“Oh my, my dear, this Fuyue Building is simply too luxurious,” Lin Fan murmured. Back when he lived on Earth, he had been an upright youth who never visited places like red-light districts or sword-themed entertainment parlors.
Yet now, stepping into Fuyue Building, the scene before him immediately captured Lin Fan’s heart.
A rich fragrance wafted toward him, and behind the antique carved screens with delicate patterns, pink gauze curtains fluttered gently in the breeze. Silhouettes of graceful figures flickered through the translucent fabric—plump and slender, each with a unique charm and alluring demeanor. Once he glimpsed them, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Their delicate eyebrows and seductive eyes shimmered with hidden allure, their elegant figures exuding a sultry charm.
The disciples from the sects had never encountered such a scene before. Some who had spent years secluded in their sects were now dry-mouthed with excitement. They longed to act but hesitated, watching others who also remained still. They worried that taking the first step might seem inappropriate, so they waited, hoping someone else would make the first move so they could follow suit.
But while he thought this, the other disciples were thinking the same. Thus, they all sat there like wooden statues—eager in heart but timid in action.
After feasting his eyes, Lin Fan thought to himself that people from the Great Yan Empire really knew how to enjoy life. Back on Earth, such a place would have been shut down countless times—it was simply too shocking.
At the same time, Lin Fan silently nodded, feeling that stealing Huang Xiao Chun’s invitation ticket had been the right decision. Otherwise, if Huang Xiao Chun had entered, he probably would have been devoured alive by these fierce young women. At such a young age, having his little bird rise in excitement would surely leave him nutritionally deficient.
Lin Fan hadn’t forgotten his purpose for coming to Fuyue Building. However, since he hadn’t yet figured out the situation inside, he naturally couldn’t act recklessly. He needed to wait and see how things unfolded.
As he walked further in, Lin Fan noticed some experienced sect elders each hugging a beautiful girl, engaged in intimate conversation, their expressions brimming with delight.
“Oh my, my dear, this Fuyue Tower is just too extravagant,” Lin Fan mused. Back on Earth, he had been a righteous young man, never venturing into places like grand sword halls or red-light districts. Now, stepping into Fuyue Tower, the scene before him deeply captivated his heart.
A wave of rich fragrance greeted him. Behind the antique, intricately carved partitions, pink gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, revealing glimpses of enchanting figures—some plump, some slender, each exuding a unique charm. His gaze was instantly locked, unable to look away. Their arched brows and seductive eyes, their delicate figures, all exuded an irresistible allure.
The disciples from various sects had never encountered such a scene. Those who had spent years within their sects felt their throats dry up, itching to move but hesitant, glancing at others who remained still, fearing it might be inappropriate to act first. Thus, they waited, hoping someone would take the lead so they could follow suit.
But as each of them harbored the same thought, they all sat like wooden statues, filled with desire but lacking the courage to act.
After feasting his eyes, Lin Fan couldn’t help but think that the people of the Great Yan Dynasty really knew how to live. If this were on Earth, such a place would have been shut down countless times—it was simply scandalous.
At the same time, Lin Fan nodded to himself, feeling that snatching Huang Xiaochun’s invitation had been the right move. Otherwise, Huang Xiaochun would have been devoured by these wolfish women at such a young age, likely unable to keep up with the demands.
Lin Fan hadn’t forgotten his purpose for coming to Fuyue Tower, but since he hadn’t yet fully grasped the situation inside, he decided to wait and see what was really going on.
As he ventured further in, Lin Fan noticed some seasoned sect members, each embracing a charming woman, engaged in intimate conversations, their faces beaming with joy.
Lin Fan quickly scanned the room and realized that most of the disciples here were at the Innate Realm, while the older ones had reached the Divine Realm. Within their sects, they might be considered above average, but in the Great Yan Dynasty, they were among the elite.
Humans are driven by emotions and desires, and even those with high cultivation levels couldn’t sever them, let alone these individuals.
However, Lin Fan was somewhat disappointed to find no disciples from the Saint Demon Sect.
“Thirteenth Prince has arrived,” a voice announced from outside.
Although Lin Fan hadn’t been in the Great Yan Dynasty for long, he knew that the Thirteenth Prince was the most promising candidate for the throne, possessing both skill and power.
A handsome man, surrounded by attendants, walked in. He was at the fourth level of the Divine Realm—the Thirteenth Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. As he entered, the sect members all stood up to greet him.
After all, it was the Thirteenth Prince who had funded this gathering, so the formalities were necessary.
Although the entire Great Yan Dynasty couldn’t compare to the sects, he was still a prince, and one who knew how to handle affairs.
The Thirteenth Prince, holding a paper fan, smiled and nodded to those around him.
“I am deeply honored that you all could attend. If there are any shortcomings in today’s arrangements, I hope you will forgive me,” the Thirteenth Prince said, clasping his hands on the stage.
“Not at all, Your Highness. The arrangements are more than satisfactory.”
“Yes, I’ve heard of Fuyue Tower but never had the chance to visit. This trip has certainly been worthwhile.”
