Chapter 1594: Chapter 839: Shameless Couple The dense fog filled with the aura of the Evil God! It was very similar to the sinister mist that had enveloped the small fishing village before. Mo Hua felt a faint sense within him that the thing he desired was getting closer and closer. Lurking within the dense fog spreading over Mistwater River, there might very well be an altar hidden. Moreover, this aura was much more intense than the altars at the Bi Mountain Demon Cavern and the fishing village’s River God Temple. This altar was definitely extraordinary! Mo Hua’s eyes brightened slightly, and he felt a faint sense of anticipation in his heart. Yet, at the same time, a sense of warning grew within him, as if something "terrifying" was hidden within the fog, inside the altar, bringing with it some unknown danger. "What could it be..." Mo Hua frowned slightly. The Spirit Boat continued to sail deeper into the dense fog, surrounded by an inescapable darkness, oppressive in its gloominess. After a long while, the Spirit Boat came to a halt. The dense fog seemed to have thinned a bit. However, Mo Hua’s Divine Soul began to stir restlessly, as though something was continuously provoking the desires deep within his heart. This provocation was extremely subtle, and if not for Mo Hua’s practice with the Soul-Shocking Sword and Blood Prison Pupil Skill, and his sensing of the Life Soul and Seven Souls, he might not have detected this subtle change on the level of the Divine Soul. "The fog has thinned, but the desire has intensified." "The dense fog on the outside is to prevent people from spying..." "While this inner fog, though seeming thin, secretly entices people’s ’desires’, making them excited..." Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened slightly. After the Spirit Boat stopped, there was no movement outside. After a moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door and whispered: "Honored Guest, please close the door and do not go outside." Mo Hua glanced at Ye Hong, who also frowned, feeling puzzled. It was his first time here as well, having no idea about the rules of the Rouge Boat or what secrets it harbored. "Let’s wait in the room for now and observe quietly..." Mo Hua suggested. "Alright." Ye Hong nodded. After another moment, the sound of water arose outside again, sparse and scattered, moving from a distance to close by. It seemed other boats were approaching, and then came the sound of light footsteps, as if someone had boarded the boat. Mo Hua could faintly perceive a cloying aroma of rouge, suggesting that a group of women had boarded the boat. Simultaneously, there were light and seductive voices floating around, rising and falling, captivating the heart. Mo Hua frowned, knowing in his heart that the "business" of the Rouge Boat had likely begun... After another 30 minutes, the sounds outside ceased. Then someone knocked on the door again, saying, "Thank you for your patience, you may start dining now." The person outside only uttered this sentence before leaving, then knocked on the next door, repeating the same, "Thank you for your patience, you may start dining now." Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Everyone left their rooms and headed toward the hall. Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then said to Ye Hong, "I’ll go and see, you... just stay here for now, don’t go out." Although Ye Hong was at the Foundation Establishment Peak, this level of cultivation was virtually meaningless on the Rouge Boat. Moreover, his demeanor showed clearly that he had spent many years handling family affairs, rarely engaging in combat as a leisurely Elder, with limited experience and means in battle. Not to mention, he carried the vendetta of his children, his emotions were entangled, and if he encountered any situation, he might not be able to control his emotions and act calmly. Therefore, it was better for him to stay in the cabin and not go out. Carrying the vendetta of his children, Ye Hong was reluctant to remain behind, but he was not reckless; knowing that he knew very little about the situation, blindly probing might backfire and ruin everything, so he clenched his jaw and, bowing to Mo Hua, said: "Then... I rely on you, young master." Ye Hong gave Mo Hua a deep bow. Mo Hua nodded, then composed his breath, and slowly opened the room door. As soon as the door opened, a wave of rouge aroma wafted over, mingling with the dense fog, entwined with the desires within the mist, making it almost irresistible. Mo Hua, through inner examination with his Divine Sense, held his breath and guarded his heart, discarding all distractions, which finally suppressed the worldly allure and cleansed his heart. There were already many people outside, gathered in groups of threes and fours, heading towards the hall. Dressed as a servant, Mo Hua silently followed them. The cultivators along the way, stirred by desire, were too preoccupied to notice Mo Hua. Before reaching the hall, he could faintly hear the sound of music and dance. After walking a bit longer, as he entered the hall, Mo Hua looked up and saw that the place where there was a stage performance during the day now featured a different show. A group of gorgeously dressed women, veiled and wearing thin garments, danced gracefully to the music of strings. Beneath the thin veils, their bodies, white as snow, were faintly visible. The people in the hall, their gazes greedy, watched in a trance. Mo Hua stared absentmindedly for a moment, then felt somewhat bored. This was it? Not properly dressed, acting flirtatiously, what was there to see? Mo Hua shook his head. Since he was in the hall, naturally he needed to observe the situation. Mo Hua continued to act as a servant, holding his breath and standing quietly in a corner, occasionally serving tea or pouring wine, without seeming at all out of place. The hall was noisy and crowded, chaotic enough that no one could see through his disguise. Mo Hua observed quietly like this. After watching for a while, he started to discern some patterns. This was a "business", and the women on stage were "wares". The so-called music and dance were just means of self-presentation for the wares. As wares, they naturally had different grades. The women on stage were divided into ranks, with different "worth" and serving different cultivators. Mo Hua wasn’t sure if they were all truly coerced. With just a few glances, Mo Hua could only roughly assess that some of the women were indeed forced.