The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

"Wow! How beautiful!" the girls exclaimed.

The blue fluorescent bead flashed with blue light, generating a tremendous energy that tried to break free from Fu Rou's hand.

Fu Rou tilted her head and chuckled, "Alright, don't be angry." After saying that, she gently squeezed her hand, and the blue light of the blue fluorescent bead instantly disappeared. Chang An seemed to have been shocked and suddenly came back to his senses.

“Xiao Mei, this bead is your magic weapon, only you can use it, right?” Fu Rou asked with a smile.

Seeing that he had no chance of winning, Chang'an continued to feign anger, but his tone softened considerably: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Let the older sisters see if you're developing normally?" The girls immediately burst into laughter and were about to touch Chang'an.

In that "crisis" moment, Lu Xiaosan suddenly came back to life, sat up, and began to pant heavily.

He smiled, but his eyes were filled with rage as he glared at the girls, as if he wanted to devour all the flowers and plants.

Before he could last more than a few seconds, the little monk rolled his eyes and fainted again.

The girls mocked coldly, each of them displaying expressions of disdain and contempt.

A young woman asked, "Sister Furou, what should we do with this smelly fellow?"

"Yeah, why would the host let this guy in? What's so special about him?"

Fu Rou raised the prayer beads into the air, and the girls all covered their noses and backed away. She stared at them for a long time, then shook her head and said helplessly:

"These prayer beads should be the little monk's ritual implements, but these prayer beads... um... perhaps I'm just ignorant."

"Where's the sweet cake?" she asked the crowd again.

“Yes, Sister Furou,” a girl who was quietly tidying up tables and chairs at the back of the crowd replied.

The girl was about twelve years old, with delicate features. Although her face was a little dirty, her clothes were neat and appropriate, giving her a refined and refreshing air compared to the other girls in the building.

"Sweet Cake, go and fetch the landlord."

"Yes!" Sweet Cake said, putting down the broom in her hand and running towards the pitch-black passage.

Chang'an asked, "What are you going to do with my elder brother?"

Fu Rou turned around, a smile returning to her face. She reached out and tidied Chang'an's disheveled hair, saying softly, "Don't worry, Xiao Mei, our sect leader won't hurt you."

Looking at the half-dead Lu Xiaosan, Chang'an gritted his teeth and finally said, "Give us the Blue Pearl, let us go."

"Only Xiaomei can use this Blue Fluorescent Bead, so naturally we should have both Xiaomei and the Blue Fluorescent Bead."

Chang'an's face darkened. "What...what do you want it for?"

“Then you’ll have to ask our Lord.” Fu Rou turned her head to the side and said, “Look, he’s here now.”

"The host has arrived!" Sweet Cake called out loudly from a distance behind the host.

Looking over, a man emerged from the back passage, swaying slightly. He was dressed in a black jade robe, with long hair tied up, broad eyes and a straight nose. Coupled with his tall stature, this man, who was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, looked serious and aloof, unapproachable to strangers.

Fu Rou slowly stood up, faced the Lord of the Tower, bowed, and said with a smile, "Lord of the Tower."

The other girls were taken aback at first, until Fu Rou coughed twice before they followed suit and bowed, saying in unison, "Lord!" As soon as she finished speaking, the girls burst into laughter for some reason.

Chang'an noticed that the owner of the building had a fierce appearance, yet the girls who were his subordinates didn't seem afraid but instead laughed. What secrets did this owner of the building hold?

Hearing the girl's mockery, the poster's eyes narrowed, as if he was about to explode in anger.

His eyes narrowed smaller and smaller until finally he opened his blood-red mouth. Chang'an knew that the big one was coming.

He quickly bent down and covered his head to protect Lu Xiaosan.

"What are you afraid of, Xiaomei? Hahahaha." The girls surrounded Chang'an again, laughing and joking.

Chang'an slowly raised his head and saw that Zheng was slowly closing his mouth to finish yawning, showing no sign of getting angry.

For some reason, the person who posted this message just stood there blankly at the entrance of the passage, watching the girls finish their teasing before coldly saying, "Give me the Blue Fluorescent Pearl..."

Fu Rou did as instructed, gently sending the blue fluorescent pearl into the air. The blue fluorescent pearl was immediately wrapped in a green light and slowly floated to the front of the tower master.

The poster stared blankly for a long time, then turned the blue fluorescent bead around a few times before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Before he could even smile, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise as he exclaimed, "What smells so bad?" Then he retreated back into the passageway, gasping for breath.

"Hahahahahaha!" The girls burst into laughter again when they heard him cry out in fright, a stark contrast to his usual unapproachable demeanor.

Fu Rou suppressed a laugh and said in a coquettish voice, "The stench is coming from another boy and his Buddhist prayer beads. As for the origin of these prayer beads... I can't figure it out yet..."

