Each True Colors Starting to Surface

Di Lan frowned slightly. Based on observation and experience, his gut feeling is telling that there must be something wrong.

His eyes flashed and his brows relaxed as he put on his usual expression of being friendly yet distant. "I'm a little hungry right now, you came at the right time. Please come in," He said.

Outside the door, while carrying the food tray Chu Zi Mo smiled coldly as she heard his reply. But when she pushed open the door, her face was left with a gentle and meek expression.

"Young master Di Lan, the food and wine smells really good. I can smell it as I hold the tray despite being covered." Her voice was sweet and had a hint of longing and flattery. She put the food tray on a small table and took out the dishes, arranging them nicely. The food was indeed very fragrant and tasty. After that she took out two wine cups and poured the wine.

"Come, young master. Sit down. Your servant mustered her courage today and wants to accompany young master for a drink." She smiled like a flower, walking to Di Lan's side. Boldly she took his hand and led him over to sit at the chair by the table.

Then she sat on his thigh and leaned her gentle body against Di Lan's chest, acting like a timid and lovable woman, whispering in his ear. "Young master Di Lan, your servant has always liked you. It doesn't matter what grade you are, I will always wish to be beside you, rely on you, and comfort you. Tonight your servant would like to give her body to you."

She really dressed up today.

She put on a red tint on her cheeks, her lips like cherry. When she whispered in his ear, a delicate and youthful breath teased at Di Lan's earlobe. Because she was sitting on his lap, Di Lan could feel her well-shaped figure easily. Her elastic thighs, her slender little waist and her soft chest.

"Young master, let me feed you wine myself." Chu Zi Mo picked up the wine cup, raising her head and taking a sip. Then her eyes fixated on Di Lan, her small cherry lips opened a little, slowly leaning over to his mouth.

Di Lan's expression was embarrassed yet still distant, as if what was on his lap was not a young maiden, but a young child.

When she saw Di Lan's expression, Chu Zi Mo felt a little uneasy at first. But when her lips were just an inch away from his, she was assured, sneering in her heart.

'You're still pretending.' She mused.

Just at this moment, Di Lan's index finger pressed on Zi Mo's plump cherry lips. "I understand now.." He softly chuckled.

Chu Zi Mo's face became stiff and she swallowed the wine in her mouth, trying to pull false flattery. "Young master Di Lan, what are you saying…"

Di Lan's eyes became slightly cold. He stared into Chu Zi Mo's eyes. His deep blue pupils made her feel that she was getting drowned in misery and despair. Her pupils shrank and her voice was full of panic. "Young master.."

Di Lan did not answer, but it felt like his blue eyes becoming the embodiment of freezing hell.

"Young master Di Lan, your servant is a little scared!" Chu Zi Mo was already having a hard time to breathe; she was looking flustered. Her soft pair of hands subconsciously grasped at the table, trying to pry herself away. But Di Lan's intense stare was suffocating, petrifying her.

"Looks like Uncle and Aunt let you come over to seduce me and frame me? This must mean that the chain of events that supposed to happen here was already setup, huh." Di Lan smiled amiably, adding, "But who do you think are, coming to use seduction on me, do you think you are a fairy or a maiden?"

Di Lan's hand that was now holding Chu Zi mo's chin skillfully slithered as it grabbed the back of her head. His head slowly moved closer on her ear and whispered, "You're just a bag of trash, only flies would be attracted to you. Remember that."

After he said this, Di Lan slowly relaxed his grip.

Chu Zi Mo immediately opened her mouth heaving. Her breathing was too eager – resulting in a series of coughs. Di Lan laughed lightly, stretching out his palm. He gently caressed her cheek, his tone carefree as he spoke amiably, "Chu Zi Mo, do you think I can't harm you, or not?"

If Di Lan roared at her with an evil and loud voice, she might actually fiercely retaliate. But when Di Lan smiled and spoke in a shallow manner, his soft voice asking if he could really harm her or not, Chu Zi Mo felt a fear from the bottom of her heart.

She was scared out of her wits!

She looked at Di Lan with terror on her face, seeing this young man smiling all over his face as he gazed at her.

At this instance, Chu Zi Mo vowed to herself that she would never forget his eyes for the rest of her life. This pair of eyes were not mixed with the slightest emotion, resembling a calm deep ancient ocean that was hiding a terrifying beast.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Chu Zi Mo felt like she was naked in the midst of ice and snow!

The person before me, definitely dares not just to harm me, he dares to kill me..!

Oh heavens! Why did I come and provoke this kind of devil?!

Chu Zi Mo's heart was full of remorse. At this moment, she longed to turn and flee. But right now, she was still on his lap; she did not dare to run away, not even able to pluck the courage to do any action.

