Yun Liu remained calm, often drinking tea with Canghai and White Whale, discussing the tempestuous scenery of the vast sea archipelago.
The two Island Lords warmly invited him, hoping Mr. Yun would visit the Penghu Archipelago as a guest—a boundless world belonging to outland cultivators.
Yun Liu could see that Qin Cha was greatly tempted; perhaps after matters here were settled, he could go with Sister Qin to his own little island for a honeymoon?
The East Extreme Pavilion Master was outwardly neutral and orderly, not interfering in the conflicts between righteous and demonic paths or worldly affairs, but secretly abused authority, manipulating, deceiving, and using the intelligence network of East Pole Province to help Jing Rui and Jing Tan’er stabilize the situation, walking the gray areas.
Yu Steward’s bottom line was clear: as long as it didn’t harm company interests or affect Shanhai Pavilion’s reputation, you could do as you pleased.
As the Shengyu Festival approached, Yu Steward delivered an invitation.
Madam Black Crow’s invitation exuded a faint fragrance; the location was Silver Sparrow Terrace, a famous pleasure venue in the Zhusheng Dynasty’s Yudu, a den of gold and debauchery.
Moreover, it specifically emphasized: no family members allowed!
Something was fishy…
Yun Liu’s spirits lifted.
He glanced toward the sleeping quarters, specially instructing Shadow to watch the fake princess carefully, then happily set off to roam the brothel.
Coincidentally, Sister Qin was refining Foundation Stabilizing Pills, accumulating experience and trying to explore the path of elixir cultivation alone.
What kind of status did the East Extreme Pavilion Master have?
Even while visiting Yudu, he politely declined numerous invitations from aristocratic families and sects, showing no interest in foreign tributes or mundane worldly goods.
But Silver Sparrow Terrace was different; the silver-haired sparrows within were said to be stunningly beautiful and talented, well-known even in the Divine Radiance Sect, and it was no exaggeration to call it heaven on earth.
To be honest, Yun had been raised by a control-obsessed demoness and had never set foot in a brothel from childhood to adulthood.
It was a rare opportunity to shake off a few tailing bodyguards and explore a new world out of curiosity.
Yun Liu climbed out the window and slipped away, notifying Old Geng, not even bringing his personal dead soldier.
Silver Sparrow Terrace was right at the east entrance of the bustling street, lively and blatant, clearly with a powerful backer.
Yinzuo Treasure Pavilion was like a glazed lantern illuminating the east gate; from the outside, it even had a hint of sanctity, with no trace of vulgarity.
So, here’s the question—how could he act like a regular patron?
Stay calm!
Must stay calm!
Yun Liu looked left and right, pretending to be casual, but as he was about to step onto the terrace, two burly turtle-servants stopped him.
“May I ask your distinguished name, young master? Do you have a reservation?”
“A reservation?”
“Of course. Silver Sparrow Terrace isn’t a place you can enter as you please—even ordinary Green Sparrows have to queue for half a year just to meet one.”
Half a year!?
Yun Liu didn’t understand a thing about Green Sparrows or White Sparrows.
Even in games, as the protagonist, he had never enjoyed such privileges—did silver-haired sparrows have different ranks too?
The two attendants looked at the plainly dressed youth as if he were a lunatic desperate for a woman, until he produced the Black Crow’s invitation.
“So you are the Madam’s guest! Please come in, young master!”
The turtle-servant’s face broke into a smile.
Yun Liu ascended the steps expressionless.
Even a fake Holy Son who had faced the Soul Capturing Banner Master without fear felt a bit nervous now—should he go through the process, select a sparrow princess, or directly order chicken?
The Silver Terrace hall was elegantly decorated.
On the first floor, musicians and dancers performed, each beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
The surrounding guests indulged in drunken pleasures, forgetting all worries.
As soon as he entered, a woman in a black dress descended the stairs with a charming smile, fragrant as she approached—like a madam of the house.
Jing Rui, her voluptuous figure swaying, bowed to the white-robed youth.
