He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

This is the largest and most bustling red-light district in Dongjun City. Even as dusk approaches, many shops and pavilions are already open for business. Among these shops, the largest and most lively one is called Zuihuanlou, which not only has beautiful women but also rare fine wines.

Fu Xun stood at the street corner, his eyes sweeping across the area before settling on the tallest and largest building. He narrowed his eyes, watching the madam and beautiful courtesans welcoming and seeing off guests at the entrance. He then looked up at the private rooms on the second and third floors, all brightly lit.

He gritted his teeth slightly and walked over expressionlessly.

"Is this your first time here? Oh, what a rare guest!" The madam's eyes lit up when she saw Fu Xun. She waved her handkerchief and tried to stick it on him, but Fu Xun stepped back and raised his hand to reveal the gold ingot in his palm.

With a stiff face, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Find someone."

Leng Huan's appearance was striking, and her temperament was unique. The key was the little fox hairpin she wore when she arrived, which was very rare.

She never expected anyone to come looking for her. She was still taking a petal bath, chatting with the flower girls, forcing herself to forget yesterday's embarrassing incident.

The flower maids loved to hear her recount her experiences from the Northern Prefecture to the Southern Prefecture, and then from the Southern Prefecture to the Misty Immortal Sect.

She also enjoyed listening to the courtesans talk about the daily life in Dongjun City, their ways of surviving, and the various kinds of customers who came and went.

Leng Huan recounts his experience of being kidnapped and how he escaped in a perilous situation, while the courtesans express their longing for the martial world and the Immortal Clan's sect.

Xiao Lan exclaimed, "Wow, climbing the Heavenly Ladder is this difficult?! Seeking immortality isn't easy at all..."

Leng Huan: "Yes, nothing is easy." Even the flower girls have it tough...

Anything that people pursue in this world is not so easy to obtain.

After a while, Leng Huan changed the subject, wanting to hear the courtesans gossip about worldly affairs.

Xiao Hong sighed and said, "Alas, I heard that the eldest daughter of the Qi family is going to marry the mediocre second young master of the Fang family. Rumor has it that the eldest daughter doesn't like the second young master very much and even ran away from the wedding once..."

"...Didn't she manage to escape?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hong and the others looked at Leng Huan in surprise: "Huh?"

Leng Huan: "..."

She paused for a moment, then simply grabbed the fruit from Xiaolan's hand and started eating it, mumbling, "Do you guys know the song 'Eighteen Touches'? Sing one for me, okay?"

Xiao Hong, Xiao Lan, and Xiao Ying: "..."

If she were really a man, it would be fine, but knowing she's a woman, and a cultivator at that, makes her singing seem a bit strange.

It's a little embarrassing.

Little Red stammered, "Fairy, we will, but..."

Leng Huan made the final decision: "Sing! Let me experience what it feels like. If you sing well, I'll reward you handsomely!" He immediately took out a large silver ingot and placed it in Xiao Hong's hand.

Xiao Hong gritted her teeth, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the pipa: "Fairy, please listen—"

Beat the drums fast, then slow the gongs; stop the drums and gongs and listen to the singing.

All sorts of idle talk are sung, listen to me sing about the Eighteen Touches.

Reaching out to touch the edge of her face, dark clouds drifted across the sky.

Reaching out to touch the front of her head, her forehead was full and alluring.

Reaching out to touch the sister's hairy bay, scattered outside the wide area.

Reaching out to touch her little eyes, her dark eyes and white gaze...

……

Her soft, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, was quite ordinary in this place. Her sweet, gentle voice carried out with the candlelight from inside the room.

The room was filled with the sounds of warbling birds and gentle laughter, accompanied by Leng Huan's clear and pleasant voice.

"Ouch... I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter, Xiaolan, are you doing this on purpose...?"

"Ouch! Stop tickling me..."

"Hehehe...haha...hehehe...spare me..."

When Fu Xun followed the madam upstairs, he stood in front of the door listening to these nonsensical and offensive words, especially Leng Huan's mocking voice. His face darkened, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and before the madam could knock, he stepped forward and pushed the door open!

The door was flung open with a bang—

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After listening to half the song, Leng Huan looked down at himself, his face a jumble of mountains and rivers, and suddenly felt uneasy.

