Chapter 897 - 114: Visiting the Brothel

Chapter 897: Chapter 114: Visiting the Brothel

Once upon a time, the Beast Taming System was a prestigious name in the Divine Land. Back then, cultivators would feel embarrassed to greet others without a decent Spirit Pet. But times have changed.

Although the Dragon Pattern Sect has declined and can no longer tame beasts, a capable Beast Tamer can still manage breeding. His techniques for rearing livestock are absolutely a small test of his skills. Shi Dazhu has his enterprise.

After preparing breakfast, Shi Dazhu carried cage after cage of meat buns up the mountain. He wouldn’t provide the best parts to avoid being found out. Fang Qingning is quite astute. Although the taste might not match lean meat, the effect is the same.

Fang Qingning, Fang Chi, Cai Qingfeng, and others had already gotten up early for training. Elder Wang is the last to arrive. If you arrive later than him, just wait for it. Ever since Elder Wang came, they hardly have time to think about anything else. It’s all training every day, with thoughts only focused on how to avoid being scolded less.

The second stage of Spiritual Ability use confused the group again, including the standout Cai Qingfeng, who suddenly felt lost again.

As everyone ate meat buns, they discussed, "Isn’t Old Wang misleading us? Without a vigorous flow of Spiritual Ability, how can we generate force? When we release moves, we need speed, precision, and violence. The complex way of directing Spiritual Ability internally is completely off-track." Cai Qingfeng spoke while eating, "These are so fatty, terribly unpleasant. Idiot Zhu, did you secretly skim it?"

Idiot Zhu quickly shook his head and hands, indicating no.

"With that silly look, don’t you make poor purchases?" Cai Qingfeng found it hard to swallow.

"It’s not his fault. The sect’s food fund isn’t high. As long as the basic supply of Spiritual Ability is ensured, don’t be picky about the taste. Young master, this is not your home," Fang Qingning said.

Cai Qingfeng immediately beamed, "I was just saying, after all, enduring hardship makes one a top person."

With Fang Qingning’s words, the buns seemed to be imbued with celestial aura, truly delectable.

"My understanding is that the use of Spiritual Ability and the release of physical strength ultimately need to be unified. This unity shouldn’t be simple synchronization but achieving maximum unity in a certain rhythm," Fang Chi said. "I’m having a bad time with it now, extremely stuck. But I feel Old Wang is right. When experiencing the flow of Spiritual Ability, I discovered a powerful force within. It’s not the intensity of Spiritual Ability itself but a force generated during the internal circulation of Spiritual Ability. This force is strong. I estimated that the strength of a First Grade used well can reach the level of Second Grade."

Everyone widened their eyes. Although Fang Chi is a bit lively, his talent is undeniable. Everyone looked at Fang Qingning.

Fang Qingning nodded, "The old Sect Master used to tell me the same. The drive of Spiritual Ability and physical strength work in reverse. To be fast, one must start slow. To be swift, one must begin gently. Building momentum has a rhythm—not the longer, the better. If it’s too long, the force dissipates. If it’s insufficient, the power can’t reach its peak."

"Then why is it so hard, all mixed up?"

"Isn’t this normal? If it were easy, anyone could become a top ten."

While eating meat buns, everyone pondered. Half of the disciples had realized that what Elder Wang was imparting was top-tier power usage. Once mastered, it could elevate them to the next level, but the difficulty was indeed high. The other half hadn’t yet grasped it.

After everyone finished eating, Wang Zhigao arrived. Idiot Zhu cleaned up the steamer, and the day’s cultivation began again.

"I have good news for you. I’ve contacted another sect to spar with us," Wang Zhigao said.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, "Elder, which sect?" Fang Qingning asked.

"Flame Stream Sect," Wang Zhigao replied.

Everyone’s expressions changed. The Flame Stream Sect is a Yellow-Level Sect in Cyan Dragon City, part of the Taiyin School. Sparring between Zhengyang School Sects usually remains controlled, but the Taiyin School is different.

"Thank you, Elder!" Fang Qingning was delighted. Sparring with a Yellow-Level Sect could greatly enhance their strength, "How much do they want?"

"They don’t want anything, just for us to go to them," Wang Zhigao said.

"That’s expected. Flame Stream Sect... How many of us are they letting go?" Fang Qingning asked. The Flame Stream Sect is genuinely a Yellow-Level Sect, not one resting on old laurels, so there’s likely a limitation.

