Lin Fan was quite disappointed by the so-called “Minor Heaven Pill” from the Heaven and Earth Merchant Guild, which had been exaggerated to near-mythical levels. It was clearly a scam, but at least it had some use—it added two million experience points for Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was quite disappointed with the so-called “Little Heavenly Pill” that the Heaven and Earth Guild had hyped up to be miraculous. It turned out to be nothing more than a scam. However, it did have some use after all, as it gave him an additional two million experience points.
Lin Fan was not satisfied with his current strength at the sixth level of the innate realm. For someone like him, who was full of love and justice, the path ahead was bound to be fraught with challenges.
Without reaching the Great Heavenly Realm, Lin Fan dared not call himself a messenger of love and justice.
As for leaving a “hot gift” after taking the pill, that was definitely unintentional.
Lin Fan felt that this so-called “Blood Rage Pill” must be toxic. Right after taking it, he felt the urgent need to relieve himself. Who could have stopped that?
Fortunately, there was enough space for him to handle his business.
…
After returning to the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan tasked his fifteen lackeys with a new assignment: to go out and gather information on the residences of disciples from various sects or their usual hangout spots.
Lin Fan was preparing to launch a rescue mission for them. This matter originally had nothing to do with him, but since heaven has a compassionate heart, if he didn’t save them, who would?
Although his students weren’t particularly skilled in cultivation, they were quite adept at gathering information. They quickly returned to report their findings.
“Teacher, tonight the Thirteenth Prince has invited the sect disciples to a gathering at the Fuyue Pavilion,” the students informed Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was momentarily stunned. Having not been in the Great Yan Dynasty for long, he wasn’t familiar with some of the more poetic names. In the end, it was the well-informed Xiao Ze who explained it to him.
To put it elegantly, the Fuyue Pavilion was a place for literati and scholars to compose poetry and enjoy the finer things in life. To put it bluntly, it was a brothel.
Lin Fan was surprised to hear that these sect disciples would frequent such a place. But then again, considering that these disciples had been cultivating in their sects for years, where the gender ratio was severely imbalanced, it was likely that only a few could truly showcase their masculine charm and release their “thousands of descendants.”
As for the other male disciples who, due to their looks or cultivation level, couldn’t find a partner, they could only rely on their right hand to reach the peak.
This time, having come to the dynasty and with someone else footing the bill, it was naturally a time for these sect disciples to let loose.
At the same time, with the “Little Heavenly Pill” being so heavily advertised, it was unlikely that the sects would send ordinary disciples. It was uncertain whether the higher-ups leading the group would also indulge in the pleasures of the Fuyue Pavilion.
Night fell.
The night market of the Great Yan Dynasty came alive, with people bustling through the streets. For a historic imperial city, only the night could truly showcase its splendor.
The myriad lights of the city connected the entire dynasty, illuminating the sky.
Lin Fan was a man of meticulous taste. Although he was going out to rescue the sect disciples tonight, he couldn’t just dress casually.
Taking advantage of some free time, Lin Fan bought a new outfit. Wearing it, he looked like a dashing young nobleman.
Arriving at the Fuyue Pavilion, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the building. It was indeed impressive, with its green tiles and vermilion eaves, exuding luxury.
No wonder it was the brothel of the imperial city. Just the exterior alone was enough to make many people hesitate, as such opulence gave the impression that it must be expensive to enter.
Lin Fan smiled gracefully, closed his paper umbrella, and strode in with his head held high. With his attire, surely there would be no issues?
However, just as Lin Fan reached the entrance, he was stopped by two men.
“Please show your invitation,” they said.
“Invitation?” Lin Fan was momentarily confused. Since when did entering a brothel require an invitation? This was taking things too seriously.
“Tonight is an exclusive gathering for the sects. No outsiders are allowed. If you don’t have an invitation, please leave.”
“I…” Lin Fan was about to say something but swallowed his words. He then smiled at the two men, “I forgot my invitation. I’ll go back and get it.”
Lin Fan turned around, rubbing his chin. Where on earth could he get an invitation? He had thought about sneaking in invisibly, but he was afraid. His cultivation level was still too low, and he couldn’t move without making a sound. If there was a master inside who noticed something amiss, it could end badly.
Just then, Lin Fan’s eyes lit up. He saw a young disciple from some unknown sect in front of him, looking at something at a stall. In his hand was an invitation.
Lin Fan glanced at the disciple. He seemed very young, perhaps only thirteen or fourteen. At such a young age, how could he be going to a brothel? The decadent atmosphere inside would surely affect a child’s mental and physical health. As someone full of righteousness, how could Lin Fan allow such a thing to happen before his eyes?