After soaking for a while, she emerged from the bath, took out a new robe, and asked the flower maid to help her put it on. However, halfway through putting it on, Leng Huan saw Xiao Lan suddenly reach out and hug her slender waist. He was originally planning to have a lewd look on her, but Xiao Lan knew she was a girl and had no romantic thoughts at all. She was just playing around and tickling her like a close friend...

In the ensuing commotion, Leng Huan's clothes were disheveled, and he was panting heavily. The two of them collapsed to the ground with a soft cry. Just as they were having a good time, the door suddenly slammed open. She turned her head and saw someone who shouldn't have been there.

Leng Huan, who had just tripped and fallen, was now pinned down and huddled together by Xiao Lan, staring in disbelief: "..."

The eighteen touches suddenly stopped.

The next moment, she and the flower girls screamed in unison, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Surprisingly, there was nothing in the room that was off-limits.

Fu Xun stared straight at Leng Huan, and Leng Huan stared straight back at him from the ground.

At this moment, the entire building was filled with singing, dancing, and lively atmosphere. The sounds of performances and music from the central stage could be faintly heard, but Leng Huan felt that all of that had become distant background. She and the awkward silence in this room were the main characters, a deafening silence!

Her clothes were disheveled, her cheeks flushed from playing, her long black hair cascading to the ground, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion, her starry eyes slightly rounder than peach blossom eyes, all of which accentuated her even more exquisite and stunning beauty after three years apart, like a red lotus on a snow-capped mountain.

The two stared at each other, one at a higher elevation, for a full quarter of an hour, completely stunned.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

The air was quiet for a quarter of an hour, so dramatic and comical that it was as if the scene had frozen.

At this moment, Leng Huan only had one word in his mind: "mmp!" He didn't know whether he should say it or not!

The atmosphere was so awkward that she was so embarrassed that she forgot to button her shoes!

Across from him, Fu Xun, whom he hadn't seen for several years, looked even more mature and rugged, so handsome that it was outrageous, and his height seemed to have increased dramatically as if he had eaten pig feed.

Looking into his dark eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows, Leng Huan felt there was something strange about his gaze. She finally realized what was going on, her toes twitching. She glanced at the courtesans, then at herself, and at the madam following him outside the door. She frowned, her lips curling into a preemptive strike as she was about to ask, "Who are you?", pretending not to recognize him.

However, unexpectedly—

"I'll wait for you outside."

Fu Xun suddenly frowned, spoke those words before she could, and then quickly retreated and closed the door.

Leng Huan: "..."

Worthy!

Her friends misunderstood her, thinking she'd solicited a prostitute—no, wait, it was more like she'd been the one solicited? Oh well, whatever, it was just a misunderstanding anyway.

what to do?!!!

Hurry! Stop talking, brother, rush over and explain!

He was internally screaming, but in reality, Leng Huan simply helped Xiao Lan up and checked her to make sure she wasn't hurt.

Then, Xiaoying was asked to tie her hair and tidy her clothes, while Xiaohong and Xiaolan cleaned up the mess in the house.

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"Cough! It's alright, don't be afraid. That person was my brother." Leng Huan comforted them, but seeing that they were still a little uneasy looking at each other, probably because the atmosphere just now was too strange, haha.

Leng Huan patted Xiao Ying's slender hand resting on his shoulder. It was smooth and soft to the touch, and he couldn't resist touching it once, twice, three times…

Turning to face herself in the dressing mirror, Leng Huan froze for a moment, then raised her hand to touch her face. She wished this exquisitely beautiful face wasn't hers.

After looking for a moment, Leng Huan suddenly narrowed her eyes. It was because she had been using this body for the past three years that her eyes and brows had developed their own sharpness.

Raising her hand to insert the little fox hairpin, Leng Huan calmed her brows and eyes, her expression serene and undisturbed. The figure in the mirror wore a white hairpin and red silk, with dark hair and dark eyes. Suddenly, she stood up, and the finely shimmering sleeves woven with gold and silver threads on a black background spun out a graceful arc. The dark gold belt outlined her figure. This was men's clothing.

With a creak, the door opened, and the reflection in the mirror stepped outside.

A clear, crisp sound drifted from afar, sounding completely nonchalant—

"Oh, it's you..."

"Why are you here...?"

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