Teng Yuyi thought silently that this would be a perfect opportunity to demand the antidote, but regrettably, she couldn’t allow Lin Chengyou to be distracted at this crucial moment.

“Corpse Fiend!” Jian Xi shouted. “You devour human hearts because your form is incomplete and your spirit is deficient. But have you ever wondered why, after consuming so many hearts, your chest remains hollow and empty?”

The Corpse Fiend’s eyes flickered, but it quickly resumed its coy and innocent demeanor. “Old man, what are you talking about?”

The Daoists couldn’t hide the worry on their faces. Four of Lin Chengyou’s Sun-Piercing Arrows had already embedded themselves in the Corpse Fiend’s body. Any other demon would be writhing in agony, yet the Corpse Fiend continued to banter effortlessly.

“You were born of evil, and evil corrupts the heart. Even if you live another hundred years and devour another hundred hearts, you’ll remain a rootless monster without blood or origin. You’ll never cultivate the righteous path, never walk proudly under heaven and earth.”

The smile vanished from the Corpse Fiend’s lips, its face darkening like water about to drip.

The Daoists exchanged delighted glances and quickly bit their fingertips to activate the formation: “Strike while the guard is down, ten thousand paths return to one!”

Before the words faded, sword light poured forth, converging into a stream of radiant true qi. It surged toward the Corpse Fiend, the brilliance so dazzling that none dared look directly at it. When it struck the Corpse Fiend’s body, the creature let out a pained groan.

The Daoists were overjoyed, channeling their sword qi to the absolute limit while chanting incantations and swiftly circling the formation. But before they could fully bind the Corpse Fiend, the energy dissipated into nothingness.

The Daoists couldn’t maintain their stance and simultaneously coughed up fresh blood. Teng Yuyi watched with mounting alarm – the demon’s anger had been merely an act. Though she didn’t understand Daoist arts, the Five Beauties formation was the Eastern Ming Temple’s ultimate technique. Yet when used against the Corpse Fiend, it proved completely ineffective.

The Corpse Fiend giggled sweetly, “How fun, how fun! You have so many tricks! Got any more? It’s been so long since I’ve had so many playmates. I’ll take you all home and twist off your heads for kickball.”

Its laughter tinkled like bells, unspeakably horrifying in the quiet night. Suddenly, Lin Chengyou called out, “Feng Abao, do you even have a home anymore?”

The Corpse Fiend’s smile froze as it turned its eyes toward Lin Chengyou. He smiled and said, “Oh? So you are Feng Abao.”

The Corpse Fiend stared at Lin Chengyou with ice-cold eyes. Yin wind swirled at its feet, making its short dress sway slightly. The surrounding air grew colder as if a sudden gale could strike at any moment.

Lin Chengyou sighed, “Imprisoned in the traveling palace while alive, transformed into an undying monster after death – it’s quite pitiful. This isn’t what you wanted either, is it, Feng Abao?”

The Corpse Fiend’s blood-red nails dropped to its sides and rapidly lengthened to an extreme before curling back into spiral shapes against its palms.

“I wanted to sympathize with your circumstances, but Corpse Fiends are born of evil – if you weren’t wicked enough in life, you wouldn’t have become one in death. You must have harmed many people while alive. Earlier today, we investigated the ruins of the Fan River Palace. Guess what we found? Dozens of female skeletons are buried in various corners of the palace, each killed in different ways. You were the palace’s mistress – did you order these killings? Were they palace maids? Why did you kill them? Did they displease you?”

The Corpse Fiend’s face remained impassive, but the arrow in its forehead began to quiver. Lin Chengyou smiled slightly, “Such a taste for killing at such a young age – didn’t your parents try to control you? Oh, I forgot – you died at sixteen. Did you ever even meet your birth parents? A lifetime without seeing the light of day must have been quite difficult.”

The Corpse Fiend had reached the peak of its fury. Its eyes turned blood-red, and when its red lips parted, two sharp snow-white fangs emerged. Its nails extended rapidly outward, resembling living red mandala flowers at first glance. Its entire body trembled as it began crying like a little girl: “You’re so mean! You’re horrible! I’ll dig out your heart and liver and grind them into a paste to eat—”

Lin Chengyou shot his fifth arrow, its tip streaking like a meteor to embed deep in the Corpse Fiend’s throat.

The Corpse Fiend’s expression contorted as it stared fixedly at Lin Chengyou, trying to move toward him. But its body could no longer endure – its joints had become rigid as iron, and its skin emanated waves of scorched stench.

Its voice was strange, as if stuffed with cotton, though its childish tone remained unchanged as it shrieked, “If you hadn’t deliberately made me angry, these little tricks wouldn’t have hurt me at all. Just you wait – I won’t let you off. I’ll chew you into bone fragments and eat you up. You big meanie! You’re all big meanies!”

Teng Yuyi shuddered. Even at this point, the Corpse Fiend maintained its innocent appearance, but she knew this thing was more vicious than any demon in the world when provoked.

Lin Chengyou took out his sixth arrow from the quiver and sneered, “I’m merely giving you a taste of your own medicine. Besides, what chance will you have? Tonight I’ll send you on your final journey, grind your bones to dust so you can’t crawl out to harm people again.”

