The next day, Murong Xuanqiu dragged her two sisters over in a flurry to find Lin Fan, only to discover that he wasn't in his room.
They asked around but got no information. Frustrated, she stomped her foot and then the three of them stopped waiting for him and went shopping together.
"Junior Sister Chu, Junior Sister Qin, this is delicious!"
"Look over here, this thing is so much fun..."
"Huh? That person doesn't have any spiritual power, yet he can conjure things out of thin air. How does he do that?"
On the bustling street, Murong Xuanqiu's exclamations echoed continuously. The dazzling array of goods, food, drinks, and entertainment were all available. Compared to the secluded cultivation of the sect, the temptations of the mortal world were truly overwhelming.
They felt overwhelmed by the sights, and the novelty sparked their thirst for knowledge.
Pedestrians on the street stopped and stared at them. Women of such beauty were rare in Shanhai City, and the appearance of three of them at once was bound to attract attention.
Judging from their attire and demeanor, they didn't seem like ordinary women. They attracted more and more people, quickly causing congestion on the street, making it difficult to move.
Time passed, and Lin Fan returned to the Qin residence. After some inquiries, he learned that Zhuge's eyes lit up when he saw that Lin Fan was still in the residence.
"Junior Brother Lin, what brings you here!" Zhuge said coldly when he saw me.
He was very unhappy. Why did several of his beautiful junior sisters all like this guy?
"Senior brother, I'll take you to Heaven on Earth in Shanhai City, the place men love the most." Lin Fan patted his shoulder and chuckled.
"I'm not going!" Zhuge said when he saw my refusal. If he weren't outmatched, he would have attacked me. I really didn't want to see that face again.
"Senior brother, the willow catkins on the branches are blown away and there are few left, but there are plenty of beautiful grasses everywhere. You've come to the right place with me." Lin Fan practically dragged him away from the Qin residence.
"Dream Immortal Pavilion?" Zhuge saw me looking at the large plaque, his face as black as charcoal.
"Junior Brother Lin, what do you take me for by bringing me to a place like this?" He clenched his fists, turned around and left.
"Hey, senior brother, we're just here to have a drink and listen to some music, we're not doing anything shady!" Lin Fan stopped him and whispered.
"We cultivators cultivate the heart, not the actions. We must be able to take things on and let them go, and we must see through the illusions of the mortal world. If you don't even dare to face this, what kind of cultivation are you doing!"
"As the chief disciples of the Qingxiao Sect, how can we be allowed to visit brothels?" Zhuge saw that I was looking at those flamboyant women with a firm gaze, unmoved.
You may not care about your reputation, but the Qingxiao Sect does. If the sect leader finds out that they went to brothels and drank wine on their very first day in Shanhai City, he'll probably cripple him.
"Then let's not come here, let's go somewhere else, how about just drinking!" Lin Fan led him into the restaurant across the street and booked a private room.
Since he won't go to brothels, let's go to a restaurant instead, a compromise, and he won't have any objections.
Seeing that my expression had relaxed, Zhuge thought to himself that he had vowed to remain chaste for his junior sister Chu, so how could he come to the brothel across the street?
Lin Fan smiled, knowing this show-off's personality. He then clapped his hands, and the door opened gently. Two women walked in, wearing veils. One carried a pipa, and the other carried a yangqin. They bowed slightly to the two men.
"Junior brother, what's this?" Zhuge saw me looking at the two women with curiosity. Their figures were almost identical to Chu Yunying's, and they had a cold temperament. Even their hairstyles and eyes were very similar.
“Just drinking isn’t fun, we should listen to some music. Listening to music in a restaurant makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?” Lin Fan said with a smile.
"They are all artistic troupes I invited, the Jiaofangsi. Have you heard of them? They are the most skilled in music."
Seeing that I did not object, the two women began to play the zither, producing clear and beautiful music.
Lin Fan kept pouring wine into his glass, his smile never faltering.
He added a little something to the wine, so even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't resist its intoxicating effect. When Zhuge saw that I was three parts drunk, he nodded to the two women, who understood his meaning and came over to raise their glasses in a toast.
"Qinghe and Hongshao greet the Immortal Master!"
They sat down next to Zhuge Jianwo, and after toasting me, they cleverly found a topic to talk about. Then, the two of them steered the conversation to their own identities, and suddenly burst into tears, as if they were talking about something sad.
"Why are you crying?" Zhuge asked, seeing my confusion. He was at a loss for words. We were having a nice chat, why are you crying?
Qinghe recounted her visible background, explaining that she had grown up to be beautiful and had caught the eye of local gentry. Her parents were killed in rebellion, and she fled all the way to Shanhai City, eventually ending up in the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment district).
Hong Shao was similar; she recounted how tragic her identity was. She was originally the daughter of a city lord, and her family lived a happy and harmonious life.
However, one day, demonic cultivators appeared in the city and slaughtered the entire city. When she was about to be killed, she was fortunate enough to be saved by a sword cultivator. But she also lost her family and was left all alone, wandering to the Mountain and Sea City.
"Outrageous! These beasts!" Zhuge saw that I couldn't contain my anger and wished he could kill all those thieves.
He recalled Chu Yunying's tragic past, and looked at the two women, feeling deeply moved and filled with pity for them.
