Chapter 214: The Flower Queen

The robed elder waved his hand and said:

“It’s come to this; more words won’t help. Let’s go.”

With that, the robed elder walked ahead toward the upper floor.

The little girl paused, staring at her grandfather’s back, her slender eyebrows knitting together.

Suddenly, she had an inexplicable feeling that the other party seemed almost pleased by the situation.

“Damn it!”

The little girl gritted her teeth and immediately followed, wishing she could beat up Li Muxian for corrupting her grandfather.

Meanwhile, the giant men who had surrounded them now followed step by step, clearly to prevent Li Muxian and his group from fleeing.

Soon, Li Muxian and his three companions were led by the hirsute giant into a lavish hall on the third floor.

“Where’s the Flower Queen? Where the hell is she?”

The scar-faced giant plopped onto a sable-fur armchair, pulled out a pouch of gold, and slammed it onto the redwood tea table with a *thud*, barking orders at the hirsute giant.

The hirsute giant glanced at the pouch, then sneered:

“This much gold won’t buy you the Flower Queen.”

Hearing this, the scar-faced giant froze for a moment, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table, pointing at Li Muxian and the robed elder:

“Are you blind? Isn’t there anyone else here? Don’t they have money?”

At this, Li Muxian raised an eyebrow—this was true; he had no money at all.

After all, throughout the journey, Hu Rui’an and the others had handled all expenses, and he’d rushed off to fight at Luoshen Peak, so he certainly hadn’t brought any silver.

He turned to look at the robed elder.

And him? Even less need be said—his coarse hemp robes were ragged, clearly the look of a pauper.

At this, the hirsute giant glanced at Li Muxian and the robed elder, but remained silent.

Seeing this, the scar-faced giant slammed the table again, then pointed at the girl in pink:

“See this? A natural beauty—she could even pay off your debt just by staying at Bai Xiang Pavilion, worth at least a hundred gold!”

“F***!”

The little girl leapt to her feet in a rage, reaching for the small pouch at her waist as if to kill the scar-faced giant on the spot.

But the robed elder swiftly caught her wrist and slowly shook his head.

At that moment, a woman in a black long dress glided into the hall, swaying her hips.

Behind her followed the previous page boy and several graceful young women.

“I heard tonight a great guest intends to hire all the Flower Queens of Bai Xiang Pavilion—such extravagance deserves a look at who’s behind it.”

The woman in black, heavily made-up, waved her hand casually, and the hirsute giant immediately stepped aside.

Then her peach-blossom eyes began to scan the four men before her.

Soon, her gaze brightened—and settled on Li Muxian.

“What a handsome man!”

The woman in black clapped her hands suddenly, her face—caked in thick rouge—broke into a grin, making white powder dust down.

Seeing this, the scar-faced giant on the sable-fur chair grew furious, slamming the table hard again, making the woman’s eyelids flicker.

“What are you doing? Dilly-dallying—is it you or me who’s here to visit brothels? Get the Flower Queens up now!”

The scar-faced giant roared at the woman in black, his eyes sweeping over the line of young women behind her, then he swallowed hard and said:

“Besides, isn’t my face handsome enough? What good are some pretty pillows that are useless inside?”

At this, Li Muxian glanced at the scar-faced giant.

What kind of talk is this? You’ve already courted death.

Yet the woman in black, facing his outburst, remained utterly calm, slowly erasing her smile and said:

“Bai Xiang Pavilion has its rules. Whether you’re here to cause trouble or just for fun, all who come are guests.”

“If you want the Flower Queens, I can provide them. But if you can’t afford it, you’ll have to follow the rules—and bear the consequences.”

At these words, the scar-faced giant smashed the table before him into splinters, roaring:

“What’s all this nonsense? I don’t have money—so what Flower Queen am I supposed to pick? Do you think I’m here to get myself killed?”

As he spoke, the scar-faced giant felt like crying.

He didn’t want to die—but Li Muxian insisted on dying and dragged him along. If that’s the case, he might as well enjoy himself first before dying; at least he wouldn’t have lived in vain.

At this, the woman in black glanced at the scar-faced giant, narrowing her eyes slightly:

“Bai Xiang Pavilion has nine Flower Queens. Three are currently occupied; the remaining six have been brought for you.”

With that, she clapped her hands, and the six young women stepped forward in delicate steps, stopping before Li Muxian and his group, then bowing slightly.

Each woman had a slender, elegant figure and stunning beauty, their black hair adorned with jeweled gold dangling hairpins that trembled and shimmered with every movement.

Their skin was whiter than frost, smoother than jade; their lips like crimson dots, their eyes like autumn pools, each glance radiating a mesmerizing allure.

The scar-faced giant rose trembling, staring at the beautiful women before him, his gaze fixed—he lunged forward, shouting:

“I’ll take them all!”

At this moment, he even began to agree with Li Muxian’s idea of hiring every Flower Queen.

To spend a night with these women—even if it meant death, he’d accept it.

But at that instant, the woman in black extended one hand and effortlessly halted the scar-faced giant in place.

No matter how hard he pushed forward, he couldn’t move an inch.

“At Bai Xiang Pavilion, if a girl is worth over a hundred gold, she chooses the guest. You must be chosen by the Flower Queens first.”

The woman in black spoke without expression, then gave a light push—and the scar-faced giant flew backward, landing hard on the armchair.

The push jolted him back to his senses. His face twisted, then he sat up, staring at the woman in black, speaking low and grim:

“So if none of them pick us, we don’t have to pay anything?”

But the woman in black suddenly burst into laughter, her body shaking merrily:

“At Bai Xiang Pavilion, whether the Flower Queens choose you or not, the guest must pay every single coin.”

At this, the scar-faced giant froze, then his whole body shook violently—he grabbed his head and roared:

“Damn it! Damn it! You’re all damned—how can such an unfair rule exist?!”

Screaming, he suddenly lifted his head again:

“No! I don’t want the Flower Queens anymore! Bring me every woman in Bai Xiang Pavilion!”

He turned to the woman in black, teeth clenched:

“You too!”

(End of Chapter)