Volume One, Chapter 56: The Drunken Immortal Pavilion

Rubbing the fox’s head, Su Cheng turned and sat back in the audience. The surrounding cultivators couldn’t help but cast a few more admiring glances at this seemingly ordinary yet handsome man.

“Is this the sect leader of the Lingxian Hall?”

“If a disciple is this formidable, the sect leader’s strength must be exceptional.”

“Then Ye Qinghan isn’t a good person either, and this sect leader isn’t much better!”

Su Cheng had long grown accustomed to the mixed whispers around him, no longer taking them to heart.

On the other side, Ye Qinghan, having received her master’s teachings, was now profoundly enlightened. As a daughter-in-law of the Su family, this was naturally an indispensable part of her cultivation.

With a humble demeanor but skilful methods, she now regarded her master with renewed reverence. Indeed, her master was truly perceptive—how else could one play the fool to catch the tiger?

Even when facing the weak Pingyun Sect, her master always prepared meticulous plans, leaving no room for the opponent to breathe.

Such was her master’s steadiness.

Even confronted by Cheng Liang, who sought to kill her master, she could disappear into the depths like a dragon, patiently awaiting the right moment. Who could underestimate such profound strategy?

Looking at herself, she felt so far behind her master—her cultivation so shallow! No wonder her master always treated her like a child, lacking any subtlety!

She would get angry over a few words; let alone Shangguan Rou, she couldn’t even tolerate a single Dongfang Jue. How embarrassing!

Alas, the so-called great disciple still needed her master’s personal guidance for such matters!

An incense stick’s time passed, yet the disciples of the Liu family failed to appear. Ye Qinghan understood—they feared her.

The elder announced Ye Qinghan’s victory. The saying “the taller the tree, the stronger the wind” applied perfectly. Her master’s advice was flawless from any perspective.

While Ye Qinghan felt there was nothing wrong with this, making enemies everywhere clearly contradicted her master’s low-profile nature.

That afternoon, Su Cheng planned to rest, while Ye Qinghan went out to play with Dongfang Jue and Li Shiyao.

If it were someone else, Shi Mingyi might have been uneasy, but now, with Ye Qinghan helping to care for the child, he was delighted to have peace and quiet!

However, if Shi Mingyi knew where the two elder sisters were taking the Holy Maiden to play, he would never agree, even if beaten to death!

“I’m rich, change, change! What kind of merchandise is this? Trying to fool me?”

At Drunken Spring Pavilion, Dongfang Jue and her companions disguised as men, selecting beauties like contestants in a pageant. Dongfang Jue appeared to be a regular customer, well acquainted with the place.

In the most luxurious private room, Dongfang Jue lounged with her legs crossed, nestled in a girl’s soft embrace, scrutinizing the women at the door like a general reviewing troops. Yet none satisfied her.

“Bring me the head courtesan! Madam, don’t try to fool me with these mediocre women!”

As she spoke, Dongfang Jue slapped today’s pocket money on the table along with a heavy token symbolizing her status. Ye Qinghan didn’t recognize it; Li Shiyao didn’t care, but the madam’s expression clearly changed.

“Oh my, General!”

“If you anger me, I’ll burn this Drunken Spring Pavilion to the ground!”

“Don’t, don’t!” The madam was terrified. This token was no ordinary trinket. Though she didn’t know Dongfang Jue, she had seen such a token before.

Ye Qinghan wore a look of disbelief. If her master knew she was visiting a brothel, she wondered what expression she would show…

Li Shiyao was full of wonder—it was her first time in such a place. There were delicious foods! Music to listen to! Beautiful ladies! Such a fun place, she couldn’t believe she had never been before!

Before long, the madam pulled “reinforcements” from elsewhere to the room where Dongfang Jue sat, and the three were surrounded by ladies.

Pinching the head courtesan’s delicate face, Dongfang Jue appraised her honestly—she was rather ordinary.

After all, these three were rare beauties in this world. By their standards, no flower could truly compete.

If it was about seducing men, the fox spirit would rank second—who dared claim first? Just standing there, Sister Qinghan could easily captivate the majority of men.

If purity and grace were the measure, who could rival the Holy Maiden? Li Shiyao was pure from head to toe, as if the word “noble” was engraved on her very soul.

As for Dongfang Jue, being a boy visiting a brothel, he simply wished to compose poetry, drink, and enjoy himself with his sisters.

“Master, I’ll feed you~”

The head courtesan, named Litchi, held a litchi fruit between her ruby lips, leaning close to Dongfang Jue’s face.

“Master, do you want the litchi in my hand? Or the one in my mouth? Or perhaps this naughty Litchi herself?”

Dongfang Jue smiled like a cunning minister, reaching out to encircle Litchi’s slender waist, pulling her into his embrace to tease her thoroughly.

“Master wants it all!”

Dongfang Jue was surrounded on all sides, one lady astride him—how joyful!

“Alright, alright! It’s you then!”

Ye Qinghan smiled. Since they were out to have fun, they might as well enjoy themselves. After all, they were all girls! What could go wrong?

She took one hand each of Li Shiyao and a dancing girl, joining the playful scene.

“Hey! Shiyao’s here to eat good food, not to work!”

“Doesn’t matter!”

Amidst the music and dance, the madam arranged seven girls to serve the three “masters.”

But poor Li Shiyao seemed to have come to work while her two elder sisters were just here to play.

Pulled by Sister Qinghan to drink, chased by Dongfang Jue for kisses—

“Hey! Don’t tear Shiyao’s clothes!”

“Shiyao can’t take it! Really can’t! I can’t drink anymore!”

The two “masters” blindfolded, grabbing beauties all over the room. Li Shiyao cowered behind the other girls, trembling—if caught, she’d have to undress!

At this point, she was down to her undergarment and inner chest wrap.

Litchi was also a bit stunned. Was the blonde new? She’d never seen her before!

Incredible! This one was not only beautiful but had an edge over herself with delicate, flawless skin.

At first, she wondered why Lord Ye was holding a man. But when Li Shiyao was chased all over by the others, her golden hair came loose.

Well then! An unexpected path!

Little Golden Hair, you look silly and dumb, but you’re not dumb at all!

You even play dress-up! Quite creative!

Litchi silently vowed to teach this newcomer a lesson when she returned.

“Got you!” Dongfang Jue pounced like a ravenous tiger, catching Shiyao and mischievously starting to tear her clothes.

Li Shiyao looked like a frightened fawn, clutching her collar tightly, eyes brimming with tears, pouting in a pitiful way that seemed to invite teasing.

“Great Master, please spare Shiyao, okay?”

Dongfang Jue smirked. That expression clearly begged to be harshly teased, not for mercy.

“Fine, punishment by drinking!” Dongfang Jue pushed a jug of wine toward her…

What could Li Shiyao do now? She couldn’t fight, couldn’t run—might as well drink! Surely not actually undress!

Ye Qinghan and Dongfang Jue, naturally, wouldn’t get drunk from a little wine. But the Holy Maiden was unaccustomed to such things and hadn’t thought to use her inner power to dispel the intoxication.

Just as they were having fun, a shout came from outside.

“Where’s Litchi? Tell her to come out and accompany the young master!”

Dongfang Jue and Ye Qinghan exchanged a glance. Heh heh, just when things were getting dull, someone came to liven it up!