This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. I'll definitely give you an extraordinary experience. This is a special service at Huayulou. Just a moment," the young woman said, as if she hadn't heard him, and reached out to pull down his pants.

"No, no, young lady, men and women shouldn't touch each other. Please don't do this. Let me tell you, I'm not paying for this."

In desperation, Xiao Xingchen tried to twist his body, but his weakness prevented him from moving forward.

A stunningly beautiful oval face pressed against his. He could even smell the unique fragrance of a young girl. Their eyes met, their breaths mingling, creating an atmosphere of intense intimacy.

If he were still able to move, he would definitely pick up the girl and pin her down, but now, he felt like crying.

"Pfft," the young lady couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, and then she clutched her stomach and started laughing.

"See? I made the right bet. This guy is still a novice. Come on, give me the money, everyone give me the money."

A whooshing sound followed, and to Xiao Xingchen's astonishment, the door opened and a group of girls entered.

"Hmph, what a shameless man. Has he never seen a woman before at his age? How can he be so shy?"

"I'm so angry! A virgin came to our Flower Language Pavilion! This is unprecedented!"

"Don't even mention it. It's all that man's fault. He made us lose money. We'll ask him for our money back when he can move again."

. . .

The girl who had just been seducing Xiao Xingchen was now completely devoid of her alluring charm. She stood with her hands on her hips, like a victorious general, arrogantly demanding money from each of them.

"Come on, come on, don't renege on your bet. I've kept a record of all the deaths. A bet's a bet, okay?"

Xiao Xingchen's face twitched. What had happened to him after drinking that pot of wine? How did he end up being bet on by a group of girls?

But clearly, the girls didn't give him a chance to explain. They were sitting together, doing their accounts, and the girl who had initially seduced him was counting the silver coins she had received on her fingers.

"Ruoxue, who is this young man? Why was he sent to the eighth floor? Men aren't allowed in here."

Someone asked a question, which prompted Ruoxue, who was counting money, to quickly make a shushing gesture.

"Don't ask, this person is someone important. He was sent over from the lord's side, and we're told to treat him well."

"What? The original poster?"

"Shh... Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear..."

Ruoxue quickly stopped everyone and peeked outside to make sure no one was eavesdropping before letting out a sigh of relief.

"And who exactly is he?" another woman turned her head and asked, pointing at Xiao Xingchen.

"I told you not to ask. Okay, I won this time. You can leave now. I still have to serve this young man. We have a deal, right? No prying open my window in the middle of the night and interfering with my good time with this young man."

"Tch, as if we care. It's just a fledgling, what can it possibly accomplish?"

"Exactly, even if you ask me to look, I won't. Several extremely distinguished people came downstairs today. Why would I look at you instead of them?"

"Alright, alright, then you all hurry up and go see those distinguished guests. Hurry up and go, all of you, go."

Xiao Xingchen saw that after the woman called Ruoxue finished collecting the money, she immediately started chasing people out, kicking all the girls out, and then looked back at them.

"Are you full of questions? Don't ask, I don't know either. It's just that our boss sent word that I'll be working by your side from now on."

"who are you?"

"My name is Ruoxue. Don't rush to refuse. Although I don't know what happened to you or why you were sent to our eighth floor, the landlord made it very clear: I must stay by your side. I can't refuse, and neither can you, understand?"

Xiao Xingchen pondered for a moment. Since Consort Xian had sent someone to follow him, it meant she tacitly approved of his statement. Whether it was empty promises or something else, Consort Xian was prepared to give him some time to prove himself. Of course, the exchange would likely be this Ruoxue.

Judging from the scene just now, this girl should be the one Consort Xian gave her this favor.

"Okay, you can stay with me, but what's wrong with me right now?"

"Oh, what you're saying, OP, isn't that I'm after your looks. Besides, you don't really have any looks, you're just a virgin. OP said you'd only be able to move if I found you a woman. How about I go and call one for you right now?"

Ruoxue's expression was full of mockery; she even glanced at his underwear, making Xiao Xingchen turn his face away immediately—it was too embarrassing.

"Oh, are you shy again? Hehe, I'm just teasing you. After tonight, you'll be free to do whatever you want, so you can stay at the Flower Language Pavilion tonight. I'm sure the news has already spread that the young sword immortal is spending the night at the Flower Language Pavilion. Tsk tsk, you're going to be famous again."

Xiao Xingchen sighed helplessly. This time, he had been tricked by Consort Xian. Her spending the night at Huayu Tower was clearly revenge for what he had said to the Crown Prince.

At the time, a single sentence ignited the Crown Prince's anger, and many people were curious afterward about what he had said. In fact, the sentence was quite simple.

He simply said, "The Virtuous Consort finds pleasure in prostitutes," which, as the name suggests, means that she enjoys being a prostitute for amusement.

These words would enrage anyone, let alone the Crown Prince. The dignified and virtuous Consort is a harlot? Who would believe that?

While this statement is somewhat inaccurate, it is true; after all, Consort Xian was the madam of this brothel. To a certain extent, this statement is not wrong.

These words truly devastated the Crown Prince. He had likely already sought confirmation from Consort Xian, and upon learning that his high and mighty mother was involved in a brothel business, one can imagine the immense shock he experienced.

"Hey,"

In the end, all his emotions boiled down to a sigh. Regardless of what was said outside, he was powerless. This state of being controlled by others filled him with resentment. However, this virtuous concubine also made him see his own shortcomings.

In some people's eyes, he is still an ant, and this is his biggest takeaway today: recognizing himself.

"Alright, stop sighing. You're really getting the short end of the stick. Do you know what it means for me to be by your side?"

Ruoxue got up and opened a window, then helped him sit up against the window. There were many marks left by the window, and Xiaoxingchen guessed that Ruoxue probably often leaned against it to look outside.

What comes into view is a huge circular space with eight levels and a hollow center. From this angle, you can see people toasting and drinking on each level.

"See this? This is the Flower Language Pavilion. Any disturbance in Yong'an can be detected from here,"

Ruoxue stood beside him, pointing outside as she slowly explained,

"Have you seen those people on the seventh floor? They are all members of the royal family, from princes and imperial brothers-in-law to heirs and princesses. They know everything about royal secrets."

"The sixth floor down is off-limits to officials of the highest rank; the Left and Right Prime Ministers, along with the ministers of various ministries, all frequent this place."

"The fifth floor is specifically for immortals, that is, sword immortals like you. They are transcendent, yet they can only reach the fifth floor. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Xiao Xingchen had truly seen something new today. The place was enormous, with countless rooms, far larger than the clubhouse in his previous life. He even saw many people from Xiao Jianren's memories of his past life.

These people were all wealthy and powerful, all important figures, yet here they seemed to have shed their pretenses, freely expressing themselves.

"Because of power, even cultivators need grains and food, and they need to eat, drink and have fun. This means that in the face of power, they have no choice but to bow down. Of course, we will make other arrangements for those top-level extraordinary combatants, but those people at the top of the mountain rarely visit brothels. Their reputation is much more important than pleasure."