623 First Glimpse of Lihua Island (1/2)

Underneath the azure sky, the junk ship docked once it reached the shore. Considering the numerous masts that lined the port, this island was not as off-limits as Meng Qi expected.

A girl in her late teens, with her hair rolled into a bun, was standing at the dock. Her face was fair and tender, with a tall nose as well as distinct brows and eyes.

Her white dress highlighted her delicate, smooth skin. Her pair of eyes stood out in particular; they contained a mixture of a lovable innocence and silk-like charm.

”Bodhisattva has received 'word' from the outlying islands and knows what is going on. She invites you to meet at the Joy Palace, Mr. Tyrant,” the girl said, making a graceful curtsy.

”Sure.” Though Meng Qi's green robe swayed alongside the sea breeze, his body was as still as a mountain and he had as strong restraint as that of the deep sea. He slowly walked down the junk ship.

Ying Ning wore a brilliant smile as she returned the curtsy. ”How do we address you, Older Sister?”

”I am Le Huan, an ordinary disciple on Lihua Island,” the girl replied. She looked flustered as she did not expect Ying Ning to be this enthusiastic.

Ying Ning winked at Meng Qi before hugging Le Huan's arm and asking her about Lihua Island and Bodhisattva Lian Yu. Le Huan did not attempt to hide anything and answered all her questions honestly, allowing Meng Qi to gain a deeper understanding of this place.

The dock opened straight into a crisscrossed street lined with shops, peddlers, and all sorts of goods. Meng Qi could faintly hear sounds of grunting and moaning drifting from afar. This was indeed a place of lust, as just the atmosphere could make people feel feverish all over. Bodies would also go soft and limp, making one unable to walk.

There were only a handful of pedestrians, including young women walking by themselves, couples strolling hand-in-hand, as well as a woman escorted by several men. From time to time, he could see the skin and flesh rubbing against one another in the corners. Their skin looked particularly pale under the light, giving off a lascivious scent.

Le Huan led Meng Qi and Ying Ning across the street, heading toward the tall mountain at the very end. They had just crossed an intersection when a beggar suddenly threw himself at them. He was clean despite his ragged clothes. With a pleading expression, he hugged Le Huan's slender thigh and cried continuously, ”Bodhisattva, please help me, please help me.”

”Even Lihua Island has beggars...” Like all old monsters, Meng Qi calmly observed his surroundings. He found that there were nearly a dozen beggars gathering underneath the eaves of the buildings on this street.

Le Huan's brows furrowed as she pulled herself away from the beggar's hold. With a pout, she said, ”They're all the Incense Stoves of Bodhisattva, Elders, and Senior Sisters. They made such little progress in their cultivation that they lose even their usage as herb dregs. Moreover, they're not favored for they're not equipped with special abilities. Since they can't be nourishment, they can only resort to be servants and do some odd jobs. However, no women will get close to them and neither will they be able to savor the joy of copulation. If they're slightly more capable, they'll be able to seduce other disciples. The weak ones will be like these beggars, coming here each day to plead for a chance at sex.”

”To think you can even plead for something like this...” Meng Qi felt the urge to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead even though he experienced and knowledgeable. Nothing was too bizarre to happen in this world but the fact that this group of beggars was unwilling to leave this island despite being reduced to this state was proof of just how enticing this place was. This island had turned intercourse into a drug that people cannot free themselves of.

Le Huan's eyes swept the street as she spoke when her gaze suddenly became frozen. She was staring at a certain corner of the street.

A terrible stink was coming off a beggar in tattered clothes there. His two legs were unnaturally warped as if they were broken after a vicious fighting with others over ”begging” matters.

He was a disgusting sight, with skin ulcers dotting his delicately pretty face atop a thin, fragile body. His lips were so dry they were peeling. With an infatuated expression and cowering eyes, he stole glances at Le Huan.

”How pitiful...” Le Huan muttered. Her slightly hoarse voice was enough to ignite lust in most men.

The corners of Meng Qi's mouth tugged. In his senses, the image of Le Huan turned bleary and moist like a water droplet. Her expression was one of sympathy and adoration.

”How pitiful...” she repeated again. She turned to Meng Qi and pleaded, ”Mr. Tyrant, would you mind waiting for a short while? Let me bestow mercy upon the pitiful man.”

”Go ahead.” Though Meng Qi was nearly rendered speechless, he retained the unemotional manner of an old monster.

He did not expect that this would be what moved Le Huan's heart. The teachings of the Bliss Bodhisattva lineage were truly something that would make ordinary folks gasp in amazement.

When Le Huan strolled toward the beggar, he lifted his eyes to look at her. There were doubt and fright in those eyes, as well as infatuation.

Le Huan took off her pure-white dress, revealing the fair, tender skin and heart-stirring curve of her back. She raised her hand and released her jet-black hair. Her hair spilled down her shoulders, partially covering her back. Her movements spurred the simultaneous purring of all beggars.

Her pure, holy expression was full of compassion. In the surprised, shocked, and grateful eyes of the beggar, she resembled a Bodhisattva getting herself sullied with 'mud' step by step. She slowly sat down, mixing the powdery white and stained yellow skin. Together, they emitted a drawn-out soft cry.

”Sister Le Huan sure has a merciful heart...” Ying Ning looked at Le Huan with respect. She hid partially behind Meng Qi to evade the intense gazes of the other beggars.

”Merciful heart...” The word 'merciful' had lost all meaning to Meng Qi. Should anyone try to persuade him to be merciful in the future, he would rip into them, ”You go ahead and be merciful! You and your whole family be merciful!”

With his hands behind him, he exuded an elegant, lethargic air as he stared at the sky. In reality, he was simply speechless.

People on the Lihua Island seemed particularly respectful of the rules. The numerous beggars watched such a lustful scene unfolding without trying to join the two. Instead, they hoped that the female Bodhisattva would bestow her mercy upon them all.