The arrow left the string, whistling toward the Corpse Fiend’s eyeball. The creature’s eyes bulged as its face took on the grey-green color of death. It twisted frantically but couldn’t even move its neck. Seemingly aware of its impending doom, it began wailing again, the sound grating like sharp metal scraping against walls.

Teng Yuyi covered her ears, hoping Lin Chengyou would quickly finish off the Corpse Fiend. But at that moment, a thick smell of blood filled the air. The treetops suddenly rustled, and something swooped down from above, snatching up the Corpse Fiend in one motion.

The creature had a red beak and emerald tail, with yellow feathers covering its body. Its wingspan rivaled a kite’s when spread. Only upon closer inspection could one see that its wings were stained with blood, and its flight pattern was somewhat aberrant.

The Daoists tensed as if facing a great enemy: “The Golden-Robed Young Master?”

Lin Chengyou’s face darkened as he swiftly redirected his bow, loosing an arrow at the creature with a whoosh.

“How did it break through the Heaven-Earth Net? Does it not value its life?”

“Not good – it’s most skilled at escape. We can’t let it flee with the Corpse Fiend!”

The five Daoists traced sword patterns in the air, their bodies launching from all directions in pursuit.

Lin Chengyou’s arrow found its mark, striking the Golden-Robed Young Master’s back. Blood instantly soaked its feathers, yet its speed didn’t diminish – it even gained a few inches in height.

“Trying to escape?” Lin Chengyou stepped onto a tree trunk and leaped upward, but someone moved even faster, shouting with hatred, “Don’t even think about it!”

The newcomer’s movements were nimble and powerful. With just one leap, they managed to drag the Golden-Robed Young Master down from mid-air.

Teng Yuyi was shocked – it was her father. Teng Shao’s face was deathly pale, clearly wounded.

The Golden-Robed Young Master opened its beak with a cry and swept its wings toward Teng Shao.

Fearing her father would fall victim, Teng Yuyi drew her sword and rushed forward, but Lin Chengyou landed in front of her, igniting a talisman between his fingers and flicking it toward the Golden-Robed Young Master’s back.

Before the Golden-Robed Young Master could grab him, Teng Shao had already rolled away. As the creature moved to pursue, the talisman caught up in the wind. Knowing the danger, it had no choice but to evade, transforming into human form and rolling across the ground with the Corpse Fiend.

When it rose again, it had become a handsome young gentleman with flowers in his hair. The Daoists took up positions surrounding it, but the Golden-Robed Young Master extended its left arm, releasing a golden mist.

The Daoists cried out in alarm: “It’s highly toxic! Young Master, quickly dodge!”

But Lin Chengyou didn’t retreat. Instead, he circled the yellow mist toward the outer wall: “Don’t fall for its trick – this is just an illusion. Quick, after it!”

The Daoists suddenly understood and hurried after him with drawn swords. When the yellow mist dispersed, the spot was indeed empty.

Looking up, they caught a golden flash as the Golden-Robed Young Master flew straight toward the outer wall through the treetops.

Lin Chengyou pursued relentlessly, launching several talismans that the Golden-Robed Young Master barely managed to avoid.

The Golden-Robed Young Master laughed loudly, “Why bother? You stinking brat, you think I fear you? Even if you catch up, what then?”

Lin Chengyou sneered, “Since you two came uninvited, surely you should leave something behind before departing? I won’t ask for much – just your claws and the Corpse Fiend will do.”

“Such an arrogant boy. Take whatever you can – if you have the ability!”

Before the words faded, a fierce gust of wind struck. The Golden-Robed Young Master was caught completely off guard, never expecting Lin Chengyou could shoot while pursuing.

This arrow would have taken half its life if it struck true, but at that moment, a pale arm shot out from its embrace, five fingers grasping for the golden arrow.

Lin Chengyou’s heart sank. The Corpse Fiend had been silent until now, and he’d assumed it was immobilized. Who knew it could still attack despite its grave injuries?

The Daoists watching from behind were dumbfounded. This thing was truly demonic – Lin Chengyou’s six arrows had damaged its flesh, yet it had managed to heal itself in such a short time.

The arrow’s force was tremendous. Even though the Corpse Fiend had recovered some of its vicious power, its nails were completely severed. Its hand was torn open, emanating waves of scorched stench.

The Corpse Fiend wailed pitifully, “It hurts, waaah, it hurts so much… My nails! I’ll eat this stinking brat – no, I’ll grind him to pieces and feed him to the dogs!”

Its voice was both delicate and overbearing, filled with fury. With one move it had deflected Lin Chengyou’s arrow, causing the golden shaft to merely graze the Golden-Robed Young Master’s face, barely breaking the skin.

The Golden-Robed Young Master’s flight continued unimpeded. With a few bounds, it reached the outer wall. Though Lin Chengyou was unwilling to let it escape from under his nose, shooting that arrow had slowed him down. The Golden-Robed Young Master moved like the wind itself, and by the time Lin Chengyou reached the outer wall, he was a step too late – the two monsters had vanished into the vast night.

***

Teng Yuyi rushed to Teng Shao’s side to check on him.

Teng Shao still seemed somewhat dazed. Looking up at Teng Yuyi, he turned to help her stand: “Child, are you alright?” Blood stained his shoulder, and his eyes held complex emotions – something between anger and sorrow.

Teng Yuyi guessed her father had also been bewitched, likely in connection with her mother. She shook her head to indicate she was unharmed.