The poster pinched the bridge of his nose and hurriedly said, "Quickly... throw away those prayer beads, and kill the monk right now! He's bad luck!"

Fu Rou covered her face and laughed after hearing this, "Okay, whatever you say."

"That's great!"

"This is the wisest decision the original poster has made in all these years!"

The poster ignored him and turned to leave with the blue pearl.

He said it casually, but Chang'an became extremely anxious, "My elder brother is already so badly injured, and instead of helping him, you're trying to kill him! That's going too far!"

Fu Rou stroked her chin, deliberately looking at Chang'an with a pitiful expression, "Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, isn't it a bit much for you to break into the Immortal Pavilion? The girls will have to eat for several days to make up for the losses."

She nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, it's good that I can lose some more weight."

Chang'an slammed his fist on the ground. "A broken door can be replaced, and a thin person can be regained through dieting. But a dead person can never come back. Instead of killing him like this, you should save his life and let him help you recover your losses!"

After hearing this, the poster slowed down slightly.

“Yes, whatever Xiaomei says is right.” Fu Rou looked at him tenderly and said, while her jade hand gently stroked Chang’an’s cheek, trying to soothe his anxious emotions.

Chang'an, however, remained cold-faced, his eyes fixed only on his fallen elder brother, unmoved by the beauty's attempts to comfort him.

Fu Rou sighed helplessly, turned her head to stare at the back of the landlord, and pretended to raise her hand to chop down on Lu Xiaosan's head.

Chang'an stood firmly in front of Lu Xiaosan, his gaze unwavering.

Just as the palm strike was about to fall:

"Wait a minute," the poster suddenly said.

"What's wrong, OP?" Fu Rou asked with a smile.

The original poster stood there, hands behind their back, and asked, "What injuries did he sustain? Why did he faint?"

Fu Rou smiled and replied, "The little monk has been suffering from a long-term injury and has caught a cold; he won't live much longer."

After a long silence, the original poster finally relented, "Then let's wash him first. If he doesn't smell anymore, we'll keep him and see."

"Oh? Which girl does the poster plan to have wash him?"

The landlord's back shifted slightly, as if he sighed softly, and said, "Do it the same way as before."

Fu Rou nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "And what about these prayer beads? They seem to be..."

"Just like those two dead guys at the door, throw them back where they came from!" the landlord interrupted sharply.

Fu Rou glanced at him, then said with a hint of boredom, "Fine, whatever you say."

"Also, when this guy is about to die, make sure he doesn't die in the building. Hmph, he's so slow and hesitant to kill anyone." The building owner left these last words and strode away into the passageway.

"Take care, OP." After seeing OP off, Sweet Cake picked up the broom again and continued cleaning.

Chang'an gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Are we to blame for the deaths of those two people at the gate?"

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Mei. From today onwards, you're one of us in this building. No one in Luocheng will dare to mess with you, hehehe."

"That's right, our building doesn't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

Chang'an couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why...why do you have such confidence?"

A girl beside him said arrogantly, "Hmph, isn't she just a shill..."

She seemed to suddenly remember something halfway through her sentence, so she coughed lightly and then stopped talking.

After a long silence, Fu Rou stood up and said leisurely, "If there's nothing else, you can go back now."

"Yes, Sister Furou." The girls went upstairs in twos and threes, forming their own small groups.

At this moment, Lu Xiaosan lay on the ground and made a soft groan. His body was no longer convulsing and stiff, but the stiff smile on his face remained.

Chang'an shook Lu Xiaosan vigorously, "Big brother, are you alright? Wake up! Don't scare me anymore!"

As he was being shaken, Lu Xiaosan suddenly convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and a strange laugh appeared on his lips. After a series of eerie laughs, he fell into a coma.

"Brother!" Chang'an exclaimed.

"Don't worry, he's not dead, he just passed out. If you don't want him to see the sun tomorrow, keep shaking him," Fu Rou said.

Chang'an dared not touch Lu Xiaosan again. Looking up, she saw Fu Rou looking at her with doting eyes. Remembering the words of the landlord, she cautiously asked, "What do you want...?"

Fu Rou forced a charming smile, "You heard what the host said, that you should all take a bath first."

Chang'an said, "Thank you, but we can wash ourselves, so there's no need to trouble you sisters."

"That's not up to me to decide."

"But..." Before she could finish speaking, a green light emanated from Lu Xiaosan's body, swirling around him as he floated up gently, finally stopping in mid-air.

Chang'an was in a great hurry, "You... Waaah!" As he spoke, he himself was sent into the air by a green light.

As he watched the ground recede further and further away, he felt his whole body being supported by a gentle force, and it didn't seem as painful as he had imagined.

Fu Rou smiled and waved to Chang'an, saying softly, "Enjoy it, this is an experience even royalty doesn't have."