veins as thick as fingers seemed to take on a life of their own as they began to bulge out, creeping out from beneath his collar. These bulging veins were like tree roots, rapidly spreading from his collar to his neck and on to the rest of his face.
Crimson drops of sweat began to seep out from his face. Wang Chong's face began to contort and writhe, forming a most gruesome expression.
”Ah!”
Wang Chong's eyes snapped open as he let out a howl of pain. His body tilted forward, a hand stretching out to prop him up on the bed while his chest heaved for air. In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong's robe became soaked, a few specks of blood faintly visible.
Wang Chong's body was trembling, but he said not a single word, gave no more howls of pain.
The room was quiet as those sweat drops tinged with blood merged together on the bed, slowly forming a puddle. After some time, once the pain in his body had somewhat faded, Wang Chong finally clambered off the bed and took off his bloodstained robe. He then took a towel from the corner of the room, dipped it in a prepared metal basin of water, and slowly began to clean his body.
”Let me do it.”
A voice came from behind him: cold, yet with an alluring cadence. Wang Chong shook his head, but before he could reject the notion, the slender hand of a woman reached out, took the towel from his hands, and began to wipe down his body.
Wang Chong froze for a few moments, but he decided to say nothing and allow the woman in the room to continue to wipe his body.
The towel dipped into the basin of water time and time again, quickly dyeing the clear water a bloody red.
”What's going on here? I remember that when you went to the southwest, you didn't have this sort of illness. In just seven days, this has happened three times. What in the world happened?” asked Miyasame Ayaka in concern as she wiped down Wang Chong's body. She was dressed in her dark spying outfit.
While Wang Chong was in the southwest, Miyasame Ayaka had stood guard at home. Right now, she had become the shadow of the Wang Clan, and few secrets in the clan could be hidden from her.
”Haha, you don't need to know. In addition, you wouldn't be able to help me,” Wang Chong indifferently said.
”You're not willing to say?”
Miyasame Ayaka's hand paused for a moment before continuing to wipe him down.
”You're worried that the Madam will be worried?”
”It's fine if you know, but you can't let Mother know,” Wang Chong indifferently said.
At the most intense moment of fighting in the southwestern war, Wang Chong had singlehandedly killed more than ten thousand people, holding the defensive line. All of this had not come for free.
But Wang Chong told no one about the price he had paid.
Tap tap tap!
While he was thinking, he suddenly heard knocking at the door.
”Young Master, the carriage is ready. We are ready to leave for the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion at any time.”
”Mm, I know.”
Wang Chong nodded.
”Take care of the towels, clothes, and basin. Don't let anyone else know, especially Mother!”
”Yes!”
……
With these words, Wang Chong opened the door to his room and walked out. Boarding the waiting carriage, he set off for the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion.
The Taibai Immortal's Pavilion was a restaurant that Wang Chong had opened. Built in an impressive style, it had gathered many master chefs under its roof. Through the reputation of Wang Chong's three 'Songs of Peace', the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion had become one of the rising stars in the capital.
Coupled with Wang Chong's glorious achievements in the southwest, the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion was now one of the most popular places in the capital. 'If you don't drink the wine of Taibai, you don't deserve to call yourself a citizen of the capital' was a phrase that had widely spread through the capital. As a result, Wang Chong's Taibai Immortal's Pavilion had become an excellent place for scholars and powerful merchants to hold meetings and banquets.
Its renown in the capital had even surpassed the Yao Clan's Vast Crane Pavilion. Each month, it brought in a princely sum for Wang Chong and the Wang Clan, a wealth that Wang Chong had not expected when he first opened the restaurant.
However, a restaurant that had been opened for Wang Chong's convenience was naturally different from other restaurants.