Chapter 212: The Hundred Fragrance Pavilion

"The price is rather high, but meeting the two of you is my fortune—spending even more silver is worth it."

The scar-faced man spoke blatant lies, waiting for Li Muxian and the hemp-robed elder’s reply.

Yet before either could speak, the girl in pink sitting nearby glared at the scar-faced man and said:

"Don’t talk nonsense here—how could my grandfather go to a place like that?"

Hearing this, the scar-faced man chuckled awkwardly, while Li Muxian glanced at the girl and said:

"So young, yet you understand instantly—looks like you know quite a bit."

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

"If you want to go, go yourself—but don’t drag my grandfather along."

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

"Actually, the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion isn’t that great—it’s not even necessary to..."

But before he could finish, Li Muxian nodded and said:

"We’re going—to the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion."

Li Muxian suddenly felt the scene ahead at Luoshen Peak might turn brutal; relaxing beforehand wouldn’t hurt.

After all, he wasn’t some bloodthirsty killer or demonic tyrant—killing too many might give him psychological issues, so he needed proper soothing and adjustment.

Hearing this, the scar-faced man’s expression brightened, while the girl in pink shot Li Muxian a look of contempt.

Li Muxian remained unmoved, then glanced at the hemp-robed elder beside him.

The hemp-robed elder frowned in thought; seeing this, the girl in pink tugged his sleeve and said:

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

Hearing this, the hemp-robed elder fell silent for a moment, then said:

"Since your grandmother passed away, I’ve sometimes felt lonely—and my time is running short..."

At these words, the girl quickly raised her hand to stop him, her face shifting between shock, anger, and embarrassment.

After a while, she clenched her teeth and said:

"If Grandfather’s going, then I’m going too."

At this, the scar-faced man’s expression turned deeply odd—who ever brought a child to a brothel?

Half an hour later, after leaving the Xishan Dao Sect disciples to guard the horses, the scar-faced man led Li Muxian and the hemp-robed elder to a building glowing with lantern light.

The girl in pink naturally followed close beside the elder; the four of them looked utterly incongruous.

The Hundred Fragrance Pavilion is undoubtedly a gold sink—rumor has it that the girls here are not just noble ladies, but daughters of martial clans or wandering heroines, all exiled here after offending Luoshen Peak.

The scar-faced man whispered, his heart thrumming with anticipation.

Normally, he dared not come here—and couldn’t afford it anyway.

But this time was different: he had a legitimate excuse—to save his Xishan Dao Sect disciples, he was bribing Li Muxian and the hemp-robed elder, and once back at the sect, these expenses would be "reimbursed."

Then, entering the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion’s main gate cost a gold ingot.

Inside, the building was lavishly decorated, crowded with guests—mostly wealthy and noble figures from the martial world—and the scent of cosmetics was intoxicating; beautiful girls in revealing attire dazzled the eyes.

The scar-faced man swallowed hard, grabbed a passing servant at random—but before he could speak, the servant extended his hand:

"One tael silver."

The scar-faced man had no choice but to hand over a tael.

The servant tossed the silver into his satchel, then sized up the four of them and suddenly chuckled:

"You’re playing it fancy, aren’t you?"

Saying that, he turned and waved his hand:

"I’ll take you to pick your girls first—warn you now: our girls start at ten gold, no upper limit. If you pick one and can’t pay, don’t blame me when the consequences fall on you."

Hearing this, the scar-faced man hurriedly said:

"Don’t worry, don’t worry—I’ve brought plenty of silver. This won’t happen."

The servant turned back, sneered at the scar-faced man, and nodded:

"Good. Also, I must remind you: girls valued over a hundred gold choose their own guests."

He laughed softly:

"If you’re lucky, one of our courtesans might take a fancy to you."

Hearing this, Li Muxian stroked his chin—this was clearly meant for him.

After all, with his looks, it would be abnormal if no courtesan took interest.

At this, the servant added:

"And most importantly: all priority goes to Shengfeng disciples. Shengfeng disciples enjoy free access, and any girl they choose, no other guest may compete for."

At these words, not only Li Muxian and the hemp-robed elder, but even the scar-faced man suddenly lost interest.

The servant’s meaning was clear: the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion was, in truth, Luoshen Peak’s plaything.

For outsiders like them, girls worth a fortune were worthless to Luoshen Peak.

This was clearly treating them as fools—and a deep, condescending sneer, reminding every outsider of their lowly station.

Though the scar-faced man initially felt uneasy, he was long accustomed to Luoshen Peak’s superiority; soon his enthusiasm returned—he’d never even touched a Luoshen Peak woman yet.

Meanwhile, the girl in pink beside them suddenly spoke coldly:

"Let’s leave this place."

Hearing this, the servant ahead stopped and turned, scanning them with a sneer:

"Leave if you want—don’t waste my time."

The scar-faced man instantly halted, turning to Li Muxian and the hemp-robed elder.

He knew these two weren’t ordinary people—the hemp-robed elder’s martial power was unfathomable, and Li Muxian’s group had just killed Luoshen Peak members without a word.

Now he realized: he might accept Luoshen Peak’s rules—but they might not.

At this, the hemp-robed elder frowned in thought, sighed, and prepared to lead the girl away.

But then Li Muxian suddenly reached out and stopped him, turning to the servant:

"Go now and summon every courtesan in the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion—tonight, this old man is taking them all."

"And no one, no matter who they are, gets to take even one of them tonight."

(End of Chapter)