Confirming his daughter was safe, Teng Shao nodded with reddened eyes, “Good.”

His face was pale and his expression somewhat uneasy. His shoulder was badly wounded, yet he hadn’t even glanced at the injury.

Supporting Teng Shao, Teng Yuyi’s initial concern gradually gave way to suspicion. She had never seen such an expression on her father’s face before – like massive hidden currents beneath a calm lake surface. She wanted to ask what exactly he had seen, and whether his shoulder was injured before or after being bewitched. But Teng Shao quickly resumed his usual stern demeanor. He looked around sharply and said in a deep voice, “Lin Chengyou will likely pursue them for a while. We can’t let the manor fall into chaos – let’s check on Pine Wave Courtyard first.”

Teng Yuyi couldn’t speak, and she was also worried about her cousin and the two monks Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi. She gave her father a dubious look but didn’t press further.

Half an hour later, most of the manor’s guards had awakened, and Butler Cheng had arrived at Pine Wave Courtyard with others, though they were still somewhat dizzy and weak.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi ran back and forth, busy feeding everyone medicinal tea. The Corpse Fiend’s first act upon entering the manor had been to bewitch them. They had initially maintained consciousness but eventually succumbed. Upon waking and learning their senior brother hadn’t returned from pursuing the demon, they began preparing antidote tea.

Teng Shao, being a battle-hardened veteran, quickly collected himself. After sitting down, he directed the stewards to their duties, and under his command, the order was soon restored to the manor.

Butler Cheng brought in a medic. As Teng Shao sat in the courtyard having his shoulder wound dressed, Teng Yuyi helped Du Tinglan come out from the house. Looking up, they saw Lin Chengyou return from outside with his quiver, the five Daoists following behind, all shaking their heads and sighing.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were too embarrassed to go forward and greet them. Teng Shao, however, waved away the medic’s hand and stood up: “Young Master, were you able to track the demons’ whereabouts?”

“No.” Gone was Lin Chengyou’s usual carefree demeanor, his face showing clear displeasure. “As always, they came and went without a trace.”

Teng Shao ordered the servants: “Quickly serve tea to the Young Master and the five Dao Masters.”

The Five Beauties accepted the tea and drank it in one gulp, all shaking their heads and sighing. Tonight’s operation had been calculated almost perfectly – they had not only protected Teng Yuyi who served as bait but had also successfully captured the Corpse Fiend. Yet when they were just one step away from eliminating it, it still managed to escape.

“Our biggest oversight tonight was underestimating the bond between the Golden-Robed Young Master and the Corpse Fiend. When we first saw the Corpse Fiend sneaking into the manor, we immediately set up the Nine Heavens Fire Ring outside specifically to counter avian demons, certain that the Golden-Robed Young Master wouldn’t risk death by breaking through. We never expected it would still charge in to save the Corpse Fiend. Ah, these two monsters are exceptionally cunning – next time we try to lure them into a trap, I’m afraid it won’t work.”

“Why such defeatist talk?” Lin Chengyou looked up at the sky. “The Corpse Fiend values its appearance above all else. It’s been out of its lair for so long and was injured tonight – it urgently needs to replenish its essence. It won’t be able to hide for long; it will likely come out to harm people soon.”

“The Young Master is right.” Jian Mei was busy with her tea and snacks as she pointed at Lin Chengyou. “Don’t forget the Golden-Robed Young Master was also injured, and its wounds are no less severe than the Corpse Fiend’s.”

Jian Xian said: “According to our temple’s records of strange occurrences, we’ve only heard of the Golden-Robed Young Master being lecherous and cunning, never loyal. When we set the trap for the Corpse Fiend, logically it should have stayed far away.”

Jian Tian hissed as if in toothache: “Could they be practicing some demonic art together that increases their power? Perhaps they can’t separate from each other and must advance and retreat as one. Once away from the other, they might be unable to continue cultivating their demonic arts. Otherwise, how would a heartless demon and a cruel, vicious corpse fiend have become entangled in the first place?”

Lin Chengyou addressed Teng Shao: “General Teng, we now know for certain that the two monsters have targeted three potential victims: the famous courtesans Ge Jin and Juan’er Li from the Colorful Phoenix House, and your daughter. I hear Ge Jin is the house manager of Colorful Phoenix House, so she must not only be exceptionally beautiful but also well-versed in poetry and calligraphy. That Juan’er Li, they say the madam paid a hefty sum for her, so she must be exceptional too. As for your daughter—”

Lin Chengyou glanced at Teng Yuyi and smiled strangely: “Your daughter is naturally of devastating beauty as well.”

Though he said this, his gaze conveyed a different meaning: this was mere flattery – your daughter is merely passable.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi’s eyes widened slightly. Miss Teng’s appearance was certainly no worse than Juan’er Li’s or Miss Ge Jin’s – could there be something wrong with their senior brother’s eyes?

Teng Yuyi inwardly scoffed.

“How is your daughter’s literary ability? If she’s not skilled in poetry and literature, how is her skill with the zither?”

Teng Shao gave a slight bow: “My daughter has been clever since childhood. Her literary skills are adequate, and her zither playing is not bad.”

Lin Chengyou frowned in thought, remaining silent for a moment.

Jian Mei asked: “Young Master, are you wondering why the Corpse Fiend targeted these three? Wasn’t it because all three happened to be at the Colorful Phoenix House that night?”

