Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 108: Yumao’er Is Not a Real Cat

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Yumao’er Is Not a Real Cat

All of you here are educated and highly qualified people.

Traveling to an alternate world and visiting a brothel is just for gaining insights.

It’s to fill the small regrets of living in a civilized society for so long, not for any vulgar desires, so don’t have any psychological burden.

Thinking this way, Nezha pushed Ding Ce in front of him and walked into this brothel without any guilt.

His little heart pounded powerfully, and he felt his face heating up.

Even in the Iron Emperor Hall, walking through the dark corridors filled with countless zombies, he wasn’t this nervous when battling the Quasi-Saint Bai Mushuang.

As soon as they entered, without saying a word or seeing any girls, they were warmly greeted by two young attendants, ignoring the bright decorations of the hall and the soothing music, they were led to a large stage at the back, seated around a small table.

The stage was covered with a red carpet, and the woman on stage wore a fox-face mask.

Other women holding various instruments formed a circle, focused, while the woman dancing in the center moved gracefully with a charming figure, her eyes clear beneath the mask, full of allure.

Once inside, the noise and commotion of Zhaoge’s long street seemed isolated into another world, and the world became extremely quiet.

Of course, there were other guests here too, but unlike Nezha and Ding Ce, the rest looked lazy and tired, as if they’d just gotten out of bed.

Nezha glanced and soon realized.

Early in the morning, people like himself and Ding Ce starting to visit brothels should not be many. Most of the people at the tables ahead had probably just crawled out of the embroidered beds of the girls, with equally lazy and gentle girls by their sides.

The dim lighting, the intimacy, made Ding Ce beside stare blankly, blushing all over, with a dry mouth.

Even though he couldn’t see clearly, just looking at the charming expressions on the faces of the girls under the stage, you could tell the men’s hands under the long sleeves weren’t being very honest.

At this time, a young attendant came up to them quietly asking what they would like to order, instantly making Ding Ce even more at a loss for what to do, his hands skilled in iron forging and sword dancing now rubbed on his knees unsure where to place them.

Then it was Nezha who handled it more adeptly, asking the attendant for a plate of beef, two plates of side dishes, two plates of dried fruits, and a bottle of fruit wine.

When the wine arrived, after three glasses, his body warmed, and the blush on Ding Ce’s face completely disappeared.

He mumbled to himself, in a voice only he could hear, "So this is a brothel, not as filthy as Brother Dong said, it seems like a nice and relaxing place, if it’s not too expensive, I might come often."

But Nezha had excellent hearing, sitting too close to him, so even the almost inaudible mumbling was heard clearly.

So he whispered in a voice only Ding Ce could hear, "The dried fruits are complimentary, beef and side dishes together cost two taels of silver. Although not cheap, this is Zhaoge, a place where every inch of land is expensive, plus the decoration here is not bad, the markup isn’t too high, however, this wine, they’re charging us five taels of silver making at least four and a half in profit, and this is just the beginning, I have a feeling there will be plenty more opportunities to spend money later on."

Ding Ce twitched his face, righteously said, "This place is indeed as dirty and vile as Brother Dong said, not a place for gentlemen to come."

Nezha rolled his eyes at him, but became even more relaxed inside.

Because at this point he could also see, this dignified-looking Ding Ce, was probably, like his own two lifetimes, still a virgin.

After three rounds of wine, perhaps seeing Nezha as a child, an attendant came to Ding Ce’s side and whispered a few words, moments later Ding Ce’s face visibly turned red from white.

"Cough cough, this wine is really strong."

Nezha rolled his eyes again, already heard clearly, wasn’t it just the attendant saying there’s a girl on duty in the courtyard ready to chat, asked if he preferred older or younger ones, fuller figures or more slender ones, and his face turned red like this.

Guessing that with himself here, he was too embarrassed to go, Nezha said, "Big Brother Ding, I left some silver at the counter, I’m covering all the expenses today, I ate too much last night and feel bloated, now I need to relieve myself, feel free to wander wherever you like."

Nezha really went to the latrine for a while and returned to truly find no shadow of Ding Ce, shook his head with a helpless smile, thinking, that’s just men.

Then he waved again to the side of a shadow, and in the young attendant’s shocked eyes, made a reasonable request.

"Help me find a very fair sister to chat with."

This is not Lingquan Town, this is Zhaoge, there are poor people here too, but lives don’t seem so hard, the beautiful girls here cluster together, so some people with ulterior motives start to make money from the girls’ beauty, and this money is extremely easy to earn.

He took a sip of wine, looking at the red silk above like clouds, a child, what worries could he have?

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"Oh dear, I was supposed to have the day off, why did that cursed brothel keeper call me out for reception, turns out it’s to take care of a kid, I’ve been in this line of work for five or six years and have never seen someone bring a child to a brothel, your elders are quite carefree."

The girl looked about twenty years old, her figure not slender, but the soft flesh of her arms exposed outside the gauze dress looked so fair and tender it seemed you could pinch water out of them.

In contrast to her body, the girl’s face was fully made-up and glamorously dazzling yet sleepy-eyed, though in the brothel she seemed more like a distant noble lady.

Nezha said, "Why can’t a child bring the adult, besides, Young Master here might be a child now, but can’t remain a child forever, in a couple of years, when I come to visit your trade in person, it won’t just be for chatting."

"Hahaha, in a couple of years I might be old and faded, and you might not even fancy me, but if you’re willing to come by then, seeing how handsome you are, I’d be willing to throw in some silver just to help you ’grow up’ and show you some sister’s tricks."

It turns out Nezha’s facade of maturity was simply no match for Yumao’er’s experience from the brothel.

Only after chatting for three to five sentences, even Nezha who was silently mocking Ding Ce a coward just now turned as red as an old face.

But since Yumao’er was one of the top courtesans here, she naturally wouldn’t be that simple.

Let’s say, to make it here, you must be a good talker.

Even a quiet and antisocial person who pays can be made to feel as if bathed in spring breeze, willing to talk with you day and night.

Nezha thought this skill was even more precious than cultivation.

So Yumao’er guided Nezha, speaking of the intrigue between people under Chentang Pass, to the sea breeze on the ocean, to the majestic scenery of Sanshan Pass, to the dignitaries of Zhaoge City, up to the most prosperous one, Huang Feihu, King Wu Cheng, of the Huang Family in Zhaoge.

Maybe because Nezha was a kid, with a handsome and energetic look, plus a bit of innocent aura from the far-off Chentang Pass, it made Yumao’er like him more.

So Yumao’er also let down her guard, hugging Nezha’s head into her bosom, seeing him blush all over, happily kissed his face several times.

Saying to him, King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu wasn’t someone ordinary people could meet, and it was said that he was very much in love with his wife, never heard of him visiting a brothel.

But King Wu Cheng had a brother, named Huang Feibiao, often came to the Spring Breeze Building to indulge, might not be here once a month, but once here, he would have to stay for seven or eight days, calling for a dozen girls at once.

Yumao’er whispered into Nezha’s ear with a breath, "Let me tell you, Huang Feibiao pretends to be capable, messing around with maidservants at home since a kid, has long been drained of Essence Qi, utterly useless, just a eunuch who hasn’t been castrated, coming to the brothel is for show."

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