Chapter 215: The True Nature Revealed

The woman in black skirt sneered.

“You want me? That’s only if I find you worthy.”

Then, the woman in black turned to Li Muxian, her wrinkled eyes crinkling into a sweet smile.

“Our Bai Xiang Pavilion doesn’t just have girls—we’ve got plenty of handsome young men too. You can settle your debt with your body.”

Hearing this, the scar-faced man flew into a rage and shouted:

“What the hell? You’re actually picking and choosing!”

Yet he hadn’t lost all reason—he knew the woman in black was dangerous, so he didn’t rush forward to slap her and tell her to piss on a mirror and look at herself.

At that moment, Li Muxian glanced at the woman in black and raised an eyebrow.

“Your taste isn’t bad, but you’re past your prime and still chasing young flesh—you’ve got zero self-awareness.”

As he spoke, Li Muxian pointed to the old man in hemp robes beside him.

“And there’s another matter: I already told you, this old man wants to book all your top courtesans. Listen carefully—ALL of them. Yet you’ve only brought six. Do you think that’s acceptable?”

Hearing this, the woman in black fixed her gaze on Li Muxian, her smile unwavering as she said slowly:

“I like young, bold men. But the other three top courtesans are currently entertaining guests from Luo Shen Peak. Tonight, only these six are available—not one more.”

“Each of these courtesans is worth a thousand gold. Six thousand gold in total. Whether you take them or not, not a single copper coin less.”

Her words were calm, yet carried an air of absolute finality.

At once, the scar-faced man pressed both hands onto the armrests of his soft chair, his whole body trembling violently.

He’d come to Bai Xiang Pavilion without even touching a woman’s hand—and now he’d lost six thousand gold for nothing. There was no more humiliating way to die.

At that moment, Li Muxian suddenly turned to the old man in hemp robes.

“I still say the same thing: you’re at an age where you should dare to dream and act. Don’t you have any thoughts of your own about this?”

Before the old man could speak, the girl in pink, her small face icy, snapped:

“You caused this mess yourself—why should we clean up after you?”

Then, as if struck by a thought, she suddenly grinned.

“I think this madam’s clearly taken a shine to you. Fine—just stay here and settle your debt with your body. You won’t die, but you’ll suffer terribly.”

Li Muxian chuckled, stroking his chin.

“You’re young, but you know a lot. Still, you’re wrong about one thing: if I really had to settle my debt with my body, the ones who’d suffer wouldn’t be me—they’d be the girls here.”

At these words, the scar-faced man and the old man in hemp robes both froze. The woman in black’s eyes gleamed.

“Damn it—who can’t bluff?”

The scar-faced man gritted his teeth. He couldn’t fathom why Li Muxian, facing certain death, still looked so calm.

But then, suddenly, his expression shifted—as if he’d grasped a lifeline.

He whirled toward Li Muxian, eyes hopeful, whispering urgently:

“Young Master Li, you’ve got money on you, right? Six thousand gold must be nothing to you?”

He’d just remembered: when he first met Li Muxian, his subordinates were terrifyingly strong. Surely Li Muxian himself must be rich or noble.

But Li Muxian glanced at him—and delivered a crushing blow:

“You’re imagining things.”

At once, the hope that had just sparked in the scar-faced man’s heart was snuffed out.

His face turned ghastly. He clutched his head in fury, screaming at Li Muxian:

“Then you must have some backing—otherwise, why are you so arrogant?”

“Please—if you have any power, kill them all! This is torture! Even on the brink of death, you won’t let me have one moment of pleasure? Are you even human?”

Hearing this, Li Muxian’s eyelid flickered. The scar-faced man collapsed back against the soft chair.

Then, right there, he slapped himself hard across the face.

No matter how powerful you were, crossing Luo Shen Peak in Bai Lian City meant certain death—no need to even think about it.

He’d been deluded into hoping Li Muxian could solve this. He’d be better off spending his last moments thinking how to die with a little dignity.

After a moment’s silence, the old man in hemp robes turned to Li Muxian.

“If you truly have backing, please give me a clear answer. If not, I’ll take my leave now.”

Hearing this, Li Muxian remained calm, waving a hand.

“At this point, if you’re willing to walk away without even enjoying yourself, then your resolve is extraordinary—no one else could match it. I won’t stop you.”

The old man narrowed his eyes. The girl in pink tugged his sleeve—her meaning clear: she wanted him to leave immediately.

But the old man stared deeply at Li Muxian, then leaned back against the soft mink pillow on his chair.

Next, he looked at the six beautiful courtesans standing in the hall, stroked his beard, and said:

“Ladies, come pour me wine.”

Seeing this, the girl in pink’s mouth dropped open—she was utterly speechless.

At once, hearing the old man’s words, the scar-faced man perked up, his viciousness returning. He shouted at the courtesans:

“Yes, yes! Pour wine! No—hurry over here, sit on my lap!”

The scar-faced man had seen the old man in hemp robes fight—he knew the man’s martial strength was unfathomable.

He’d thought the old man wasn’t a gentleman, but his intentions had been unclear—until now.

Now the old man had revealed his true colors—he was no better than him. And with his high martial strength, perhaps he could hold out in Bai Xiang Pavilion.

If so, he might still get a chance to enjoy himself—better than coming here and dying without even touching a woman.

Inside the brightly lit, opulent hall, the six young women remained motionless—clearly, they had no interest in either the old man or the scar-faced man.

The woman in black’s gaze settled on the old man. She could sense he was no ordinary man.

But then again—if he had no power, why would he dare come to Bai Xiang Pavilion to cause trouble?

(End of Chapter)