Lin Chengyou pondered: “But there were over a hundred courtesans at the Colorful Phoenix House that night. Why choose just these three?”

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi had been too embarrassed to interrupt since they hadn’t been able to help their senior brother, but now Qi Zhi tilted his head while studying Teng Yuyi: “Senior Brother, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say – Miss Teng and Juan’er Li look somewhat alike.”

Jue Sheng nodded: “Yes, yes, they both have snow-white skin and pitch-black eyes. That disfigured Miss Ge Jin had similar features too. It’s not obvious at first glance, but on closer inspection, there’s some resemblance.”

Teng Shao’s expression showed slight displeasure.

Lin Chengyou hadn’t properly looked at Juan’er Li or Ge Jin last time, and hearing this was somewhat unexpected. Noticing Teng Shao’s expression, he put on an act of scolding: “How dare you! How can you compare Miss Teng to courtesans? General Teng, Miss Teng, please don’t take my young disciple’s thoughtless words to heart.”

Teng Yuyi smiled slightly, indicating to Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi not to worry about it. Teng Shao cupped his hands: “The two Dao Masters are only trying to catch the demons – what wrong have they done?”

Unexpectedly, Jian Mei recklessly opened her mouth: “Earlier today, this old Daoist accompanied the Young Master to investigate the Colorful Phoenix House and met both Ge Jin and Juan’er Li. Though Ge Jin’s disfigurement makes it hard to tell, it’s true that Juan’er Li’s features somewhat resemble Miss Teng’s. Young Master, you’re asking about this – could it be you’re trying to figure out how the Corpse Fiend chooses its first heart?”

Lin Chengyou made a sound of agreement: “The ‘Chronicles of the Celestial Master Subduing Demons’ recorded a strange case from two hundred years ago about an unusual corpse that behaved exactly like our Corpse Fiend. In life, it had been a cruel magistrate who conducted harsh interrogations, already ruthless and murderous before death. After death, it harmed dozens of lives – all victims had their hearts carved out.

“The strange thing was that all its victims were middle-aged men in their forties. It’s always been believed that Corpse Fiends only target young women to nourish their appearance, so neither the ‘Chronicles’ nor the ‘Classic of Demons classified this unusual corpse as a Corpse Fiend. But what if this conclusion was wrong? What if the Corpse Fiend’s purpose in carving out hearts isn’t to eat them, but to replace its own heart?”

Jian Mei slapped her thigh: “Replace its heart! To ensure a perfect fit, it would naturally seek victims with hearts similar in size to its own. Some particularly demanding Corpse Fiends, like that magistrate, even require victims of the same age. This explains why that magistrate who died at forty preferred targeting men of the same age.”

Lin Chengyou said: “I don’t know why the Corpse Fiend chose these three, but although it has drained many people’s blood since emerging, it hasn’t carved out any hearts yet. The first heart holds special significance for it. After tonight’s failure, catching them will be even more difficult. I have an idea, but I need to discuss it with General Teng.”

Teng Shao’s expression grew solemn: “Tonight, thanks to the Young Master and the Dao Masters’ protection, my daughter remained safe. Whatever you have in mind, Young Master, just say it. As long as we can eliminate these two monsters, I am willing to cooperate fully.”

Lin Chengyou said: “Although the Corpse Fiend can move about during the day, its yin power reaches its peak at night. Tomorrow during daylight, I’ll lead people to search for them in and around the city. If we can’t find any trace of it and the Golden-Robed Young Master, then we’ll have to ask your daughter to stay at the Colorful Phoenix House for a few nights.”

Stay at the Colorful Phoenix House. Teng Yuyi was startled.

Everyone understood the reasoning. They could no longer be certain whom the Corpse Fiend would choose for its first heart sacrifice, and to prevent complications, they needed to keep all three potential victims together. Moreover, the Colorful Phoenix House had always been most suitable for dealings with the supernatural – precisely because its location was extremely yin in nature, and using yin to counter yin was the best approach for subduing demons.

They wondered if Teng Shao would agree to his daughter staying in a brothel, but after brief contemplation, he decisively said: “If it can save my daughter, there’s no need to quibble over such details. However, I have one condition – either the Colorful Phoenix House must temporarily close, or my daughter cannot show her true face.”

Lin Chengyou said: “The Colorful Phoenix House is already closed, but there are many patrons, madams, and courtesans inside. If Miss Teng goes there, she’ll naturally need to be in disguise.”

Du Tinglan was still somewhat dizzy and nauseous, but her mind was clear. She couldn’t help asking Teng Yuyi: “Ayu.”

After all, it was a brothel – how could a noble family’s daughter stay in such a place?

Teng Yuyi thought for a moment, then wrote with her chopsticks on a tray: Last time the Young Master also mentioned that the Corpse Fiend is vicious and vengeful. After I go to the Colorful Phoenix House, might it come after my father and cousin?

Teng Shao said to Teng Yuyi: “Father will accompany you to the Colorful Phoenix House. As for how to arrange for Lan’er’s safety, we’ll have to follow the Young Master and the Dao Masters’ arrangements.”

Lin Chengyou said: “General Teng, tonight you’ve witnessed the Corpse Fiend’s methods. Having more people provides no benefit and will only waste my talisman tea. You were also injured by the Golden-Robed Young Master earlier – the Corpse Fiend craves fresh blood, and if it smells the blood on you, its power will instantly surge. Therefore, not only can you not go, but you must stay as far from Miss Teng as possible.”