"None, we’re all going."

In fact, when the Jiuxiao Sect people came knocking, he didn’t resist much. They had grasped him precisely. On one hand, providing them with the Spirit Stones needed for training; on the other, Jiuxiao Sect could arrange for sects like Martial Heart Sect to spar with, as actual combat is the best way to improve.

And these are areas Wang Zhigao is not skilled at and doesn’t want to handle. No one else in the Martial Heart Sect has this influence, so they can only rely on Jiuxiao Sect.

Choosing the Taiyin School was also to provide some stimulation. Often, crises are easier to break through.

For the next few days, Wang Zhigao supervised Fang Qingning and others’ training during the day, and at night he went to Jiuxiao Building to ’sell himself.’ Although he showed up, inside he was full of reluctance. Jiuxiao Building gripped him tightly, knowing his intentions and what the Martial Heart Sect lacked. They offered conditions he couldn’t refuse but essentially blackmailed him. However, that’s typical for Taiyin School.

So Wang Zhigao still wore a grim face, cursing anyone who didn’t please him. Let’s all hurt each other!

The critiques were sharp as ever and left no room for criticism. Since Jiuxiao Building wasn’t afraid of going under, daring to invite him, he wouldn’t hold back, mercilessly reprimanding those who underperformed. Let’s see who’s the first to crack; how dare they include a breach clause, let’s see who breaches it first.

However, perhaps these people were masochists, as Jiuxiao Building’s business seemed rather bustling, with quite a crowd enjoying the spectacle. Perhaps they’re all gluttons for punishment. Wang Zhigao couldn’t be bothered to think it through; he was exhausted dealing with the living ancestors of the Martial Heart Sect.

The entire Martial Heart Sect set off to Flame Stream Sect for a three-day sect exchange. Li Xin, Idiot Zhu, and Fatty Nine, the three Outer Disciples, were also given leave.

That night, Shi Dazhu and Gan Jiu brought Li Xin to Phoenix Singing Pavilion, which represents another bustling side of Cyan Dragon City. The streets near Jiuxiao Building are mainly populated by cultivators and the elite, while here it’s more of a mixed crowd, with a more vibrant, earthly feel.

Rouge Street accommodates over a hundred thousand people, making it a very large area, mainly comprised of ordinary people with a mix of all walks of life.

In the depth of Rouge Street, a three-story building stands by the street, with curved eaves and a Copper Phoenix Bell hanging. When the night breeze blows, it chimes like shattered jade. On the door lintel, in Hera Language, the words Phoenix Singing Pavilion are inscribed. Although the characters are written in a flamboyant style, they looked somewhat odd to Li Xin. The gold and lacquer inlay gave off a faint glow in the dark; Phoenix Singing Pavilion is one of the eight major brothels on Rouge Street.

"The quality of Phoenix Singing Pavilion ranks among the best in the entire Divine Land," Fatty Nine said excitedly. "Don’t underestimate Idiot Zhu. He may not look great, but his luck is pretty good. I just don’t know what the building owner sees in him. What does he lack compared to his older brother?"

Shi Dazhu cast a sidelong glance at Fatty Nine. Since arriving on Rouge Street, his demeanor became more upright, "Nonsense, where do you look as mighty as I do? Don’t jump in first tonight; have some manners."

"As if, tonight it’s Master Xin’s night to take the lead. After he’s chosen, I’ll pick," Fatty Nine said lustfully.

Upon entering Phoenix Singing Pavilion, a young maid with a pretty face and full figure greeted them, "Oh, Master Zhu, you’ve arrived. The private room has already been arranged for you, and the building owner is hosting guests. They’ll attend to you shortly."

Honestly, she wasn’t stunning, but when such a petite, budding young girl stood daintily before him, Li Xin understood the elegance the ancients appreciated.

The three followed the maid to a private room on the second floor, where Li Xin sat as the host. Fatty Nine immediately poured the wine, "Bring on the dishes, bring on the ladies!"

"Master, right away." The maid smiled enchantingly with her eyes.

Soon, accompanied by chirping voices, several beautiful ladies walked in, each with her unique charm. Li Xin surveyed them; indeed, they had certain allure. In Divine Land, they seemed to possess a touch of celestial spirit. Perhaps they couldn’t compare with the Jiuxiao Building, but they were more down-to-earth, not imposing, giving off a sense of being at home.