The guests enjoying music and dance throughout the building were shocked—who could make Madam Black Crow serve in person?
“Lord Holy Son, you really fooled me! So you had other intentions when you left the Divine Radiance group alone on the Golden Crow!”
Jing Rui pulled Yun Liu upstairs, whispering with a trace of grievance.
It seemed that Jing Tan’er’s decoy, sent with the Demonic Sect, had brought not only the good news of the former king’s death but also gave the Hall of Ecstasy’s master peace of mind, revealing someone above was involved.
Outside, there were substitutes supporting puppets; inside, the Holy Son controlled his true body remotely—everything was under control!
“Is the Holy Son a title for you to call?”
Yun Liu sneered.
Jing Rui broke into a cold sweat, afraid to get carried away.
How dare she use charm arts on the Bright Sovereign—it was only right she became a mind slave!
“Your servant misspoke. Saint…master, please forgive me.”
The two reached the third-floor tearoom.
Jing Rui activated a mechanism, revealing a hidden chamber behind.
The view here was excellent, offering the best angle to appreciate the stage performance and a full view of the surrounding compartments.
It also had an isolation array, ensuring absolute safety, perfect for private meetings.
There were several seats in the secret room—were they planning to make a move?
Yun Liu sat confidently in the main seat and just learned from Jing Rui that this place was Madam Black Crow’s industry.
Not only in East Pole Province and the Zhusheng Dynasty—every major city in the Nine Provinces had Demonic Sect hall masters operating Silver Sparrow Terraces, serving as the liaison “silver” nests of the Hehuan Banner.
Upon hearing this, Yun Liu looked at the kneeling female slave at his feet with a somewhat “gentle” gaze.
Not bad, not bad—he didn’t expect an extra surprise from taking down a minor villain.
As the boss of the sparrows’ bosses, couldn’t he just stay in the silver nest and freeload forever?
It seemed even more comfortable than the Shanhai Pavilion office.
“Is the master satisfied with this place? From now on, Silver Sparrow Terrace is yours!”
Jing Rui prostrated herself, biting her lip as she swore loyalty.
She was now tied to the Holy Son; even if she had to betray the Hehuan Banner Master, her loyalty was unwavering.
Yun Liu scratched his head.
Interesting—could there really be a succubus café in the cultivation world?
Wait a minute—did he just become the boss of the brothel?
“Please wait a moment, master. The other esteemed guests have yet to arrive. Would you like me to introduce my sisters first? From now on, everyone here depends on you.”
Alright, alright—who cares about that bunch of self-destructive rebels?
The main course had finally arrived!
Yun Liu replied with a noncommittal “Mm,” finally able to indulge his villainous side after so long.
“Do you prefer Green Sparrows or Red Sparrows? There’s only one Silver Sparrow for now—she was meant for another purpose, but if you like, you have priority.”
“What are those?”
Yun Liu was confused.
Jing Rui smiled gently and explained patiently.
The Eight Banners of the Holy Sect each had their specialties.
Lord Holy Son’s undercover work in the Sword Sect meant he was likely from the Soul Capturing Banner, skilled in deception and mental arts, while Hehuan Banner disciples served as the sect’s eyes and ears.
A Green Sparrow was a pure entertainer, selling art but not body, while Red Sparrows were powerful, battle-hardened experts, masters of all forms of combat behind closed doors.
Jing Rui’s explanation was straightforward—one was the sect’s greenhorn flower vase, the other a formidable combatant.
But as long as Lord Holy Son commanded, all would offer themselves to the sacred flame, whether clerks or warriors, stepping in for a duel if needed.
“I see. Then what about the Silver Sparrow?”
“Hehe, you’ll understand when you see her, master.”
Jing Rui kept her kneeling posture and quietly withdrew from the chamber—truly the top of the service industry.
Yun Liu looked around.
The girls here were just like the dancing musicians he’d seen on the Treasure Ship—demonesses nurtured by the Hehuan Banner since childhood, each more alluring than the last.