Chapter 212: Hundred Fragrance Pavilion

"The price is indeed quite high, but meeting two of you is my fortune; spending even more silver is worth it."

The scar-faced man spoke nonsense with his eyes open, waiting for Li Musheng and the old man in hemp robes to reply.

However, before the two could speak, the little girl in pink robes sitting nearby glared at the scar-faced man and said:

"Don't talk nonsense here. How could my grandfather possibly go to such a place with you?"

Hearing this, the scar-faced man gave an awkward chuckle, while Li Musheng glanced at the little girl and said:

"You understand so quickly at such a young age; it seems you know quite a lot."

The little girl in pink robes rolled her eyes at him and said:

"If you want to go, go yourself, but don't take my grandfather with you."

At this moment, seeing the atmosphere at the table seemed somewhat tense, the scar-faced man hurriedly said:

"Actually, the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion isn't that good; actually, it's not necessarily required..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Li Musheng nodded and said:

"Go, we are going to the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion."

Li Musheng suddenly felt that the scene at Falling God Peak next might be somewhat brutal; relaxing a bit before that would be quite good.

After all, he was no killer or bloodthirsty demon; killing too many people might cause some psychological problems, so appropriate comfort and adjustment were naturally needed.

Hearing this, the scar-faced man's expression shifted, while the little girl in pink robes cast a contemptuous glance at Li Musheng.

Li Musheng remained unmoved by this, then glanced at the old man in hemp robes beside him.

The old man in hemp robes wore a thoughtful expression; seeing this, the little girl in pink robes hurriedly pulled his sleeve and said:

"Grandfather, don't listen to their seduction."

Hearing this, the old man in hemp robes fell silent for a moment, then said:

"After your grandmother passed away, I sometimes felt lonely myself, and my days are numbered..."

Hearing these words, the little girl hurriedly raised her hand to stop him; the expression on her small face fluctuated momentarily, being both shocked and angry, yet also feeling embarrassed.

After a while, she finally gritted her teeth and said:

"Since Grandfather wants to go, then I must go too."

Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man's expression became extremely strange; who takes a child to visit a brothel?

Half an hour later, leaving disciples of the Xishan Blade Sect to guard the carriage, the scar-faced man brought Li Musheng and the old man in hemp robes before a building brilliantly lit with lights.

The little girl in pink robes naturally followed beside the old man in hemp robes; the group of four looked somewhat incongruous.

"The Hundred Fragrance Pavilion is undoubtedly a gold-dissolving pit; it is said that the Misses within are either well-bred young ladies, or Young Ladies from some martial arts family in the Jianghu, or chivalrous women wandering the Jianghu, only sent here to earn a living because they offended Falling God Peak."

The scar-faced man spoke in a lowered voice, though his heart was somewhat eager.

Under normal circumstances, he would not dare come to such a place, nor could he truly afford the expenses.

But this situation was different; he had a legitimate reason, spending this huge sum to smooth things over for Li Musheng and the old man in hemp robes to save the disciples of the Xishan Blade Sect; naturally, this could be "reimbursed" upon returning to the Sect later.

Next, entering the main gate of the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion cost a gold ingot.

Inside the building, the decoration was magnificent; there were many guests, mostly wealthy or noble patrons from the Jianghu, and moreover, the scent of rouge within was quite refreshing, while some beautiful Misses dressed lightly were extremely dazzling to the eye.

The scar-faced man swallowed hard, casually grabbing a running waiter; however, the other party, before he could speak, directly reached out his hand and said:

"One tael of silver."

The scar-faced man had no choice but to stuff one tael of silver into the other's hand.

The waiter took the money, threw it into his personal pouch, then glanced at the four of them, suddenly chuckling and saying:

"You fellows certainly play quite extravagantly."

Having said this, he turned around, waved his hand, and said:

"I will take you to choose Misses within the Pavilion first; a prior reminder: the Misses in our Hundred Fragrance Pavilion start at a minimum of ten gold, with no upper limit; if you choose a Miss and cannot pay, don't blame me for not reminding you; the consequences will be yours to bear."

Hearing this, the scar-faced man hurriedly said:

"Rest assured, rest assured; I naturally came fully equipped with silver and money; such a situation will absolutely not occur."

The waiter turned back, looked at the scar-faced man with a cold sneer, nodded, and said:

"That is best; additionally, I need to remind you that Misses in the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion valued at over one hundred gold are chosen by them."

Speaking thus, he laughed and said:

"If you are lucky, perhaps the Pavilion's top courtesan might take a fancy to you."

Hearing this, Li Musheng stroked his chin; these words were clearly spoken to him.

After all, judging by his appearance, it would be abnormal if no top courtesan took a fancy to him.

At this moment, that waiter continued speaking:

"Additionally, there is one most important point: everything takes precedence for disciples of the Shengfeng; disciples of the Shengfeng enjoy free entertainment in the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion, and any Miss chosen by a disciple of the Shengfeng cannot be contested by any other guest."

Upon hearing this, not only Li Musheng and the old man in hemp robes, but even the scar-faced man suddenly became somewhat uninterested.

What the waiter said was extremely clear; the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion, to put it bluntly, is a plaything for disciples of Falling God Peak.

For people like them outside Falling God Peak, Misses that require vast amounts of gold and silver to obtain are worthless in the eyes of the other party.

This clearly treated them as fools, while also showing the other party's deep contempt from a superior position, making everyone outside Falling God Peak constantly aware of their status and rank.

Although the scar-faced man felt somewhat uncomfortable at first in his heart, he had long been accustomed to the rules of Falling God Peak being superior; soon he became enthusiastic again, after all, he had not yet touched a woman of Falling God Peak?

At this moment, the little girl in pink robes following beside suddenly spoke coldly:

"Let us leave this place."

Hearing this, the waiter leading the way stopped, turned back to sweep his gaze over the group, and sneered:

"If you want to leave, do so immediately; don't waste my time."

The scar-faced man hurriedly stopped his movement, then turned to look at Li Musheng and the old man in hemp robes.

He naturally knew the two before him were no ordinary people; the Old Man in Hemp Robes possessed a martial arts cultivation so profound it was unfathomable, and Li Musheng's previous group had slaughtered the people of Falling God Peak without a word.

At this moment, he realized that while he might be able to accept Falling God Peak's rules, the other party might not.

Just then, the Old Man in Hemp Robes frowned and pondered for a moment, then sighed, already preparing to leave with the little girl.

But just at this moment, Li Musheng suddenly reached out and stopped him, turning to look at the young servant ahead and saying:

"Go now and summon all the courtesans of Hundred Fragrance Pavilion. Tonight, this old man is renting out every single courtesan in the entire Hundred Fragrance Pavilion."

"And furthermore, no matter who comes tonight, it will be useless. This old man will not let a single one of them in!"

(End of this chapter)