Rescue. No matter what, he had to rescue them.
Lin Fan pretended to be casual and approached the young disciple with ease. “Little brother, are you heading to the Fuyue Pavilion later?”
“Yes, who are you?” The young sect disciple looked at Lin Fan with confusion, not knowing who this person was.
“May I ask which sect you’re from?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
“Hunyuan Sect, Huang Xiaochun,” the disciple replied without suspicion. After all, this was the imperial city, and he didn’t sense any energy fluctuations from Lin Fan, so he assumed he was just an ordinary person.
“Brother Huang, I just saw a glowing stone up ahead with a hint of red light. Since you’re from a sect and must be well-informed, I was hoping you could take a look,” Lin Fan fabricated a story that was hard to believe, but Huang Xiaochun actually bought it.
Huang Xiaochun’s expression changed, and he quietly pulled Lin Fan aside. “Shh, brother, let’s not talk too loudly. I’ll go with you to take a look.”
Huang Xiaochun was delighted. His sect leader had said he was blessed with good fortune, and this trip to the Great Yan Dynasty was to broaden his horizons. He never expected to encounter such a good thing right after arriving.
Huang Xiaochun followed Lin Fan into an alley.
After winding through countless twists and turns, Lin Fan finally stopped when there was no one around.
Looking at Huang Xiaochun, Lin Fan felt a pang of guilt. After all, he was just a child.
But then he thought, how could someone so young be going to such a place? Wouldn’t it corrupt his mind?
With that thought, Lin Fan no longer hesitated. He was doing a good deed, saving someone.
“Hey, brother, where’s the treasure you mentioned?” Huang Xiaochun looked around carefully but couldn’t see any treasure.
“Right here.”
“Where?” Just as Huang Xiaochun turned his head, a red object came flying toward his forehead.
Thud…
A brick to the head, and he was out cold.
Lin Fan quickly took Huang Xiaochun’s invitation and then activated his “Flower-Touching Finger Technique,” making Huang Xiaochun sweat profusely and leaving him completely drained before finally stopping.
To avoid further trouble, Lin Fan tied Huang Xiaochun up with a rope and dragged him into a nearby outhouse.
On the door of the outhouse was a wooden plank, which Lin Fan flipped over to indicate that someone was inside.
After finishing all this, Lin Fan clapped his hands and headed back to the Fuyue Pavilion.
Without reaching the Greater Heaven Stage, Lin Fan wouldn’t dare to call himself a messenger of love and justice.
As for leaving a steaming pile of poop after taking the pill, that was absolutely unintentional. Lin Fan felt that this “Bloodburst Pill” must have been toxic—the moment he took it, he urgently needed to relieve himself. Who could possibly resist such an impulse?
Luckily, there was plenty of space for him to do so.
…
After returning to Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan immediately assigned his fifteen loyal followers a new task: to investigate the residences and favorite haunts of disciples from various sects.
Lin Fan was preparing to launch a rescue mission. Originally, this had nothing to do with him, but Heaven shows mercy to all living beings. If he didn’t save them, who would?
Though his students weren’t particularly strong in cultivation, they were surprisingly effective at gathering intelligence and quickly returned with reports.
“Teacher, tonight the thirteenth prince has invited disciples from various sects to gather at the Moon-Brushing Pavilion,” the students reported to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was momentarily puzzled. His time in the Great Yan Empire had been brief, and he wasn’t familiar with some of the poetically named places.
Eventually, the well-traveled Xiao Ze explained.
The Moon-Brushing Pavilion, put elegantly, was a place where refined scholars gathered to compose poetry, enjoy music, and indulge in romantic pursuits. Put bluntly, it was a brothel.
Lin Fan was quite surprised to hear that disciples from the sects would actually go to such a place. But thinking further, these sect disciples spent years in their sects training, where the gender ratio was extremely imbalanced. Few male disciples had the opportunity to fully display their masculinity or propagate their lineage.
As for the others, who were unable to find partners due to looks or cultivation level, they could only rely on their right hands to reach their peak.
Now that they were in the imperial capital and someone else was footing the bill, it was naturally a chance for these disciples to let loose and enjoy themselves.
Moreover, since the “Minor Heaven Pill” had been so heavily advertised, the sects wouldn’t have sent ordinary disciples. Whether their senior mentors would also indulge in the pleasures of yin-yang balance at the Moon-Brushing Pavilion remained uncertain.
