By using Bewitching Heart Technique to control Jing Rui, Yun Liu also gained some understanding of the Hehuan Banner demon women.
Aside from their usual fighting and killing with the Heavenly Concord Alliance, these fallen demonic cultivators had their own ways of life—dabbling in shady business when bored, cultivating while earning side income lying down.
Their days were surprisingly comfortable.
One could only say their operations were quite extensive.
The False Holy Son sat high in the Land of Tenderness, overlooking the Silver Sparrow Terrace.
The dazzling sights left him awestruck.
Tonight’s theme was exotic foreign flair.
On the left, silver candlelight danced over the cloud-sleeved stage, where fluttering beauties in flight performed—a lead dancer, likely the famed Red Sparrow.
The dancing girl wore a multi-colored beaded gauze dress, her face half-veiled in sheer fabric, her movements seductive and hazy.
Her hot, alluring dance exposed her slender waist and navel, welcoming drinkers with a smiling allure.
On the right, the Silver Seat on the loft exuded a different kind of elegance.
The Green Sparrows, wrapped tightly and exuding refined grace, were like noble young ladies.
Green Sparrows were versatile, with long sleeves and graceful moves, playing the zither and flute, reciting poetry, and discussing cultivation with passing noble guests.
Even in philosophical debate, they never dampened the mood.
“Truly decadent!”
Yun Liu marveled at the demonic cult’s business prowess—a literal money tree.
Who would have thought such a poisonous tumor had taken root so deeply in the dynasty, festering for so long?
This den of indulgence was filled with oppressive sounds, alluring skeletons draining life essence at every turn—utterly…
Irresistible!
“I let my guard down. Why are the villain benefits better than Shanhai Pavilion? If I’d known, I’d have defected right away, dragged Ji Shiyu and Xiao Xinran to the demonic side, made them Dinglu, and maybe even become a Holy Son myself.”
Yun Liu slapped his forehead, grumbling inwardly.
If it were him, he’d call over a row of shy Green Sparrows, close the door, and have them sing and dance, with hungry Red Sparrows playing music on the side—the taste of forbidden pleasure would surely be unique.
As for Jing Rui, the Hall of Ecstasy Master, she was even more special.
Many came just to spend a night with the famed madam, but not everyone could become a Black Crow Lady’s honored guest.
What exactly did the Silver Sparrow do?
When the dance ended, guests lingered on the bare legs of the dancers.
The lights suddenly dimmed, and silence fell.
Jing Rui kicked a silver lamp, her enchanting figure stepping onto the stage, drawing all eyes.
“Tonight’s invited guests are all old patrons of Rui’er. I’m sure you’ve heard—a new Flower Queen has arrived at Silver Sparrow Terrace, officially open for business. I believe you’ve all been waiting. As usual, let’s serve the first course!”
Jing Rui clapped.
A tall figure descended lightly onto the stage, landing gracefully in high-heeled combat boots.
The woman was clad in silver battle armor, gray hair cascading over her shoulders, holding a long spear—like a female general.
She was fully armed, strikingly beautiful, with a shapely figure—her ornate armor was slightly hollowed and clearly designed for easy removal, a refined prop meant to enhance the warrior image.
How provocative!
Guests around the hall felt their blood heat up, craning their necks for a better look.
Unfortunately, the woman wore a half-face silver mask, revealing only part of her delicate face and sorrowful eyes.
Even so, it was clear she was a beauty of the highest order.
So the new Flower Queen of Silver Sparrow Terrace was indeed a grand dish on her debut.
Yun Liu’s smile was playful—he was also curious.
Jing Rui was truly a master of hunger marketing.
“This Silver Sparrow’s identity is extraordinary—a Golden Core Cultivator of Varlun Kingdom and Sect Master of Wuling, Lin Shu. Rui’er worked hard to acquire her, and spent a whole year personally training her before daring to present her!”
Jing Rui revealed the Flower Queen’s identity before all—it was a captured female general of an enemy nation, sending shockwaves through the crowd.
In the past, Silver Sparrows were either fallen noble daughters or exotic slave women purchased from foreign lands, each offering customers a novel experience.
Who knew this time it was a powerful physical cultivator, defeated and captured?
Truly dangerous and thrilling!
Lin Shu pressed her full lips together, trembling in shame, tears glimmering, but her cultivation was sealed and her limbs shackled.
She’d already suffered the consequences of resistance countless times.
At Jing Rui’s cold gaze, the tall Silver Sparrow spun a silver spear with light steps, striving to display her worth as a luxury item.
Her supple form danced in elegant arcs, mastering even the most difficult poses. Martial cultivation had been transformed by Silver Sparrow Terrace into a tool for entertainment.
“Rest assured, everyone—I’ve checked. General Lin is pure, her qi sea sealed, incapable of harming anyone… unless, of course, the guest specifically requests it.”
Jing Rui teased gently.
The crowd burst into wicked laughter. Someone was bound to enjoy being trampled under high-heeled boots.
Compared to Green and Red Sparrows, Silver Sparrows were more exotic—and far more expensive.
The barbed Flower Queen was now for sale, and the atmosphere grew heated—many wanted to claim the first night, a prize worth a fortune.
A battlefield master now traded on a different stage.
The mere thought of her riding a warhorse, charging through armies, sent the city’s elite wild with excitement.
Yun Liu’s expression turned strange.
Sect Master of Wuling, an early Golden Core physical cultivator—why was it her?
Isn’t this the Bulldozer Princess from the harem?
In the game, the protagonist never openly visited a brothel, but during the Shengyu Festival, he ransomed Lin Shu in public, saving her from misery and earning his first loyal subordinate.
