Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 857: Flowing Fragrant Pavilion [Start of Book 9]

The Flowing Fragrant Pavilion in the Capital of Yu was one of the most renowned brothels in the city.

But today, two extravagant guests swept in and booked out the entire pavilion in one grand gesture, leaving everyone stunned by their sheer display of wealth.

Amid the soft candlelight and drifting floral shadows, beauties danced and sang to the gentle melodies of strings and flutes.

"Young hero, you're 'Elder Brother', and this elder gentleman 'Little Second Brother'?" an alluring young lady asked with a soft chuckle, hiding her laughter behind a silken sleeve. "You two really are quite the pair."

"We cultivators don't fuss over formalities," the tanned-faced young man replied with a carefree grin.

The two men drinking across from each other were sworn brothers.

The "Elder Brother" was eight chi tall, with a tanned complexion and arms so long they reached past his knees. His features were bold and unusual, giving him a striking and unmistakable appearance. He was none other than Du Wuhen, the former pride of Thunderbolt Stronghold who had betrayed his own sect to join the Penglai Supreme Sect, only to later side with Grand Ancestor Fuyou.

The "Little Second Brother" wore a weathered face and a soft smile, carrying the quiet grace of a cultured scholar. Yet, hidden beneath that gentle appearance was none other than Grand Ancestor Fuyou, the legendary great devil of the South Sea.

After looting Penglai and escaping with a massive fortune, the two brothers fled to the Capital of Yu. It was Du Wuhen who suggested they treat themselves. After all, they had spent so long living a bitter and austere life in the remote quarrying archipelago. Now that they were finally in a bustling city, it only seemed right to enjoy themselves a little.

In truth, during his days as a disciple of an immortal sect, Du Wuhen had lived under strict discipline and was never allowed to visit places of indulgence. He had long harbored a desire for such pleasures, and now that he was free, he could finally act on those desires without restraint.

Grand Ancestor Fuyou, in contrast, remained stiff and reserved. Sitting cross-legged, he looked awkward and clearly out of place.

The young lady beside him let out a soft laugh and said, "Elder sir, there's no need to be so formal. Come a little closer. Just look at that young hero over there. He's got his arms around the girls and looks completely at ease."

"No, no, no," Grand Ancestor Fuyou said, quickly waving his hands. "I'm just an old man with white hair, and you're young and beautiful. It would be too impolite."

"It's all right," the young lady said with a coy smile. "I happen to like mature gentlemen."

With that, the young lady leaned in on her own. Grand Ancestor Fuyou visibly tensed up, sitting stiffly for quite some time before he finally began to relax.

"Miss, if you don't mind, could you lift your clothes just a little?

"Thank you so much. If it's not too much trouble... would you mind sitting on my lap?

"Thank you kindly. I have nothing to repay your generosity with, so please accept this small enchanted artifact as a token of my appreciation."

"Wow..." the young lady gasped, her eyes sparkling with stars of excitement.

Grand Ancestor Fuyou had casually handed over an enchanted artifact that looked expensive at a glance. He clearly wasn't just some old man. He was now her precious sugar daddy.

The two brothers were enjoying the singing and dancing, surrounded by flirtatious beauties, when a sudden commotion broke out at the entrance. Their attention shifted as a woman's voice rang through the hall.

"Why won't you let me in? Every time I come to the Capital of Yu, I visit this place. I may not be an old customer, but I'm at least a returning customer! What right do you have to bar me? Did I not pay?" the woman shouted.

"Miss, this is a brothel," the brothel manager replied in a helpless tone. "It really isn't appropriate for an unmarried lady to keep showing up like this... And besides, the last two times you came, you didn't pay, and you left a giant hole in the wall both times on your way out..."

"So what if I didn't pay?!" The woman's voice rose another notch. "I'm a senior from an immortal sect in the Divine Nine. If word got out that I came here and paid for pleasure, wouldn't that be a huge scandal? Not paying means I didn't pay for pleasure! It's that simple!"

"Yes, yes, of course, esteemed cultivator. On a normal day, we wouldn't have said a word," the brothel manager continued to plead gently. "But today, the entire pavilion has been booked by distinguished guests. We truly can't receive you right now. Please, have mercy on us."

Running a business in the Capital of Yu, they naturally had cultivators on hand to maintain order. The first time this woman showed up, their resident cultivator had dared to act against her.

The cultivator that guarded the brothel then spent the next two years recovering from his injuries.

The second time she showed up, they reported her to the authorities. Someone from the Imperial Supervisory Bureau came, took one look at her, and immediately declared it was beyond their jurisdiction. They even said that even His Majesty the Emperor would not be able to deal with this woman.

If not for all that, why would the brothel manager be this helpless?

Hearing the woman's voice, Du Wuhen and Grand Ancestor Fuyou exchanged a glance, suddenly on high alert.

Then came another shout from downstairs. "Booked the whole place? I'd like to see which so-called bigshot thinks they're that impressive—daring to book it out when I feel like having fun. Hmph!"

From the sound of it, she was already storming her way upstairs.

"Little Second Brother..."

"Elder Brother..."

Du Wuhen and Grand Ancestor Fuyou exchanged a look, instantly realizing they were thinking the exact same thing.