Teng Shao hesitated: “This…”

“Miss Teng can bring one or two skilled guards with her – any more would only confuse. Moreover, Miss Teng’s concern is valid. The Corpse Fiend’s methods are endless, and before it’s caught, everyone who has encountered it needs to be placed somewhere safe.”

Everyone was puzzled – with all the Daoists from both Blue Cloud Temple and Eastern Ming Temple already deployed, where in Chang’an could still be safe from the Corpse Fiend?

The answer was revealed the next day.

Just after noon the following day, Lin Chengyou sent word that after leaving the Teng manor, they had searched everywhere for the Corpse Fiend’s hiding place, from midnight until now, without success. He asked Teng Yuyi to disguise herself early and have Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi escort her to the Colorful Phoenix House.

As for Teng Shao and the others, Lin Chengyou had made different arrangements.

No sooner had this letter arrived at the Teng manor than two monks came to call, introducing themselves as the senior disciples of Abbot Yuan Jue of the Great Seclusion Temple. They had come at Lin Chengyou’s request to escort Teng Shao, Du Tinglan, and the others to take refuge at the Great Seclusion Temple.

When Teng Yuyi heard the name of the Great Seclusion Temple, her heart began to race. In her previous life, she had accompanied the Empress there for a period of Buddhist cultivation, and it was there that she had learned of her father’s death.

Du Tinglan said in surprise: “Uncle, I’ve long heard that Monk Yuan Jue is a famous enlightened master, but I’ve never heard of any connection between the Crown Prince’s son and Yuan Jue.”

While ordering Butler Cheng to quickly welcome the two monks into the manor, Teng Shao explained: “Abbot Yuan Jue and Daoist Qing Xu are old acquaintances. Years ago, they worked together to subdue a great demon in Chang’an. Now that Daoist Qing Xu is not in Chang’an, it’s not strange that the Crown Prince’s son would seek Abbot Yuan Jue’s help.”

Teng Yuyi felt somewhat relieved. With famous monks protecting her father and cousin, she needn’t worry about them falling victim to the Corpse Fiend. She returned to her inner chambers to find the set of Hu people’s clothing from before, fastened the metal-decorated belt, and attached the false beard.

Teng Shao also sent word to the Du manor. When Madam Du and Du Shaotang received the news, they rushed over. After hearing the whole story, they knew they couldn’t add to the confusion at the Colorful Phoenix House, so they insisted on accompanying Du Tinglan to observe Buddhist precepts at the temple.

Before departing, Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi distributed pills at the Teng manor gate: “These pills were refined by our master at the temple. They have protective effects. Senior Brother asked us to give one to each person.”

The pills were different colors – the one given to Teng Yuyi was pink.

Teng Yuyi held it in her hand and sniffed it, detecting a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

After taking the medicine, the grand procession set out.

Teng Shao escorted Teng Yuyi to the Colorful Phoenix House. Worried, but mindful of Lin Chengyou’s words, he dared not stay too close to his daughter. He left Butler Cheng and Huo Qiu to protect her, circled the Colorful Phoenix House a few times to inspect it, and only then followed the two monks to the Great Seclusion Temple.

The Colorful Phoenix House had been closed for several days, making the entrance much quieter. As soon as Teng Yuyi entered, she saw E Ji coming down the stairs.

After not seeing her for several days, E Ji’s cheeks had grown somewhat thinner. She smiled brightly and lifted her skirts cheerfully as she descended: “Oh my, oh my, are my eyes deceiving me? Isn’t this Young Master Wang? You haven’t visited during these days we’ve been closed – I’ve been so worried about you! What brings Young Master Wang here today? Are you missing our Juan’er Li or Bao Zhu?”

Teng Yuyi smiled brilliantly and handed the prepared tray to Butler Cheng.

Butler Cheng said with an unchanged expression: “Last time, our young master entrusted Madam E to take good care of Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu. How have they been under Madam E’s care?”

E Ji covered her mouth with a fan and laughed: “They’re like daughters to me – even if Young Master Wang hadn’t asked, I would have cherished them like my own flesh and blood. Young Master Wang doesn’t know, but after those strange events happened here, several of our young ladies fell ill from fright, and I was so scared I had diarrhea for days.”

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi lowered their heads in embarrassment – that was clearly because she had greedily consumed the Clear Mind Pills. That day, their senior brother, annoyed by Madam E’s constant attempts to push Juan’er Li toward him, had deliberately played a trick on her. Madam E had fallen for Senior Brother’s ploy without realizing it, and they hadn’t been able to stop her even if they tried.

E Ji looked puzzled: “Young Master Wang, your voice—”

Teng Yuyi glanced at her. E Ji, having spent years in the pleasure quarters, was most skilled at reading faces. She quickly changed her tone and smiled: “Our madam said two distinguished guests would be staying for a few days – could she have meant Young Master Wang?”

Before she finished speaking, the auspicious light curtains of the side room parted, and He Mingsheng emerged.

He was wrapped in fine silks and wore a scholar’s headcloth. If not for his corpulent figure, he might have passed for a scholar at first glance.