Night fell.
The night market of the Great Yan Empire came alive. Streets bustled with people. For a historically rich imperial city, its true splendor could only be appreciated at night.
The lights of countless homes illuminated the entire empire, lighting up the sky.
Lin Fan was a man of standards. Though tonight’s mission was to save sect disciples, he couldn’t possibly go out dressed carelessly.
He used some spare time to buy a new outfit. Wearing it, he looked quite different—truly a refined young gentleman.
Arriving at the Moon-Brushing Pavilion and seeing the building before him, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile. “Excellent, excellent. The green-tiled roof and vermilion walls are quite luxurious.”
No wonder it was the brothel of the imperial city. Its grand exterior alone was enough to make many hesitate, as people’s first impression of such a lavish place was that it must be expensive.
Lin Fan smiled charmingly, opened his paper umbrella, and strode confidently inside. With his current attire, surely there wouldn’t be any problems?
However, just as he reached the entrance, two guards blocked his way.
“Please show your invitation.”
“Invitation?” Lin Fan was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected such a place to require formal invitations.
“We are hosting guests from the great sects tonight. Unauthorized individuals are not allowed inside. If you don’t have an invitation, please leave.”
“I…” Lin Fan had intended to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He then smiled at the two guards and said, “I forgot to bring my invitation. I’ll go get it right away.”
Lin Fan turned back, scratching his chin. Where on earth was he supposed to find an invitation now? He had considered using invisibility, but he was afraid. His current cultivation level was still too low to move silently. If there were any experts inside who sensed something amiss, it could end in disaster.
Suddenly, Lin Fan’s eyes lit up. He spotted a young disciple from an unknown sect looking at something at a nearby stall, holding an invitation in his hand.
Lin Fan took a closer look. The disciple appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. What was a child doing going to a brothel? The decadent atmosphere inside would surely harm his physical and mental well-being. As someone filled with justice, how could Lin Fan allow such a thing to happen before his eyes?
He had to save them, no matter what.
Lin Fan approached casually, pretending to be completely at ease. “Young friend, are you headed to the Moon-Brushing Pavilion later?”
“Yes, who are you?” The young disciple from the sect looked at Lin Fan in confusion, unsure of his identity.
“May I ask which sect you belong to?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
“The Hunyuan Sect, I’m Huang Xiao Chun.” Huang Xiao Chun didn’t suspect Lin Fan, after all, they were in the imperial city, and he didn’t sense any spiritual energy from him, so he assumed Lin Fan was an ordinary person.
“Brother Huang, greetings. Earlier, I saw a glowing stone up ahead with a hint of red light. Since you are a sect disciple with broad experience, I was hoping you could come take a look with me,” Lin Fan made up a story that was hard to believe, but Huang Xiao Chun actually believed it.
Huang Xiao Chun’s expression changed. He quietly pulled Lin Fan aside and whispered, “Brother, let’s not make a big fuss about this. I’ll go with you to check it out.”
Huang Xiao Chun was secretly delighted. His sect leader had said he was blessed with good fortune, and this trip to the Great Yan Empire was meant for gaining experience. He hadn’t expected to encounter such good luck so soon after arriving.
Huang Xiao Chun then followed Lin Fan into an alley.
After winding through many twists and turns, Lin Fan finally stopped when there was no one else around.
Looking at Huang Xiao Chun, Lin Fan felt a pang of guilt. After all, this was still a child.
But then he thought again—how could someone so young go to such a place? Wouldn’t that corrupt his innocent mind?
Convinced of his reasoning, Lin Fan no longer hesitated. He was doing a good deed—saving someone’s life.
“Hey, brother, where’s the treasure you mentioned?” Huang Xiao Chun carefully looked around but couldn’t find any treasure.
“Right here.”
“Where?” As Huang Xiao Chun turned his head, a red object suddenly flew toward his forehead.
Pak!
A brick struck him on the head, sending him into a daze.
Lin Fan quickly grabbed Huang Xiao Chun’s invitation, then activated the “Flower-Brushing and Chrysanthemum-Plucking Finger” technique. After making Huang Xiao Chun sweat profusely and leaving him completely drained of strength, Lin Fan finally stopped.
To avoid trouble, Lin Fan immediately found some rope and tied Huang Xiao Chun up, dragging him into a nearby latrine.
There was a wooden board on the latrine door. Lin Fan flipped it over to indicate that someone was inside.
After wrapping everything up, Lin Fan clapped his hands and hurried toward the Moon-Brushing Pavilion.
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