CHAPTER 906: WINE POOLS AND MEAT FORESTS

Translator: CinderTL

Qu Xin’s words sparked a flurry of murmurs among the crowd.

The reality before them was vastly different from their expectations. They hadn’t come here for arduous labor, but to chant scriptures, worship the Buddha, and receive teachings from the Steady Light Buddha Master.

In particular, many of the six thousand men and women were young masters and young mistresses from wealthy families, accustomed to having servants attend to their every need. How could they possibly wash clothes, cook meals, or toil in the fields?

Qu Xin showed them no sympathy. His voice cold, he declared, "Enough loitering. If you don’t want to go hungry and freeze tonight, quickly choose a wooden hut, start a fire, and prepare your own food. There are no servants here to wait on you."

With that, Qu Xin turned and strode toward the Buddha Hall.

Just then, thirty pillars of white light suddenly descended from the dimly lit sky.

The beams pierced through the roof of the Buddha Hall, illuminating thirty individuals within.

Men and women alike trembled with excitement, their faces flushed as if they had been awaiting this very moment for a long time.

Slowly, they began to float upward, drifting uncontrollably toward the heavens.

After piercing through layers of mist, they reached the mountainside.

To their astonishment, there was no temple, no monks—only rows of resplendent gilded pavilions.

The pavilions were adorned with intricately carved beams and rafters, lavishly gilded and silvered to dazzling effect.

Inside, silk drapes cascaded in shimmering streams of light, exquisite porcelain gleamed like jade, and precious gold and silver vessels glittered in profusion.

Every detail exuded opulence and extravagance, bearing no resemblance to the serene purity of a Buddhist sanctuary. This place outshone even the most lavish imperial palaces of the mortal world in its splendor.

An invisible force swept the thirty young men and women into one of the pavilions.

Inside, a bald-headed man with the ritual scars of a monk reclined on a vast bed.

Several women surrounded him, offering fine wines and delicacies.

Before the bed, dozens of beautiful dancers swayed gracefully, their seductive movements stirring the senses.

To the side, over twenty musicians strummed lutes, their languid melodies weaving a tapestry of longing.

Behind the bed, several pools steamed with mist. A hundred women laughed and splashed in the water, their joyous cries mingling with the sensual atmosphere.

Every woman in the pavilion was breathtakingly beautiful, with graceful figures, scant clothing, and seductive poses, exuding irresistible charm.

Fine wines overflowed from ornate pitchers, tables groaned under the weight of delicacies, and platters piled high with fresh fruit.

The bald man, surrounded by beauties, guzzled wine and devoured meat with unrestrained delight.

This was the epitome of decadent excess—a wine pool and meat forest, a scene of unbridled hedonism.

If Song Wen had been present, he would have immediately recognized the bald man as Xu Geng, who had seized Mi Hai’s body through body seizing.

Xu Geng glanced at the thirty captives he had brought in and said indifferently, "All the women, strip yourselves bare."

The young men and women stared in stunned disbelief at the lewd spectacle, their faces flushed crimson with embarrassment. Xu Geng’s command left them utterly dumbfounded.

Fourteen of the women stood frozen, uncertain what to do.

"Y-you... who do you think you are?" a young man stammered bravely. "How dare you make such an outrageous demand?"

Xu Geng casually stroked the arm of the woman beside him. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her breathing quickened.

"Who am I?" Xu Geng asked with a smile. "I am the Steady Light Buddha Master you’ve all been so eager to meet."

As soon as he finished speaking, without any visible movement, the man who had questioned him suddenly flipped upside down, suspended in mid-air with his head pointing downward and his feet upward.

A thin crimson line appeared on the man’s neck.

Then, his head detached from his body and crashed to the ground with a sickening thud.

In an instant, scarlet blood gushed from the severed neck, filling the air with a faint metallic tang.

A wide-mouthed jade wine jug suddenly flew out and positioned itself beneath the neck, catching every drop of the surging blood.

Moments later, the bleeding stopped, leaving the jade jug more than half full.

With a mental command, Xu Geng made the jug rise into the air until it hovered above his head.

He tilted the jug, letting the scarlet blood stream down into his mouth.

Having drained every last drop, Xu Geng turned his gaze back to the terrified women he had summoned and barked, "Strip now, or face the consequences!"

As he spoke, his blood-stained teeth bared in a ghastly grin, sending shivers down the spines of the twenty-nine women suspended in mid-air. Their faces drained of all color, their bodies trembling violently.

Overwhelmed by the bone-chilling terror, one of the twenty-nine victims involuntarily released a warm stream between their legs, which slowly trickled down their trousers.

Xu Geng’s expression turned glacial. With a swift, violent gesture, he unleashed a devastating wave of power, instantly obliterating the group into a crimson mist of blood.

"Useless trash," he snarled. "I should have slaughtered you long ago. The men have bland, tasteless blood and feeble Qi and Blood. The women are plain and stubbornly resistant. There’s no point in keeping any of you alive."

The women in the Great Hall trembled slightly, their movements becoming cautious and restrained, their breaths shallow and careful.

Beside Xu Geng, a bald woman gently stroked his bare chest. She was none other than the Senior Sister from the two Novice Monks.

"Buddha Master, why lose your temper?" she asked softly. "These were merely the rejects. Among today’s new recruits, there are many exceptional men and women. Why not choose from them instead?"

Xu Geng abruptly pulled the Senior Sister close, his hands roaming over her body.

"These people are mere mortals, reeking of their mundane existence. Mortals are contemptible, no better than pigs or dogs. I wouldn’t touch them now. At the very least, they must spend a month at the foot of the mountain, consuming spirit rice and drinking from the spirit spring, shedding their mortal stench, before I’ll even approach them."

Xu Geng’s groping made Senior Sister Yan Yao uncomfortable, yet she involuntarily leaned closer to him.

"Buddha Master, what exactly is this ’mortal stench’ you speak of? Why can’t I sense it?"

Xu Geng replied, "Yan Yao, your cultivation is too weak. Naturally, you can’t perceive it. Only after your spirit sense transforms into divine sense will you truly understand the fundamental difference between mortals and cultivators."

"Divine sense?" Yan Yao looked utterly bewildered. "Buddha Master, at what level of cultivation does spirit sense transform into divine sense?"

She was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Before joining the Sun Moon Temple, she had been a rogue cultivator with little knowledge of the secret arts of higher-level cultivators. She had never even heard of "divine sense."

Xu Geng offered no further explanation. Instead, he flipped her onto her back and pressed down on her.

Meanwhile, Qu Xin watched as the thirty people he had lived with for the past year were led away, his eyes betraying an unmasked desolation.

He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t been chosen.

With each wave of selections, Qu Xin watched helplessly as others soared into the sky, feeling utterly worthless and a complete failure.

The six thousand newly arrived youths gazed upon the scene with longing and a surge of excitement. They firmly believed that it wouldn’t be long before Steady Light Buddha Master noticed them too, granting them passage to the Sun Moon Temple halfway up the mountain to receive his profound teachings.

As for Qu Xin and the few dozen other "old-timers" remaining in the Buddha Hall, the newcomers had already branded them as "incompetent failures."

The newcomers, their initial complaints silenced, hurried to claim the vacant wooden huts, eager to begin cleaning, tidying, building fires, and preparing meals.

(End of the Chapter)

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