"Lodging!"

Wang Ye said indifferently.

The shopkeeper was scrutinizing Wang Ye and his group, gently sniffing the air.

Thinking to herself, this guest exudes a comfortable aura; if I eat him, my strength will surely improve significantly.

Her pitch-black eyes spun mischievously as she waved a handkerchief and spoke.

"Sir, would you like the superior room or the standard room?"

The shopkeeper inquired.

Wang Ye noticed the peculiar demeanor of the shopkeeper and became more vigilant.

In the Blackwater Secret Realm, nowhere is truly safe except for Tianyong Mountain; numerous shady establishments are known for selling human flesh buns.

Many from the Demon Race take human form to open shops, absorbing human Primordial Yang and energy to strengthen their mana.

This woman, facing so many porters, showed no fear but rather a ravenous look.

She must be a demon.

"Of course, the superior room."

Wang Ye replied.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper waved her handkerchief.

"Sir, please follow me."

After speaking, she sashayed upstairs, her demeanor flamboyant.

Soon the rooms were assigned, and Wang Ye was about to enter his room.

Jiang Xue shyly appeared behind Wang Ye, blushing as she spoke.

"Sect Master Wang, I’m a bit uneasy staying in a room alone. May I stay with you in the same room?"

Her voice was very soft.

She was a bit anxious, never having shared a room with a stranger before.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye turned around, his expression indifferent.

"I’m right next door to you, don’t worry. By the way, the shopkeeper is a demon, don’t eat anything in the room."

After speaking, Wang Ye went directly into his room.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xue trembled with fear, her eyebrows furrowing; she hadn’t expected the shopkeeper to be a demon and grew even more frightened.

"Alright, Sect Master Wang, I’ll return to my room immediately."

Jiang Xue replied, panic-stricken, turned back to her room, and shut the door tightly.

The room was eerily quiet, her eyes reflecting deeper fear.

At this moment, a cat jumped in from outside the window, its body pitch-black and eyes glinting with green light.

"Black Cat, why are you here?"

Seeing the black cat, Jiang Xue was pleasantly surprised. The black cat was her beloved pet.

Having consumed a mouse’s Demon Core, it had dramatically increased in cultivation.

The black cat spoke in a human voice.

"Master, I worried for your safety, so I followed."

The black cat’s eyes were filled with concern.

Upon hearing this, warmth appeared in Jiang Xue’s eyes, she crouched down and gently stroked the fur on the black cat’s back.

Then she picked it up.

"With you here, I feel much safer."

Much of the fear on Jiang Xue’s face dissipated.

At this moment, Wang Ye had entered his room, arrived at the table, picked up a white jade porcelain jug, and poured a cup of water.

He sniffed the water cup but detected a bloody scent.

"This must be the demon’s illusion."

Wang Ye turned the cup over, pouring the water onto the ground, which instantly turned blood red.

Seeing this, Wang Ye shook his head, then sat cross-legged on the bed, assuming a cultivation posture.

His hands formed a seal in front of his chest.

In the air, streams of Spiritual Energy surged towards him, following his meridians and converging in his Dantian.

To Wang Ye, cultivation was just a routine.

He was constantly thinking of cultivation; in this world, continuously enhancing one’s power was of utmost importance.

Without strength, you are nothing—women won’t fancy you, jewels won’t fall into your hands.

You can’t even preserve your own life.

Time flew by; before long, the moon hung high, casting the world in silver light.

The bustling streets fell silent, the buildings draped in a silver veil.

Suddenly, snow began to fall, the temperature sharply dropping around them.

A mouse was gnawing on a pine cone atop a tree, blood-red claws clutching a branch soon encased in ice, frozen on top of the snow.

Pitch-black eyes gazed at the silver moon above, filled with bewilderment and struggle.

At this moment, a melodious sound of a zither emanated from the inn.

The shopkeeper, clad in red attire, sat in the courtyard, playing a long zither.

Beside her, several women dressed in red skirts danced, their long hair cascading down their waists, their features exquisite, beautiful as a Fox Immortal.

Such beauty was rare in the mortal world.

Strangely, these sound waves seemed to have eyes, flying straight towards the room where Wang Ye stayed.

The dancing postures of the red-dressed women reflected on the wall of Wang Ye’s room.

At this moment, ice crystals formed on Wang Ye’s eyebrows.

He noticed the bizarre drop in the surrounding temperature; opening his eyes, he channeled Spiritual Energy.

Instantly, white vapors emanated from his body, dissolving the ice crystals on his eyebrows and eyelashes into nothingness.

Wang Ye observed the enchanting dance on the wall, hearing the captivating zither notes; his Divine Sense was being beguiled by the melody.

Soon, Wang Ye perceived these anomalies.

A crooked smile appeared on his lips; this little demon dared to use the Seven Mystery Soul Capturing Sound to control his Divine Soul, what folly!

What he couldn’t understand was, why do these demons brazenly commit murder here without anyone stopping them?

In Wang Ye’s eyes, there were countless experts across the land; surely small towns had cultivators guarding them.

For these cultivators, dealing with demons shouldn’t be challenging.

Wang Ye feigned being mesmerized by the music, appearing dazed as he pushed open the room door and walked towards the inn’s courtyard.

At this moment, Jiang Xue sat on the table, cradling the black cat and dozing; she had been unable to relax upon hearing from Wang Ye that the shopkeeper was a demon.

Footsteps sounded outside the room, startling her awake, her black crystal-like eyes peering outside to see a shadow slowly descending towards the inn below.

She recognized the shadow instantly; it was Sect Master Wang.

What is Sect Master Wang going to do so late at night? She grew curious.

She tiptoed to the window, reached out to puncture the window paper, and looked down.

Seeing the shopkeeper playing the zither, her blood-red long skirt fluttering in the wind, an evil glint shot from her eyes.

Her claws had grown long, sinister nails, which send shivers down one’s spine; seeing this scene, Jiang Xue gasped in shock.

Soon, she saw Wang Ye appear in the courtyard, zombie-like, walking straight towards the shopkeeper.

In the room, the black cat began to grow restless, extending its claws to scratch the wooden door and windows.

Cat sounds filled the room as though alerting Jiang Xue of danger.

Yet, Jiang Xue remained focused on Wang Ye, curious about what the demon intended for him.