“Does the master like this Silver Sparrow?”
At some point, Jing Rui had returned to the secret chamber, marketing her latest product.
“Ah? Hmm, not bad.”
Yun Liu paused, not planning to interfere.
Mostly because he doubted Ji Shiyu had the spare cash for a heroic rescue right now.
Originally, Lin Shu was to be presented by Jing Rui to Prince of Four Domains Pan Yi, to win his favor.
But words can be twisted by listeners—Jing Rui thought the Holy Son’s eyes had gone wide with desire, and immediately changed her plan.
Accompanying the Hall of Ecstasy Master into the secret chamber was a silent attendant—a key figure in the Black Crow Usurpation, and the long-legged girl Yun Liu felt most protective of.
After days apart, Jing Tan’er, who’d escaped the palace, had changed.
Her aura was deeper, her gaze more mature—as if she’d grown overnight.
Her father had died before her eyes.
To protect Zhusheng, she’d been forced to work with her enemy—the pain in her heart was unimaginable.
As Yun Liu looked at Jing Tan’er, she looked back at him, her gaze gentler, as if she had many things to say.
“Mr. Yun.”
“Mm, is it done?”
“Mission accomplished. The most troublesome now is the Northern Lord.”
The two knelt, bowing in the Sacred Fire Rite to greet the Holy Son.
“Rest assured. Our people have taken control of the city defense army. After the Shengyu Festival, when we enter the Royal Court, even wings won’t let them fly!”
Jing Rui clenched her fists, eyes gleaming with excitement.
She still dreamed of becoming Empress, hoping her substitute could retire honourably in a few years, never realizing that once Jing Tan’er took power, her venomous aunt would be the first to be ground to ashes.
Jing Tan’er sneered coldly inside.
Suddenly, a sound came from outside the secret chamber—Two Heavy Two Light Knock, followed by a brief cough.
“Prince Pan has arrived.”
Jing Rui quickly stood to welcome him.
Jing Tan’er calmly moved to Yun Liu’s side, snuggling obediently against her master’s chest, playing the role of a fake princess.
A lecherous young man entered—mediocre cultivation, but protected by powerful artifacts, immune to enchantment.
Pan Yi had no great ambitions, easily controlled, uninterested in power struggles, preferring to stay safe and comfortable.
He represented many neutral factions within the dynasty—doing nothing was better than picking the wrong side.
This secret meeting aimed to win over the East County’s neutrals.
If both sides joined forces, the upright and other factions couldn’t cause trouble.
“Oh, Rui’er said there was a surprise, so I rushed here to Silver Sparrow Terrace!”
Pan Yi burst into the chamber, stripping in excitement, thinking his turn had finally come.
Jing Rui, the big tease, had talked for so long without acting—now, wasn’t she finally giving herself to him?
“Cough, cough.”
Jing Rui coughed.
Only then did Pan Yi notice two others in the chamber.
The white-robed youth looked familiar—none other than the famed East Extreme Pavilion Master of Feather City—and the other was Jing Tan’er.
Weren’t these two always at odds?
“P-Princess!?”
Pan Yi’s scalp tingled. Timid as a mouse, he tried to flee.
“Do not fear, Prince Pan. Allow me to introduce you—Mr. Yun is an ally, and the real princess is still in the palace!”
Jing Rui grabbed the trembling prince, pointing to the lovely girl beside her.
“So… you’re not… Tan’er?”
Pan Yi looked up in shock, just as Jing Tan’er straightened, sneering with cold eyes.
“If you don’t need your eyes, donate them to someone who does. Can’t even recognize me? I suppose you don’t want to be a prince anymore!”
“Ah?”
Pan Yi was utterly lost.
With two identical princesses, how was he supposed to tell them apart?
Jing Rui’s soothing voice whispered in his ear, finally making him smile.
“Such resemblance… how astonishing?”
“Rest easy, Prince Pan. Everything is within mine and Mr. Yun’s calculations. Once we swap identities during the Shengyu Festival, our plan will be complete.”
“And let me tell you—the death of Jing Yan is real and certain. You’re a clever man. You should know who the true ruler is!”
With that, Jing Rui produced a King’s Seal Ring—the token Jing Tan’er had removed.
“What!?”
Pan Yi’s face turned pale, shocked beyond words. He’d never imagined the old monarch would fall so soon.
Now, even if he wanted to stay neutral, he had no choice.
True or false aside, the palace princess was weak and isolated, while this imposter was different—backed by the Black Crow Faction and Shanhai Pavilion, a lie could become truth.
With a few sharp words, Jing Rui combined threat and promise, offering part of the northern territory as a reward, convincing this fence-sitter to grit his teeth and join.
Most delicate of all—even knowing the imposter’s plot, the true princess could only endure, unable to publicly announce the old king’s death during the Shengyu Festival—doing so would plunge the kingdom into chaos.
The proud little niece was likely cowering in the palace now.
The thought made Jing Rui laugh.
When the master subdued the Vermilion Bird, she’d be trained into a Dinglu slave, never to rise again.
Jing Tan’er also watched the pawn’s performance, winning more support for herself, but inside, her sneer deepened.
She had no intention of letting Jing Rui die easily—that would be too merciful for this venomous woman!
Yun Liu took it all in, finding it highly entertaining.
The plan to swap sun and moon was meticulous and flawless—even a coward like Pan Yi had to give a thumbs up after hearing it.
After all, Yun Liu had simply copied the Black Crow Usurpation, setting up both sides—how could it not be rock-solid?