Seeing that the time was right, Lin Fan added a tiny bit of seasoning to the wine, which could not be neutralized with spiritual power. He then handed the wine to Zhuge Jianwo, who picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
This drink, while it might ignite his anger, will also keep him sober.
"Junior brother, why do I feel a bit hot?" He was slightly drunk and felt like he was on fire.
"Perhaps my senior brother is drunk and hallucinating!" Lin Fan laughed.
He glanced at the two women, signaling them to hurry up, then got up and quietly left.
To get up there, the two women cried and offered drinks, getting quite dizzy from the alcohol. Perhaps it was their excellent acting skills, or perhaps it was the emotional resonance of those suffering people, but he pulled the two women aside and poured out his grievances.
He talked about how painful his unrequited love had been over the years, how Chu Yunying had never taken him to heart, and how no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't win her heart.
“We are both in the same boat, senior brother, please consider me as your junior sister.” Hong Shao took a sip of wine and then leaned close to Zhuge Jianwo.
Looking at Hongshao, who seemed aloof and melancholy, Zhuge Jian felt that she resembled Chu Yunying too much.
When she pressed against him, the cool sensation on his lips made his head buzz.
He wanted to push her away, but stopped when he raised his hands to place on her shoulders.
Zhuge noticed that I felt dizzy, and the faint floral scent that wafted into my nose was the same one Chu Yunying used.
In particular, Hong Shao's call of "Senior Brother" made his heart flutter, and he threw all reason to the winds.
Lin Fan listened to the sounds coming from inside the room, then stretched and mumbled a bunch of random things like "one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, three to the left, three to the right," with a big smile on his face.
He understood this seemingly reserved but actually passionate woman; he simply liked Chu Yunying's aloof and indifferent nature.
Coupled with the tragic story of his past, it aroused his protective instincts.
A virgin and a sycophant, take him to a flower garden once, and that will cure his brain-dead mentality.
An hour later, the door opened gently, and Zhuge saw me come out, picking my teeth with a toothpick, as if I was still immersed in the gentle embrace of love.
"Junior Brother Lin, you've really put me through a lot." He sighed, but his face showed no displeasure.
Lin Fan shifted his head, wanting to peek inside, but Zhuge saw that I was blocking his view and asked, "What are you trying to do? You can't look here!"
He glanced at Zhuge Jianwo in surprise, thinking to himself, "This brooding bastard has tasted the sweetness and is starting to guard his food."
"I think you're still not satisfied, senior brother!" he said with a sly smile.
"Thirsty? Come on, have a drink!" Lin Fan took out a wine glass and poured a glass for him.
Zhuge saw that I took the drink without thinking and drank it. He had just used up too much energy and was really thirsty.
"This wine is weird, I feel even hotter!"
"Maybe it's a man's youth, keep it up, senior!" He pushed Zhuge Jian inside and then closed the door.
Soon, beautiful music filled the room. Lin Fan looked at the bustling street outside, thinking about how to persuade Zhuge Jian to help him devise a plan to lure out Long Aotian.
An hour later, Zhuge saw me come out covered in sweat and looked displeased. He said, "Junior Brother Lin, that's not fair. How could you poison me?"
"Senior brother, just tell me your feelings!" Lin Fan said with a mischievous smile.
Seeing me nod, Zhuge closed his eyes and savored the moment, then chuckled wickedly, "Incredible! I've only just realized that there are so many wonderful things waiting for me in this world. I really wasted my life all those years before, that's why I was so fixated on one thing."
"Thirsty? Here, have a drink!" Lin Fan poured another glass of wine and handed it over.
"Junior brother, just say what's on your mind, don't play these games!" Zhuge saw my face twitch. What did I take him for? I'm not a cow, I can't take it anymore, even two kidneys wouldn't be enough.
"Senior brother, do you think I would drug you?" Lin Fan picked up the wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls, then explained that he had just asked the shopkeeper to change it.
He raised his wine cup and pushed it towards me. Seeing that I was still somewhat skeptical, Zhuge picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he saw Lin Fan take out a black pill and swallow it, and asked curiously, "Junior Brother Lin, what are you eating?"
"The antidote!" Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Zhuge met me: ...
His expression changed drastically, and he tried to leave, but he found that his spiritual energy could not be circulated. The medicine took effect very quickly, and his body felt like it was being burned by flames. His head slowly became dizzy.
Lin Fan smiled and pushed him back, continuing to guard the door for him.
Zhuge saw that I was young and vigorous, and that I must be suffering from pent-up desires after abstinence for so long. Satisfying him all at once would make things much easier.
As night slowly fell, Chu Yunying, Murong Xuanqiu, and Qin Wunian returned to the Qin residence, but still did not see Lin Fan.
"Do you know where Senior Brother Lin Fan went?" Murong Xuanqiu grabbed an inner disciple and asked.
The male disciple's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "I don't know, I don't know anything!"
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Chu Yunying sensed his guilty conscience, immediately drew her sword, blocked his path, and said coldly, "Tell me, where did he go?"
The male disciple's mouth moved, but he finally said, "Dream Immortal Pavilion!"
"What place is that?" Qin Wunian asked curiously.
The male disciple's expression was strange. He looked at the sword, which gleamed with a cold light, and gritted his teeth, saying, "A brothel!"
Buzz
A powerful aura spread out, filling the entire courtyard. Upon seeing this, the male disciple quickly ran away.
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