In his left hand, he held an abacus, and in his right a ledger. Seeing Teng Yuyi, he squinted his smiling eyes and said: “I didn’t know Young Master Wang would honor us with your presence. My apologies for not greeting you earlier. The Young Master has already made arrangements, and your quarters are prepared. Young Master Wang, please follow me.”

Teng Yuyi glanced at the writing on the paper. Though He Mingsheng reeked of money, his calligraphy was remarkably strong and vigorous.

She stroked her fake beard and wrote: Please lead the way. Also, remember to call Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu over.

E Ji nodded repeatedly: “I’ll see to it right away. During these closed days, the girls’ skills have grown rusty. Playing some music would be good – it’ll help entertain the young master. What wine would you like?”

Teng Yuyi remembered the Dragon Cream Wine from last time, and the wine bug in her belly began to stir. Just as she was about to instruct E Ji to bring half a jar, Butler Cheng said: “Our young master hasn’t recovered from a cold, and his voice is hoarse. The physician advised against any wine. Music is fine, but please hold the wine.”

Teng Yuyi looked at Butler Cheng, who kept his eyes half-lowered, seemingly oblivious to her gaze.

Teng Yuyi withdrew her gaze resignedly. Butler Cheng was different from others – he would surely watch her every move these days. She should have sent him back to stay with her father. Huo Qiu wouldn’t dare restrict her, and Duan Fu was even more obedient to his young mistress, but unfortunately, Duan Fu had broken his arm and was still recovering.

He Mingsheng led the way: “Since that demon incident, the Young Master has forced us to close the house. We’re not allowed to receive guests or let anyone leave. These past few days, I’ve had no appetite, fearing the demon might appear again. Fortunately, all has been peaceful.”

Teng Yuyi thought for a moment and wrote: How is Miss Ge Jin?

“Ge Jin? She’s much better. Last time when the demon abducted her, thanks to the Young Master’s timely rescue and the medicine she took, she’s mostly recovered.”

As they spoke, they reached the back garden. Just as they stepped onto the Leaning on Emerald Pavilion’s stairs, they heard a woman singing. Her voice was as clear as a mountain spring – when high, it was like wind sweeping through bamboo, whistling like a dragon’s cry; when low, it was like honey pouring into one’s heart, exceptionally tender and sweet.

Teng Yuyi couldn’t help but be enchanted. Last time at the Colorful Phoenix House, she hadn’t had the chance to properly appreciate the courtesans’ skills. Just hearing this voice proved the house’s reputation was well-deserved.

“That’s Miss Yao Huang practicing her voice.” E Ji spoke proudly. “She’s the best singer in Pingkang Ward. Before we closed, many guests came just to hear her.”

Teng Yuyi pondered – Yao Huang, Ge Jin, Wei Zi… all named after peony varieties. Her strongest impression was of Ge Jin, whose face had been ruined by the “ghost,” followed by Wei Zi, who had thrown her fan at Lin Chengyou’s feet that night… As for Yao Huang and the others, she only remembered their beauty.

He Mingsheng and E Ji led them to the side rooms. The room faced Ge Jin’s quarters, with other famous courtesans of the Colorful Phoenix House residing nearby. Though the house grounds were fairly spacious, it housed many courtesans, and they couldn’t add new quarters on such short notice. He Mingsheng had no choice but to shuffle things around, managing to free up three of the best side rooms.

Butler Cheng frowned slightly but knew this was a temporary measure – survival came first, leaving no room to be picky. Teng Yuyi looked around and, seeing the room was clean and elegant, nodded in satisfaction.

He Mingsheng smiled: “I supervised the preparations. The bedding and furnishings are all new. Young Master Wang can stay with complete peace of mind. The room on the left is for the two managers, and the right one is for the two young Daoists. If anything is lacking, please let me know.”

Teng Yuyi took out a gold ingot from her robes and smiled as she handed it to He Mingsheng: This is for our lodging and meals these next few days. Please take good care of us, Manager He.

He Mingsheng’s eyes lit up: “Young Master Wang is too kind. Though I’m just a merchant, I enjoy befriending gallant souls. Young Master Wang is so free-spirited – I’ve long wished to make your acquaintance but felt too lowly to presume. Having Young Master Wang stay here is more than I could hope for. How could I accept payment?”

Despite his words, his hand unconsciously reached for the gold ingot. He accepted it with a broad smile and then led Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi to settle into the neighboring room.

Shortly after he left, angry shouts suddenly came from the corridor. Teng Yuyi turned to look and saw Ge Jin’s door open as a tall maid stumbled out carrying a washing basin. The woman inside seemed unsatisfied and continued berating her loudly. Though the maid responded submissively, once outside she curled her lip in contempt.

Seeing Teng Yuyi and her servants watching, the maid immediately put on a bright smile, curtsied to Teng Yuyi, and hurried away.

Teng Yuyi had seen this maid before – her name was Qing Zhi, Ge Jin’s head maid. She was somewhat pretty, though her skin was rather dark, and she had a somewhat foolish demeanor.

The one scolding inside must have been Ge Jin. Presumably unhappy after her disfigurement, she was taking it out on her maid. Qing Zhi’s contemptuous attitude suggested she had already grown resentful of her mistress.

Teng Yuyi and Butler Cheng exchanged glances – as the saying goes, “When power is lost, people depart.” Miss Ge Jin probably never imagined when she was the leading courtesan that once her beauty was ruined, even those closest to her would begin to look down on her.

