Half an hour later.
Now dressed in modern clothes, Lord Venus stood fidgeting under a big advertising screen on the pedestrian street of the small city, staring unblinkingly at the display with an expression so lecherous it was almost comical. The screen was playing a lingerie runway show.
Every woman who passed by him deliberately kept her distance, eyes full of disdain.
But Lord Venus seemed completely oblivious, unable to tear his eyes from the screen, muttering to himself nonstop.
If you listened closely, you’d catch words like “big chest,” “long legs,” and “perky butt.”
Watching from the shadows, Ian Song couldn’t help but find the scene both funny and a bit exasperating.
But then he thought it over and let it go. In the Heavenly Court, every fairy wraps herself up tightly, and romance between immortals is strictly forbidden. Otherwise, stories like Erlang Shen splitting Mount Hua to save his mother, or the Cowherd and Weaver Girl gazing at each other across the river, wouldn’t exist.
Suddenly, Ian’s mind stirred. He formed a spell gesture, making all the passing pedestrians ignore the screen. At the same time, he switched the broadcast from the lingerie show to a Japanese 'small movie.'
"Huh!"
Seeing the screen suddenly go black, Lord Venus looked extremely disappointed. Just as he was about to leave, the screen lit up again.
His eyes widened instantly, his breathing grew rapid, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.
How... how can mortals be so shameless!
Though Lord Venus muttered these words, he couldn’t bring himself to look away, and his body was growing increasingly hot.
Does it look good?
At that moment, Ian Song silently appeared beside Lord Venus and patted his shoulder.
Who are you?
Lord Venus was startled, quickly jumping back and staring warily at Ian Song, though his gaze kept flicking to the screen.
I’m Ian Song, a cultivator from the mortal realm," Ian said with a half-smile.
So what do you want?' Lord Venus was shaken, realizing he couldn’t see through Ian’s cultivation at all.
Please don’t worry, Lord Venus—I mean no harm.
"You know I'm Lord Venus?" Hearing this, Lord Venus grew even more wary.
"I happened to be at the Kunlun Mountains when you descended, Lord Immortal!"
"So that's how it is!"
Lord Venus looked suddenly enlightened, then lifted his chin slightly and said, "So, what business do you have with me?"
"I guessed that you must have a mission for descending, so I came to ask if there's anything I can do to help!" Ian Song said with a smile.
"How do you know I have a mission?"
"You're the Jade Emperor's trusted aide, and Heavenly Court gods can't descend to the mortal world without permission. So I figured you must be here on imperial business!"
Hearing the flattery in Ian's words, Lord Venus felt secretly pleased and nodded proudly, "Looks like you do have some insight!"
An hour later.
Inside a private room at the city's most luxurious restaurant.
Ian Song raised his glass, "Old Brother Venus, come on, let me toast you again!"
"No, no, I can't drink anymore. If I keep drinking, I'll get drunk!" Lord Venus slurred.
"Hey, what kind of man says he can't? Or does Old Brother Venus look down on me?" Ian Song deliberately pulled a face.
As the saying goes, 'You can't refuse someone who's fed you.' Seeing Ian's change of face, Lord Venus panicked a little and hurriedly said, "Don't misunderstand, little brother! I've got imperial orders from the Jade Emperor. If I drink too much, I'll mess things up. How about we drink next time instead?"
Ian Song waved it off, "So that's what you're worried about? Relax, I've got some pull in the mortal world. Whatever you need, just say the word and I'll have people handle it for you. We can keep drinking, and when we're done, I'll take you somewhere wonderful!"
As he spoke, Ian quietly channeled a bit of Primordial Spirit power, making it easier for Lord Venus to agree without thinking.
Sure enough, Lord Venus burst out laughing, "In that case, I won't be shy. Come, little brother, let me toast you!"
And so, the two went back to drinking heavily.
After another half hour, the floor was littered with dozens more empty bottles. Lord Venus was now completely drunk.
Seeing the timing was right, Ian Song asked directly, "Old Brother, what exactly do you need to do? Just tell me and I'll have my people handle it!"
If he weren't drunk, Lord Venus would never reveal his mission. But now, thoroughly tipsy, he slurred, "The Jade Emperor gave me two tasks. First, to observe changes in the mortal world. Second, to contact the disciples of mountain gods and River Gods down here!"
"Oh, that's easy! I'll have someone prepare a detailed history of the mortal world over the past few centuries for you. As for those minor gods, I'll send people to contact them and have them come visit you themselves!"
"Haha, little brother, you're really thoughtful! Come, let me toast you again!"
"Heh, let's skip the drinks for now. I'm taking you somewhere wonderful next!" Ian Song grinned mischievously.
Ten minutes later, Ian Song supported the swaying Lord Venus into a club in the city, booked a luxury private room, handed a wad of cash to the manager, and whispered instructions in his ear.
"Little brother, where are we? Is this the wonderful place you mentioned?"
Lord Venus sat on the sofa, reeking of alcohol, and asked Ian Song.
"Yep, this is the place!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door. The private room opened, and more than ten scantily clad young women filed in.
Immediately, Lord Venus's eyes glazed over again.
"Old Brother Venus, it's boring for two men to drink alone, so I specially arranged for some girls to join us!" Ian Song waved the women over, then pointed at Lord Venus. "Take good care of this gentleman—there's a big reward in it for you!"
As he spoke, Ian Song slapped a pile of cash on the table—at least a million yuan. "Split this among yourselves!"
Instantly, the girls' eyes lit up and they swarmed around Lord Venus.
In no time, Lord Venus was surrounded by a crowd of beauties.
Ian Song quietly cast a subtle spell into Lord Venus's body, then slipped out of the room.
"Sir, would you like me to arrange some girls for you too?"
The manager hurried over when he saw Ian, eager to please.
"No need for me," Ian Song waved him off.
Though this was just a small city, the club manager was sharp enough to recognize Ian's extraordinary aura, even though his real face was hidden.
Soon, indecent noises drifted from the private room. Ian Song smiled, asked the manager to prepare a tea room, and went there to drink tea.