Chapter 968: Chapter 489: Great Wilderness Secret Technique!

“Qianqian, serve tea.”

Muqing Yi sat down in front of Chen Mu and spoke softly.

As her words fell, a girl of about twenty came over, holding a Spirit Pot, and poured a cup of Spiritual Tea for Chen Mu with a respectful demeanor. As the tea water fell into the jade cup, a subtle fragrance wafted out.

Chen Mu recognized the girl; it was Su Qianqian of the Hehuan Sect, the true inheritor following Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongying. She once visited the Seven Profound Sect to seek him and handed over the Southern Ming Fire. At that time, Su Qianqian was still somewhat immature, having just entered the Five Organs Realm. Yet now, with a casual glance, Chen Mu could see that Su Qianqian had cultivated deeply and could almost break into the Six Viscera Realm.

Chen Mu casually lifted the jade cup and drank the tea in one gulp.

Serenely calm in the Hehuan Sect, known for being as frightening as vipers, sitting opposite the sect master of Hehuan, and facing Hehuan’s ‘tea’ with nonchalance, drinking it without a second thought–this alone made the many young disciples serving in the hall gaze at him with eyes like water and glances like silk threads.

Su Qianqian stood beside him with a faint glimmer in her eyes as she looked at Chen Mu. When she visited the Seven Profound Sect to pay her respects to him, Chen Mu was already a supreme grandmaster, a top figure. To her, as a true inheritor of Hehuan, he warranted the utmost respect. Now, years later, Chen Mu had ascended to the pinnacle of Martial Arts, achieving the title of Martial Saint.

In the past, men in the presence of the Hehuan Sect either found their hearts and minds bewitched by them or behaved disgracefully. Of course, this was a different situation. Even if men entered the Hehuan Sect, the sect remained steeped in desires, utterly unobscured. Yet, following Muqing Yi’s command, the entire sect restrained itself upon Chen Mu’s arrival.

The tea offered was genuinely serious Spiritual Tea, with nurturing effects.

“This tea is harvested from the spiritual grounds in the mountains–the youngest leaves on the Spiritual Tea Tree, plucked and stir-fried by maidens, untouched by the dust of the world,” Muqing Yi softly introduced to Chen Mu.

“Indeed, it’s quite good.”

Chen Mu placed down the tea cup, casually remarking.

Muqing Yi smiled slightly and said, “Our Hehuan Sect has recently moved, and there’s no spectacular scenery of land and nature for Saint Chen to enjoy, but if you speak of the scenery of people, it’s hard to find a match for that of Hehuan anywhere in the world. And outsiders rarely have the chance to see it. Since Saint Chen visits our sect today, let’s have these unaccomplished disciples present a performance of the balance between heavenly principles and human desires, and ask for Saint Chen’s review.”

“Heaven, earth, and human are the changes of the three realms; Hehuan Sect comprehensively explores the path of human desires, indeed conforming to the order of the heavens.”

After Muqing Yi’s words, Chen Mu responded with a laid-back comment.

As their voices fell.

Su Qianqian, a true inheritor of the sect, quietly retreated, while numerous charming girls gathered forward. Each of these girls appeared either tender or lively, with an innate allure in their gestures; yet, they all possessed bone tempering Martial Arts cultivation, clearly inner sect disciples of Hehuan, not ordinary women of the dust and harlotry.

A melodious tune from a zither unknowingly resonated within the hall, transmitting leisurely, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, joyous and cheerful, seemingly containing exuberant vitality, embodying the utmost joy of human desires.

Under the embellishment of the zither’s melody,

one after another, the Hehuan disciples began to dance, waving long sleeves and skirts, or shaking bared jade-feet and lotus-like arms. It seemed like a scene of sheer debauchery, yet inexplicably conveyed a sense of harmony, as if ascending from carnal to desire, and from desire to ‘human desire,’ subtly aligning with the wondrous cycle of the universe.

Chen Mu merely glanced over and grasped about seventy to eighty percent of the Hehuan Sect’s path of human desire. His expression remained unchanged, sitting there, continuing to watch the art of Hehuan dance.

It must be said.

In the domain of singing and dancing, indeed none in the world can surpass Hehuan.

He once served as an official and, due to various duties, had frequented places of entertainment more than once, hearing singing maidens present songs and watching dancing maidens perform. Yet, those were far from comparable to this dance that illustrated the multifaceted nature of human desire in the Hehuan Sect.

After all, any girl here was not someone trifling; far beyond those drama performers of the dust. Those dust performers merely trained in dances, while these Hehuan disciples comprehended the ‘Way,’ which belonged to their path of human desire.

It can be said.

Anyone from the Martial World, in the Five Viscera and Six Organs Realm, who comes, as long as their Soul Heart isn’t entirely awakened, and their Martial Arts will hasn’t reached a sufficient level, is hard-pressed to restrain themselves at the sight of this dance; they would inevitably be awakened to their primal desires.

Yet Chen Mu remained quietly seated, with only a touch of observation in his eyes, showing neither any fluctuations nor the slightest hint of desire. What realm does he occupy now; the height of his Soul Heart Level is unrivaled in the world. The dance of human desires by the Hehuan Sect displayed the beauty of maidens to its fullest, but to ignite desires within his heart remained far from enough.

Unless a desire arises in his heart, only then would there be desire; without intent, there is no craving or seeking, all thoughts residing within a single heart.

With no desire within the heart, only the beauty of people remains in his eyes.

Upon the dance’s conclusion,

the many Hehuan disciples made a gesture of salutation, bowing down before Chen Mu, chirping like birds, as if stars surrounding the moon; leading the group, Su Qianqian half-kneeled on the ground, looking up at Chen Mu, with a trace of proper faint blush on her cheeks.

Muqing Yi, with a smile, cast her gaze towards Chen Mu, awaiting his review.