The sect members, thoroughly enjoying themselves, spoke with utmost politeness.
“Good, as long as you’re all enjoying yourselves, I won’t disturb you further,” the Thirteenth Prince said tactfully before leaving amidst the crowd’s cheers.
Lin Fan, unnoticed, quietly slipped away to scout the surroundings and locate the leaders of the various sects.
The Great Yan Dynasty’s auction of the “Minor Heavenly Realm Pill” had drawn the attention of many sects. For some powerful sects, the Minor Heavenly Realm might not be significant, but they were highly interested in the pill itself.
A pill that could elevate someone to the Minor Heavenly Realm—what kind of pill was this, and how did it have such an effect? They had never heard of such a miraculous elixir.
Cultivation was a step-by-step process; there were no shortcuts.
If the “Minor Heavenly Realm Pill” truly lived up to its claims, it would be terrifying. What would be the point of years of arduous cultivation if a single pill could achieve the same result?
Lin Fan wandered around Fuyue Tower, finding each room empty. Clearly, the tower had been reserved for the day, and the sect members were still enjoying themselves outside. It seemed he would have to wait a bit longer.
“Young disciple outside, you’ve been peeking for so long. Why not come in and sit with me? I’m feeling quite lonely,” a seductive voice called out just as Lin Fan was about to check the next room. He caught a glimpse of a woman inside, drinking alone, exuding an alluring charm.
Lin Fan shivered. The voice was almost hypnotic, nearly drawing him in.
This woman was no ordinary figure; her voice alone was enough to bewitch.
“I must have the wrong room. I’ll leave now,” Lin Fan said, his heart racing. He had an important mission to complete and couldn’t afford to indulge in such distractions.
Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, her voice alone was enough to make his heart flutter.
“Since you’re here, why not join me for a drink before you go?” Just as Lin Fan was about to bolt, the wooden door suddenly opened, and a pink gauze, carrying an intoxicating fragrance, wrapped around his wrist.
Damn, this woman has some skills.
Lin Fan was startled. He had initially thought she was just another woman from Fuyue Tower, but now it seemed she was something more.
Lin Fan quickly thought it over. If he ran now, it would only raise suspicions. So, he decided to play along. After all, it was just a drink—he had had plenty before.
“Oh, so you’re a junior disciple from the Mixed Origin Sect,” the woman said as Lin Fan entered, his eyes lighting up at her beauty. She was curvaceous, with skin like porcelain, and her eyes were so seductive they could steal one’s heart.
With a gentle flick of her finger, Lin Fan found himself sitting beside her, her body coiling around him like a snake.
“Do you know who I am, junior disciple?” she whispered, her breath fragrant, her slender fingers lightly tracing his chest.
Lin Fan trembled. This sensation was almost unbearable.
His eyes darted to a plaque on the table. When he had handed in his invitation at the entrance, he had received a plaque indicating his sect.
The plaque on the table read: “Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion.”
Seeing these words, Lin Fan’s heart sank. He knew of the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion—it was a demonic sect, its disciples all young and beautiful women. However, their cultivation techniques were sinister, absorbing a man’s true essence during intimate encounters.
The female disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion were trained from a young age, mastering the art of seduction, making it nearly impossible for men to resist.
Some male disciples from other sects, willing to sacrifice a bit of their true essence, still sought encounters with the women of the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion.
“Senior sister, you’re truly beautiful,” Lin Fan said, trying to keep You Manyou at bay. Her cultivation was at the second level of the Divine Realm, far surpassing his own. If she were to force herself on him, how could he resist?
His pure and chaste body couldn’t afford to be wasted here.
You Manyou chuckled seductively, “What’s your name, junior disciple? You’re so good at flattering me. I really adore you.”
Lin Fan, unable to escape, decided to play along. Blushing as if inexperienced, he shyly replied, “Senior sister, my name is Huang Xiaochun.”
Lin Fan sighed inwardly. Junior brother Huang Xiaochun, I’ll repay you someday. For now, you’ll have to take the fall for me.
Humans naturally possess the seven emotions and six desires; even those with high cultivation cannot sever them completely—let alone these people.
However, to Lin Fan’s slight frustration, he couldn’t spot any disciples from the Holy Demon Sect.
That made him somewhat disappointed.
“Thirteenth Prince has arrived!” A voice suddenly announced from the entrance.
Although Lin Fan had only been in the Great Yan Empire for a short time, he knew that the Thirteenth Prince was the most likely candidate to ascend the imperial throne. He was capable and powerful.
At that moment, a refined and handsome man entered, surrounded by attendants.
At the Fourth Stage of Divine Entry—this was the Thirteenth Prince of the Great Yan Empire. As soon as he arrived, the disciples from various sects stood up respectfully to welcome him.
After all, it was the Thirteenth Prince who had paid for their entertainment with the ladies, so they naturally needed to maintain a polite facade.
Although the Great Yan Empire as a whole could not rival the major sects, the Thirteenth Prince was still a royal prince—and a particularly skillful one at that.