The muscles on her entire body were tense, her gentle stature trembling. Her face was as pale as white paper and she could not utter a single word.

"Since you, as a personal servant girl, have been serving me for so many years, I won't harm you this time. Since you want to escape from slavery, go and find my little sisterr, she's stupid and naïve." Di Lan retracted his smile and patted her cheek, his tone plain like water.

With a sigh, he finally said —

"You can leave."

Chu Zi Mo was as dumb as a piece of wood as she walked out obediently. She was afraid out of her wits, and did not know how she managed to leave the side of the devil called Di Lan.

The men hidden in the shadows looked confused when they saw Chu Zi Mo come out looking so shaken.

"They actually arranged a honey trap, its even more innovative than my previous life. Hehe, Aunt and Uncle, I will remember deeply this kindness of yours."

Not long after Chu Zi Mo left, Di Lan stood up and left as well. No matter what, he could not stay at this residence anymore. A wise man sees and avoid foreseen risks, what is more to say about it? When there is insufficient strength, only a fool would put himself in danger.

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"Innkeeper, do you have any rooms available?" Di Lan came to the only inn in the village and asked for the price.

"Yes, yes. There is room on the second floor and third floor. Not only is it cheap, the rooms are also tidy and clean. The first floor is the pub; guests of the inn can come here to eat and drink. There is also service for asking the inn workers to bring up food to your room." The innkeeper was full of hospitality as he entertained Di Lan.

This inn was the only one in the village, but the business was not very good. In fact it was somewhat deserted. Only when the annual merchant caravan came by to trade on Bao Mao Mountain, the inn would be full of people.

Di Lan was a little hungry, so he passed 3 spirit stones to the innkeeper. "Give me a good room for me to stay in, and prepare 2 bottles of wine and a sumptious meal. The rest of the excess balance will be charged on the number of days that it can afford. If there are any change left, you can keep it."

"Done." The innkeeper took the 3 pieces of spirit stone and asked, "Would you like to eat in your room, or dine in the hall?"

Di Lan looked at the sky. The rain had stopped and evening is already near. He could simply eat in the lobby and set out straight for the outskirts of the village when he was done, continuing his search for the treasure of the Demon Monk. Thus he replied, "I'll eat in the hall."

The inn had a dining hall; there were a dozen square tables and six long benches surrounded each table. In between the tables were huge and thick pillars that were supporting the inn. The floor was covered with big tiles of flattened rocks, but it was wet; it was hard to conceal the moisture of the mountain.

There were 4 tables seated with people. Seated by the window, an old man was drinking wine, gazing outside at the sunset, being all alone. In the middle of the pub was a table seated with 7 hunters. They were discussing about their hunting experiences in loud voices, and at their feet were a pile of different kinds of mountain prey, like pheasants and hares.

In another corner was a table with 3 young people, seemingly discussing in secret. Their figures were hidden in the darkness, it was hard to see them, and harder to know their gender.

While the fourth table was just a group of friends happily drinking.

Di Lan decided to sit by the table nearest to the door. Soon after, the dishes were served on the table.

"With my mortal grade talent, to refine the Moonfang Spirit, I would need to borrow spiritual stones. If my luck is good and this Moonfang Spirit does not have a strong will, I would only need 4 pieces. But if it is stubborn that I'd be in trouble, probably need around at least 8 pieces."

Spirits are living yet non living creatures, so it is natural for their own will.

Some have a strong will and would always resist the refinement process; some Spirit have weak will, all throughout refining they helplessly surrender; once there was no resisting, the refining process would become relaxing.

"Right now I only have 6 primeval stones on me, but I gave 3 to the innkeeper so I'm left with 3 pieces. There's not enough."

In this world spiritual stones are the local currency, and the buying power is very strong. A normal family of three would spend at most 2 piece of essence stone in a month. But when it came to a Spirit Master, the consumption of primeval stones was greater. Take Di Lang for example; just by refining Spirit alone, he would need an average of 7 primeval stones or so. And this is just on a Moonfang Spirit, if he really did find the Butterfree, just to refine it with Di Lan's grade talent, he would need more than a dozen!

"In other words, right now my situation is a mess – even if I find the Butterfree, I don't necessarily have the spiritual stones to refine it. However, I still need to search around because there is a huge possibility that the Demon Monk's treasure has a huge abundance of spiritual stones."

This was not a difficult deduction. The Demon Monk was a Rank five Spirit Master after all. For such a famous strong warrior of the Heretic Faction, how could he not have primeval stones, which are the must-have item in a Spirit Master's cultivation?