“What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, the Princess will hold it up. I’ve already decided—we’ll put everything on Jing Tan’er’s tab tonight. Hehe.”
Xiao Xinran laughed in exasperation.
“Do you have any shame?”
“What’s shame? Can you eat it?”
The two little girls bickered softly, following the welcoming attendant up to the second floor, instantly captivated by the extravagant sights inside.
Ao Tian was giggling strangely. As soon as he entered, he felt something was off.
The Silver Sparrow Terrace was filled with beauties, a lively feast for the eyes.
How was this the Nan Tong Club? This was obviously the Demon Lair Chicken House!
The scariest part was the threads of demonic energy hidden beneath the seductive charm of these women. Most of them were wicked Demon Sect cultivators—no match for the Feng Ling Eyes.
Ao Tian blinked, not acting rashly, more or less guessing what someone was here to do.
Yun Gongzi was careless and fell right into the enemy’s trap, clearly planning to give the Demon Sect a taste of their own medicine.
“Good grief, that idiot at the door dared to scam me. Isn’t this place full of women!?”
Ji Shiyu’s starry eyes sparkled, her grin so wide it nearly split her face, feeling oddly at home.
A passing dancer, boldly dressed and flirtatious, brushed her cheek before darting away with a laugh—even more daring than the rowdy senior sisters on Rosy Cloud Peak.
A high-class Rosy Fragrance Pavilion?
Xiao Xinran covered her face, avoiding the dazzling women as if they were poisonous snakes, hiding far away for fear of being recognized.
How did it come to this?
If Qin Sister found out they were cross-dressing and wandering around a brothel in the middle of the night, where would they put their faces?
“A pleasure house isn’t a place for decent women. If I find out you lied to me, I’ll peel your Ji skin off when we get back!”
“Ah, this is a brothel? Why didn’t you say so earlier!”
“Would it have mattered if I did!?”
Ji Shiyu covered her mouth, suddenly realizing something, but her first reaction was annoyance.
Teacher sure knows how to enjoy life. But why go to a brothel without me!?
Fortunately, she wasn’t much of a proper woman either, so with nothing to lose, she lowered her voice and called a maid over to bring food and wine.
Since she was here, she might as well enjoy herself.
The luck radar had quieted down, indicating they were indeed close to Yun Liu.
Ji Shiyu enjoyed the lively entertainment and ate heartily, making the meal all the more satisfying.
“I really doubt you’re not just following your nose because you’re hungry. How could the Young Master be in a place like this!”
“Why not? Teenage boys are at their most curious. With a peerless beauty like me at his side—one he can only look at, not touch—teacher must be suffering a lot.”
“Stop being smug. The Young Master looks at a stalk of medicinal herb with more affection than at you.”
Ji Shiyu cupped her face and burped, earning endless eye-rolls from Xiao Xinran.
What a great place—pretty girls, good food. She’d have to come often.
The two “Young Masters” were both handsome, but as soon as they entered, all they did was eat and ignored the girls.
Especially the blond one—good-looking but clearly a starving ghost reincarnated.
Even the Silver Sparrow Terrace attendants were left speechless.
Ao Tian, uncharacteristically, kept quiet, surprised.
This silly child, Shiyu, was becoming more unusual lately.
Normally quick-tongued, but when facing real women, she showed no interest.
Even her favorite Xinran and Qin Yao barely drew her attention now.
Could it be…
No way…
Probably… not, right?
“Where is he?”
Xiao Xinran’s face was stern. She waited a long time, but nothing happened.
Ji Shiyu looked around but didn’t find their target, scratching her head awkwardly.
Could the luck radar be malfunctioning?
“Don’t, don’t worry. Maybe he’s in a private room handling business and will come out once he’s done.”
“Impossible! Xiao Yun isn’t that kind of person!”
Xiao Xinran glared at Ji Shiyu.
The lights suddenly dimmed.
Following the direction of the silver lamps, they saw Jing Rui take the stage.
Their eyes met, both growing serious.
“Why is it her?”
This seductive old woman was bad news.
Qin Sister said the fake Princess’s schemes were probably her doing.
They needed to test her.
So the Silver Sparrow Terrace was under Madam Black Crow’s control—no wonder it was so filthy and corrupt.
The two fake Young Masters didn’t find Yun Liu, but instead witnessed the darkest side of Yudu with their own eyes.
A living person, bound in chains, was displayed on stage like a prize, marked with a price to satisfy the desires of the powerful.
Female general Lin Shu wielded her spear numbly, obeying orders like a puppet, her spirit and body both worn to the limit.
“What a cool big sister… how pitiful.”
Ji Shiyu murmured, her eyes filled with pity at the scene, unable to even joke.
The Wuling Sect was just a vassal of the small Varlun Kingdom, with no backing.
Defeat meant a tragic fate.
“Oh—A Jindan Stage cultivator, decent foundation. With proper training, she could reach Nascent Soul, but what a waste to turn her into a plaything. Of course, in the eyes of these people, it only adds to their desire for conquest.”
Ao Tian shook his head.
This young general was different from the hidden demon cultivators here, but unfortunately powerless.
The money Shiyu made on the Path of Alchemy barely covered the expenses of keeping it and her own Buddha statue!
“Unforgivable! This is nothing but forcing good people into prostitution!”
Xiao Xinran slammed the table, filled with righteous anger at Jing Rui.
“Exactly!”
Ji Shiyu squinted and grinned wickedly, waving for a maid.
“Go tell your boss that the flower queen Lin is reserved by our Young Master Xiao tonight. She won’t be accompanying anyone else, no matter the cost!”
The maid’s eyes lit up—so they were big spenders—and hurried off to report, announcing the name of the Xiao Family.
Silver Sparrows were meant to be sold—their first night priceless, going to the highest bidder.
This time, Xiao Xinran didn’t object to the little blond’s decision.
Seeing an innocent girl harmed by evildoers, how could a disciple of Shenhwa stand by?
Soon, the pretty maid returned, looking troubled.
“My apologies, Young Masters. The Silver Sparrow is reserved elsewhere tonight. Perhaps you’d prefer another sister?”
“I want her!”
Xiao Xinran stood up abruptly, unable to stand this filthy place any longer, and grabbed her sword to go downstairs and take the girl herself.
“Eh? Wait, Xinran, what are you doing!”
Ji Shiyu and Ao Tian hurried after her.
How could this fiery girl be even more impulsive than a teenage boy?
Clang!
Before everyone’s eyes, the “red-clad youth” leaped onto the stage, slashing apart Lin Jie’s shackles with a single sword, and took her hand, pulling her away under the flower queen’s stunned gaze.
The Black Crow guards of Silver Sparrow Terrace immediately surrounded them, faces grim.
“Young Master Xiao, what is the meaning of this?”
“I know the rules. I’ll buy Lin’s freedom. An Heirloom Spirit Vein should be more than enough, right?”
Xiao Xinran pursed her lips, tossing a Storage Bag over.
Miss Xiao couldn’t afford a Heaven-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, but for justice, she could risk a scolding from her father.
“Hiss.”
Ji Shiyu winced, remembering her own wasteful ways.
You never know the value of money until you manage a household, sister.
But was General Lin really worth that much?
Body Cultivators were the cheapest labor on the slave market.
Lin Shu, at Jindan Stage, was worth about the same as an ordinary defensive third-grade magical treasure—hardly cost-effective.