Holding a folding fan, the Thirteenth Prince smiled and nodded to those around him.
“It is my greatest honor that all of you could attend. If there are any shortcomings in today’s hospitality, please forgive me,” the Thirteenth Prince said, bowing respectfully from the stage.
“Not at all! The Thirteenth Prince has treated us extremely well.”
“Indeed! We’ve heard of Fuyue Building before but never had the chance to visit. Today’s outing has truly been worth it.”
The disciples from the sects were clearly enjoying themselves and responded with great courtesy.
“Good! As long as everyone enjoys themselves, I won’t disturb you further,” the Thirteenth Prince said considerately. Amid the crowd’s agreement, he departed.
At this moment, Lin Fan quietly slipped away unnoticed. He needed to scout the surroundings and find out where the leaders of the sects were gathered.
This auction of the “Lesser Celestial Pill” by the Great Yan Empire had naturally drawn the attention of various sects. For powerful sects, the Lesser Celestial realm wasn’t particularly significant, but they were deeply intrigued by this pill.
A pill capable of elevating someone to the Lesser Celestial realm—what kind of pill was it, and how could it possess such effects? They had never heard of such a miraculous pill before.
Cultivation was always a step-by-step process; there were no shortcuts.
If the “Lesser Celestial Pill” truly lived up to its reputation, it would be terrifying. All those years of arduous cultivation would pale in comparison to the effects of a single pill.
Lin Fan wandered around Fuyue Building, peeking into each room, but found them all empty. Clearly, the entire building had been reserved for tonight. The disciples from the sects were all outside enjoying themselves—no one had come to the rooms yet. He would have to wait a while longer.
“Just how long are you going to peek from outside, little junior brother? Why not come in and sit for a while? I’m all alone, you know,” a soft, seductive voice called out just as Lin Fan approached the next room. Peeking inside, he saw a girl sitting alone, drinking wine with a charming posture, beckoning him with a flirtatious finger.
Lin Fan shivered involuntarily. Her voice was incredibly enchanting—it almost stirred his desires.
This woman was definitely no ordinary figure. Her voice alone was enough to bewilder one’s senses.
“I must have mistaken the room. I’ll leave now,” Lin Fan thought, startled. He had an important mission to complete—no time for romantic entanglements.
Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, just her voice was enough to make his heart melt.
“Since you’re here, why not come in and have a drink with me before leaving?” Just as Lin Fan was about to flee, the wooden door suddenly swung open. A pink silk ribbon, carrying a mesmerizing fragrance, wrapped around his wrist.
“Oh crap, this woman has some real skill.”
Lin Fan was startled. He hadn’t expected her to possess such techniques. At first, he thought she was just a girl from Fuyue Building, but now it seemed otherwise.
Thinking quickly, Lin Fan realized that running away now would only raise suspicion. So he steeled himself—what’s the worst that could happen? It was just a drink, after all.
“Oh, it’s actually a junior brother from Hunyuan Sect.”
As Lin Fan entered, his eyes widened. What a stunning senior sister! Her curves were perfect, her skin like smooth jade, and her eyes especially captivating—so seductive they seemed to pull his very heart out.
With a gentle flick of her finger, You Man’er effortlessly guided Lin Fan to sit beside her. Then, like a snake, she leaned close against him.
“Junior brother, do you know who your senior sister is?” You Man’er whispered, her breath sweet as she lightly traced her fingers across Lin Fan’s chest.
Lin Fan shivered. This feeling was really too much for him to handle.
Glancing sideways, Lin Fan noticed a small token on the table. When guests handed in their invitations at the entrance, they were given a token indicating their sect.
On this token, written clearly, were the words:
“Wanhua Pavilion.”
Seeing those three characters, Lin Fan’s heart sank—he was in serious trouble. He knew all too well about Wanhua Pavilion. It was also a sect of the demonic path, filled with young, beautiful female disciples who practiced a sinister cultivation technique. During intimate encounters with men, they could absorb their spiritual energy.
The female disciples of Wanhua Pavilion were trained from childhood in seductive arts, mastering techniques so enticing that few men could resist them.
Some male disciples from other sects were even willing to lose a bit of their spiritual energy just for a single encounter with a Wanhua Pavilion girl.
“Senior sister, you’re so beautiful,” Lin Fan said, knowing he had to keep You Man’er calm. Her cultivation level was at the Second Stage of Divine Entry—far beyond his own. If she decided to force herself on him, he had no way to resist.
He absolutely could not allow his purity to be lost in a place like this.
You Man’er smiled seductively, “What’s your name, little junior brother? You sure know how to please your senior sister. I’m going to love you to death.”
With no way to escape, Lin Fan decided to play along. He blushed, pretending to be innocent and inexperienced, as he shyly replied,
“Senior sister, my name is Huang Xiao Chun.”
Lin Fan sighed inwardly. “Huang Xiao Chun, junior brother, I’ll make it up to you later. For now, please bear this burden for your senior brother.”
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