Soon E Ji returned with Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu, bringing drinks and snacks to the table. Following Butler Cheng’s instructions, there was no wine, only tea, pastries, and cane syrup.

E Ji couldn’t stop smiling: “Serve Young Master Wang well, and don’t make any mistakes.”

Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu acknowledged the order.

As soon as E Ji left, two round heads poked through the doorway: “Young Master Wang, we’ve settled in too.”

Teng Yuyi beckoned to Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi. The two entered with broad smiles, though they became slightly more reserved upon seeing Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu. They smoothed their Daoist robes and sat cross-legged: “The five Daoists from Eastern Ming Temple are already on their way back. They should arrive first. Senior Brother went to the palace but will join us soon.”

Teng Yuyi pushed the tea and snacks toward them. Lin Chengyou went to the palace? Shouldn’t he be busy tracking the Corpse Fiend and Golden-Robed Young Master?

Jue Sheng put a sweetened chestnut in his mouth and said softly: “Senior Brother escorted Princess Azhi into the palace.”

Qi Zhi sipped some cane syrup: “The Corpse Fiend was shot six times by Senior Brother yesterday and nearly had its bones ground to dust. It must be filled with hatred and will likely cause trouble for Princess Azhi. Fearing complications, Senior Brother took her to the palace as soon as he returned.”

Teng Yuyi fingered her lotus-leaf cup. She had thought Lin Chengyou would send Azhi to the Great Seclusion Temple for safety, but instead, he had sent his sister to the palace.

The Great Seclusion Temple had Monk Yuan Jue, but which expert in the palace knew Daoist arts?

A sudden thought struck her. She had heard that His Majesty was raised by Daoist Qing Xu and had lived in the Blue Cloud Temple before claiming his ancestral lineage. He must be quite versed in Daoist arts – could His Majesty be the expert in the palace?

Teng Yuyi looked at Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu and smiled as she wrote: It’s been several days since I’ve seen you – are you both well?

Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu were perceptive enough not to ask why Teng Yuyi couldn’t speak. They just gratefully replied: “Thanks to the young master’s care, Madam hasn’t beaten or scolded us these past days.”

That’s good. Teng Yuyi nodded and wrote again: How is Miss Ge Jin across the way?

Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu hesitated without speaking.

Teng Yuyi glanced at Huo Qiu, who went to close the door. Butler Cheng smiled kindly: “You can speak freely now.”

Bao Zhu sighed: “Miss Ge Jin is not well. Though her fever broke after taking the Daoist’s talisman tea that day, she’s plagued by nightmares. They say she hasn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep. During the day she has no appetite either. In just these few days, they say she’s become haggard.”

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi couldn’t help saying: “The demonic poison has been completely cleared from her body – this shouldn’t be happening. Hasn’t your house called for a physician?”

“They did,” Bao Zhu hugged her bili tighter, “but the physician couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He just said Ge Jin was traumatized and needed rest to calm her mind.”

Teng Yuyi wrote: What about the scars on her face? Are there any signs of healing?

Juan’er Li looked toward Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi: “Last time, the Daoist from Blue Cloud Temple examined Ge Jin’s wounds and said they were inflicted by a fierce ghost. The house has been quite caring toward Miss Ge Jin, finding many ointments to promote healing and reduce bruising, but nothing works. It looks like they’ll leave permanent scars.”

Teng Yuyi pondered – no wonder Ge Jin was so despondent. She asked: Has anything strange happened in the house these past few days?

Both shook their heads: “Since that night, the house has been very peaceful. No one’s been thrown into the corridors at midnight, and there’s been no ghost constantly knocking on doors.”

Bao Zhu suddenly said: “That’s not quite right. I heard Qing Zhi has also been having frequent nightmares lately. The maids sharing her room can’t stand her night terrors and have complained to the madam several times.”

Teng Yuyi deliberately wrote: Who is Qing Zhi?

“Ge Jin’s maid. Miss Teng must have seen her last time – she’s dark-skinned and tall.”

Teng Yuyi stood up: Miss Ge Jin lives across the way, right? I’ll go see her.

Juan’er Li and Bao Zhu looked somewhat helpless: “Miss Ge Jin has locked herself in her room and won’t see anyone. Let us knock for you first, young master. If she refuses to see you, please don’t blame her.”

They soon returned, shaking their heads dejectedly: “Miss Ge Jin won’t see anyone.”

Teng Yuyi pointed her silver chopsticks at Juan’er Li: What about you? Last time you were not only abducted by the Golden-Robed Young Master but also pulled into an illusion. How have you been recovering these past few days?

Juan’er Li’s expression became somewhat vacant, and she quickly lowered her eyelashes: “Thank you for your concern, Young Master Wang. I feel confused sometimes, but I sleep fairly peacefully at night.”

Everyone in the room recalled Lin Chengyou’s speculation from last night and secretly compared Juan’er Li’s appearance with Teng Yuyi’s. Even Teng Yuyi couldn’t help looking at Juan’er Li more closely – at a casual glance there was some resemblance, but upon careful inspection, their features were quite different.

***

Thus Teng Yuyi settled into the Colorful Phoenix House. She called He Mingsheng’s steward and set fixed amounts for each meal’s expenses, arranging for herself to dine with Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi at one table, while Butler Cheng and Huo Qiu had separate arrangements.

