Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

The underground prison of Qi Yun City was full of colorful characters. No one ever knew what sort of formidable figure was locked away in the cell next door.

Perhaps it was a murderous Demon who had once roamed the Outer Sea, or a treasure hunter who had thrived in the Barbaric Wilderness. But of course, the most common inmates were Cultivators who had broken Qi Yun City’s rules.

Fang Qingyuan had no idea what kind of background his fellow inmate had, but that didn’t stop him from making it clear who was in charge of this tiny cell.

Fang Qingyuan had cultivated his Five Elements Undying Body to near perfection. Even though this was a Forbidden Spirit area and restrictions had been placed upon him, his physical constitution remained, and he could still put up a fight.

This was the advantage of being a Body Cultivator. No matter the situation, they always had a bit more confidence to face adversity than other Cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist, stop! I was out of line. I was just joking earlier, please, be merciful!"

After a round of fisticuffs, the bald, dark-skinned, burly man begged for mercy repeatedly. Only then did Fang Qingyuan lower his fists and begin to speak with him calmly.

After a brief chat, an idea struck Fang Qingyuan. It turned out this fierce-looking, dark-skinned man was actually a Perfumer.

The profession of a Perfumer was, of course, not as prestigious as that of a Pill Master, Talisman Master, Array Master, or Artifact Refiner. Still, it was a unique craft, and making a living with it wasn’t difficult.

Compared to Cultivators who had to trade manual labor for Spirit Stones, Perfumers were already held in high regard. After all, specialists like Pill Masters and Array Masters were rare, and most were snapped up by major factions, making them inaccessible to the average Cultivator.

Upon learning the man was a Perfumer, Fang Qingyuan’s mind began to race. His Celestial Sacrifice Altar was still missing Dongzhen Incense. This particular spiritual material was difficult to purchase because it had a very short shelf life. It was almost always made to order for immediate use.

Fang Qingyuan could get it if he waited, of course, but he’d have to swallow his pride, call in some favors, and wait until a Perfumer could squeeze him into their schedule.

’And now, with this freelance Perfumer right here... if he can make Dongzhen Incense, my trip will be a complete success. I won’t have to linger here any longer.’

’Compared to a place like Qi Yun, I much prefer White Mountain. I’m familiar with it, and I have a better handle on things there.’

’Not like this place, where I get thrown in jail just for going out carousing with a new friend.’

’Besides, if I can trick this Perfumer into coming to White Mountain, I’ll have Dongzhen Incense whenever I need it. Otherwise, I’ll have to go through the trouble of finding it all over again when I’m ready for Core Formation.’

’Of course, that’s all assuming this guy actually knows how to make Dongzhen Incense.’

As for whether he could lure the man to White Mountain, Fang Qingyuan looked at his sycophantic smile and felt quite confident. ’He’s ended up in a Qi Yun City jail cell. How well could he possibly be doing on the outside?’

"What’s your name? What are you in for?"

Fang Qingyuan sat authoritatively on the cell’s cot, looking at the burly, dark-skinned man who stood there with a fawning smile. He asked the question calmly.

Hearing this, the man recalled Fang Qingyuan’s mountain-heavy fists. His heart skipped a beat, and he answered quickly,

"My name is Jiuyan, and I make a living here in Qi Yun City as a Perfumer. I’m in here because someone framed me. They said there was a problem with my ’Candle Warm Fragrance.’ The man bought my incense, and who would’ve thought he was so feeble? He up and died on top of a woman, and his family is trying to pin the blame on me. How ridiculous is that?"

"Candle Warm Fragrance? What’s that?"

Fang Qingyuan asked, his curiosity piqued. Jiuyan watched his expression and said hesitantly,

"It’s, uh... for use in the bedroom. To enhance the mood. I swear, I only use top-quality ingredients, none of that other weird stuff. The guy was a regular customer! Why would I want to harm him?"

Fang Qingyuan understood immediately. So, this ’Candle Warm Fragrance’ Jiuyan sold was an aphrodisiac. After one of his regular customers used it, the man died in bed with a woman, and his enraged family reported Jiuyan to the authorities.

Fang Qingyuan studied Jiuyan’s expression. He knew the man wasn’t telling the whole truth; otherwise, the Qi Yun City guards wouldn’t have locked him up.

So, Fang Qingyuan’s expression turned cold. He started staring at Jiuyan without saying a word, putting immense pressure on him.

Fang Qingyuan had been a Sect Leader for over forty years and had killed his fair share of Cultivators in the Outer Sea. Under his intense gaze, Jiuyan began to falter. A moment later, just as beads of sweat were about to drip from his forehead, he finally broke the silence.

"Alright, fine! I didn’t tell you everything. The man asked me to triple the dosage. He insisted on it! Said that after all these years, my ’Candle Warm Fragrance’ wasn’t working as well for him anymore. But I swear, I’ve always sold the same formula! The old coot just built up a tolerance. How is that my fault?"

Fang Qingyuan wasn’t concerned with the details. He was mainly testing Jiuyan’s mental fortitude. It was clear now that the man did not have a strong will.

’It makes sense. A Cultivator with a strong will wouldn’t be peddling aphrodisiac incense and potency drugs. They should have higher aspirations, like striving for excellence on the path of the Incense Dao.’

"So, if I may ask, Fellow Daoist... what are you in for?"

Jiuyan asked, mustering his courage. Fang Qingyuan couldn’t be bothered to answer, but then he thought about recruiting the man later and replied casually,

"Got into a brawl with a friend and was arrested."