They nodded in unison and said, "Let's go!"

Without hesitation, Grand Ancestor Fuyou turned into a cloud of red mist and slipped out the window.

Du Wuhen followed but paused just long enough to say, "Let that woman come up and put all her expenses on us... just don't let her find out who we are!"

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It was easy to guess that the woman making a scene downstairs could only be the master of Silver Sword Peak from Mount Shu.

Grand Ancestor Fuyou had crossed paths with Di Nufeng before. He knew all too well just how fierce and shameless she could be. Once she was in a bad mood, no amount of courtesy would help.

Du Wuhen had only heard of her by reputation, but that was enough. If she saw them tossing money around like dirt, she'd surely peg them as filthy rich and bleed them dry. And with her, there would be no negotiating. It wouldn't end with just a round of drinks.

The two brothers fled in a hurry, leaving behind a hall full of stunned young ladies in the middle of singing and dancing. They could only watch as a scarlet-robed woman, stunningly beautiful and radiating an overbearing aura, stormed up the stairs.

"Miss..." one of the young ladies uttered, clearly shaken. She hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak. "The guests from earlier have already left. They said all your expenses today would be covered by them."

"Oh?" Di Nufeng smiled, eyes narrowing with amusement. "Aren't they sweet?"

...

"Hic!"

After eating and drinking her fill, Di Nufeng let out a satisfied hiccup. She strolled out of the Flowing Fragrant Pavilion, leaving behind a line of nervous courtesans politely seeing her off.

"The service really does get better once you pay," she muttered to herself. "If I weren't here on official business and in a rush to see my disciple, I'd definitely stay the night."

Indeed, Di Nufeng had come to the Capital of Yu for one reason—to check on her disciple, who was currently imprisoned in the Celestial Northern Prison. Making sure he was safe was her top priority.

As for sampling the street food, trying out a new tavern, causing a little chaos at the betting parlor, and taking a quick stroll through the brothel... these were just side activities.

With that, she hurried out of the city. If she didn't move quickly, night would fall.

Though it was said to be just outside the Capital of Yu, the Celestial Northern Prison was actually located a fair distance away. That made perfect sense. After all, a prison housing evildoers at the seventh or even eighth realm of cultivation couldn't be placed too close to the city. If even one or two managed to escape, it would plunge the capital into chaos.

A streak of firelight shot toward the northwest. Before long, it arrived at a rugged land of towering mountains and deep ravines. Nestled within a distant valley were rows of checkpoint walls and the looming outline of an iron fortress. Much of it, however, was shrouded in swirling clouds and mist stirred up by the enchanted formation, making it difficult to see clearly.

The firelight was stopped at a checkpoint.

Atop the gate stood armored soldiers clad in black, iron masks on their faces. All were on high alert as one of them shouted, "Stop! Identify yourself!"

The firelight vanished, revealing a tall figure. Di Nufeng stepped forward and called out, "I am Di Nufeng, a peak master of the Mount Shu Sect. I've come to visit my disciple."

"No!" the guard responded bluntly from above.

"I know this place is heavily guarded, but is even a Mount Shu Sect cultivator not allowed to visit?" Di Nufeng frowned, her displeasure showing instantly.

"The Guardian Ruler issued a special order," the guard captain replied. "Visitation at the Celestial Northern Prison is strictly forbidden. Mount Shu Sect cultivators are permitted in principle... but Di Nufeng is absolutely not allowed."

"..." Di Nufeng fell silent for a moment before saying, "Ah, I remembered wrong. My name is Wang Xuanling. I can go in now, right?"

"..." The guards atop the gate went quiet.

Had their iron masks been off, Di Nufeng would have seen the look on their faces. It was a collective expression that clearly said, We have no grudge against you, madam. Why do you insist on treating us like fools?

Seeing her visit refused, Di Nufeng finally lost her temper. She planted her hands on her hips and bellowed, "Guardian Ruler, is it? Get him out here so I can question him to his face! Why are Mount Shu Sect members allowed in but not me? Is it just because I'm his grandauntie? You old fossil, get out here now!"

"There's no reason!" A deep and distant voice boomed from behind the gates. "You want to enter the Celestial Northern Prison? Not happening!"

Di Nufeng recognized that voice. It belonged to none other than the Guardian Ruler, the same man she had once exchanged insults with and challenged to a drinking contest back in the imperial palace.

Technically speaking, the old bastard was still a relative, several generations her senior. But she didn't care about that. She stepped forward and kicked.

Boom!

The first black-iron gate trembled violently. A strange Dao essence surged through the wall, forming a protective barrier that absorbed the force. Even Di Nufeng's powerful strike couldn't leave a scratch. Still, the entire structure shook as if it had been hit by a primordial beast, and a burst of flame erupted in its wake.

"If you don't leave now, I'll be forced to subdue you," the Guardian Ruler's voice rang out again. "Don't go crying later that I bullied someone younger."

"Fine!" Di Nufeng growled through clenched teeth, even more enraged after failing to break through. "You'd better watch your back from now on, you old fossil. You're not home all the time, are you?!"

Just then, a voice suddenly called out from behind her. "Esteemed Teacher, what are you doing?"