After settling in, seeing it wasn’t early, Teng Yuyi took a stroll in the garden. She found the small Buddhist shrine sealed and wanted to examine the formation point that had originally suppressed the Corpse Fiend. However, she could feel the oppressive yin energy from far away, and after several shivers, she didn’t dare venture inside.

When it came time for the evening meal, E Ji sent someone to ask where to serve the food, and Teng Yuyi had it set in the main hall of the front building.

The front building was crowded. The courtesans, having been confined to their rooms all day, could hardly wait to linger outside during mealtime.

The hall was filled with colorful beauty, with seven or eight lovely women with green-black hair and rouge-touched faces. When they saw Teng Yuyi, they didn’t shy away but instead giggled freely.

Teng Yuyi returned their gazes naturally, but Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi blushed deeply. Teng Yuyi had them sit at the side and pointed to the dishes on the table, her meaning clear: I had them prepare extra vegetarian dishes especially – try some.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi hurriedly waved their hands: “Miss Teng, you eat. We shouldn’t impose. Senior Brother will be here soon, and we’ll dine with him.”

Teng Yuyi feigned surprise: Will Lin Chengyou eat you up if he sees you sharing a table with me?

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi shook their heads like rattles: “It’s not proper. Senior Brother won’t be pleased.”

Teng Yuyi put down her teacup and deliberately sighed.

Qi Zhi asked in surprise: “Miss Teng, why aren’t you eating?”

Teng Yuyi slowly wrote with her silver chopsticks dipped in water: A whole table of food prepared, yet you won’t eat. I feel sorry about wasting food, that’s all.

Qi Zhi hurriedly said: “We can invite Butler Cheng and Brother Huo.”

Jue Sheng tugged at Qi Zhi’s robe – Butler Cheng and Huo Qiu were already eating at another table behind them.

“Then… then we can invite those ladies over.” His voice trailed off as he noticed the courtesans’ flushed faces showed they had already eaten and drunk their fill.

Teng Yuyi wrote again: You must be hungry by now. Eat first.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi firmly shook their heads: “It’s fine, we can hold out.”

Teng Yuyi: It’s already dark. The Corpse Fiend and Golden-Robed Young Master could appear at any time. If you don’t have the strength to wield your swords and leap about, what if they escape again?

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi wavered: “Well…”

Teng Yuyi lifted a bowl cover, releasing the steaming fragrance of taro cream soup that curled into their nostrils. She served each of them a bowl and wrote: Catching the demons takes priority. Have something to eat first – your senior brother won’t blame you.

They struggled internally. They could endure hunger and resist temptation, but Miss Teng had a point. Once the Corpse Fiend appeared, they wouldn’t be able to eat all night. If they lacked strength then, they might fail again.

After waiting reluctantly for a while without seeing their senior brother arrive, they sat down and said: “We’ll follow Miss Teng’s suggestion and have a little something first.”

But just as they finished their bowls of taro cream soup, Lin Chengyou arrived. He Mingsheng followed closely behind: “Young Master, have you dined? I’ll have them prepare something right away.”

“No rush.” Lin Chengyou cast a casual glance into the hall as he walked toward Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi.

The famous courtesans stopped their laughter and watched Lin Chengyou intently.

This young lord was different from the disguised Young Master Wang – he was genuinely male, with a face as beautiful as jade and movements that pleased the eye. Yet he wasn’t one to be trifled with; despite his carefree appearance, even a great beauty like Wei Zi had suffered his rebuke last time.

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were eating happily when they suddenly noticed the hall had gone quiet. They turned their heads and hurriedly put down their chopsticks in fright.

“Senior Brother!”

Lin Chengyou sat down, lifting his robe, and smiled: “Tired of waiting for me, so you started eating without me?”

Jue Sheng wrung his hands anxiously: “We didn’t eat much, we’ve been waiting for you!”

Lin Chengyou looked at the dishes on the table: “Didn’t eat much?”

The rice was gone, and little soup remained.

Qi Zhi lowered his head: “Senior Brother, we could eat more.”

“Could eat more? Aren’t you afraid of getting too full?”

Teng Yuyi glanced at Lin Chengyou over her teacup. Though she desperately wanted him to be angered to death since he refused to give her the antidote, hearing him scold Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi made her instinctively want to protect them.

She wrote: I forced them to eat. As their senior brother, you were so late – should they have gone without food indefinitely?

Lin Chengyou: “That makes sense. Should I thank Miss Teng for her generous hospitality then?”

Teng Yuyi smiled but didn’t respond, though her gaze conveyed: If you don’t mind that only cold leftovers remain, you could make do with a bite or two.

“Not yet.” Lin Chengyou snorted with a smile and took out a package from his robes, tossing it onto the table. He said to Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi, “You surely can’t eat this now, can you?”

Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi’s faces lit up: “Longcong bing*!”

The pastry had a verdant color and was bought from the market district. It had probably been kept warm in Lin Chengyou’s robes, as it still retained some warmth.

The two reached for it with tears in their eyes: “Senior Brother knew we love these and bought them specially?”

Lin Chengyou stopped them: “Don’t flatter yourselves – I just happened to buy them while passing by. You’ve eaten plenty already, so don’t force yourselves. Better leave these for someone else.”

Author’s Note: Longcong bing: A type of pastry popular during the Tang Dynasty, known for its verdant color.