Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 893 - 1: Qinfang Pavilion [Seeking Monthly Ticket!]

Chapter 893: Chapter 1: Qinfang Pavilion [Seeking Monthly Ticket!]

Yu Capital City, Qinfang Pavilion.

As one of the most renowned brothels in the city, Qinfang Pavilion stood at the forefront of its industry throughout the Yu Dynasty, and the spending level was likewise. Ordinary dignitaries, visiting here, were merely common customers.

Yet today, there were two extravagant patrons who, with a wave of their hand, had reserved the entire Qinfang Pavilion, their lavish spending shocking everyone.

Amidst the candlelight and floral shadows, beauties sang and danced, to the accompaniment of silk and bamboo strings.

"Young Hero, you’re the elder brother, is this old gentleman then the younger brother?" a charming girl laughed softly, covering her mouth with her colorful sleeve, "You two are really quite amusing."

"We cultivators, are not bothered by trivialities," the dark-faced Young Hero responded with an unrestrained smile.

The two patrons enjoying their drinks across from each other today were indeed sworn brothers. The elder brother, towering at eight feet tall with dark complexion and hands extending beyond his knees, bore the presence of someone extraordinary. He was none other than Du Wuhen, a once cultivator of Thunder Fortress, who later joined the Penglai Upper Sect and then the Elder Mayfly of the Immortal Sect.

The younger brother, with age-worn features and a gentle smile that showcased his scholarly demeanor, was actually the legendary Demon Head, Elder Mayfly, from the Southern Sea.

The two brothers had made off with a tremendous fortune from raiding Penglai and had since taken refuge in Yu Capital City. Du Wuhen suggested that they indulge themselves for once, having spent so long enduring hardships on the Stone Mining Islands. Finally in a bustling city, it was time to revel in festivities.

Actually, it was his past life as an Immortal Sect disciple, always under constraints, that kept him from these places of material temptation. He had long harbored a yearning for this, and now, free from past restrictions, he dared to act so unreservedly.

Elder Mayfly, however, remained somewhat reserved, sitting cross-legged, uncomfortably constrained.

Instead, it was the lady nearby who smiled and said, "Old sir, you needn’t be so formal—come a little closer. Look at that Young Hero, embracing and holding so comfortably."

"No, no, no," Elder Mayfly repeatedly waved his hand, "I am but a white-haired old man, and the girl is young and beautiful; it would be utterly impolite."

"It’s okay. I do have a preference for mature gentlemen," she said.

The good woman actively moved closer, eventually easing the tense Elder Mayfly after some time.

"Miss, could you please lift your dress up a bit, if it’s not too much trouble?"

"Of course, thank you so much. If it’s convenient, could you sit on my lap?"

"Thank you kindly. I have nothing to repay you with; please accept this small magical treasure as a token of my gratitude."

"Wow..." the thrilled girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Such was the value of the magical treasures from Elder Mayfly, clearly visible to the naked eye, and he was no longer just some old man in her eyes, but rather her precious old treasure.

While the two brothers enjoyed the dance surrounded by lovely girls, a commotion at the entrance caught their attention. Focusing, they heard a woman arguing loudly.

"Why can’t I enter? I visit here every time I come to Yu Capital City. I’m not just any regular, but a returning customer. Why won’t you let me have some fun—is it because I haven’t paid?" the woman shouted vehemently.

"Miss, this place is a brothel, and given you repeatedly visit as a lady, it’s somewhat..." the procuress spoke with a hint of grievance, "Moreover, you indeed haven’t paid for your last two visits, and each time you’ve left us with a big hole burned in our doorway..."

"So what if I didn’t pay?!" the woman’s voice scale climbed, "As an elder of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, it would reflect poorly if rumors of me visiting brothels spread, wouldn’t it? If I don’t pay, it doesn’t count."

"Indeed, Immortal Master. Normally it would be fine, but today we have important patrons having reserved the entire venue; we truly cannot accommodate you, please forgive us," the procures continued pleading softly.

The brothel in Yu Capital City naturally employed cultivators for security. When this woman first visited, a cultivator in charge of security was forced to intervene aggressively.

He had to recuperate for two years afterward.

During her second visit, they even reported to the Regent Residence, whose officials took one look and stated they couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t just them; even the Emperor himself coming here wouldn’t make a difference.

If that weren’t the case, why would she be so helpless?

Upon hearing this woman’s voice, Du Wuhen and Elder Mayfly exchanged a glance, each sensing the gravity in the other’s gaze.

Suddenly, the disruptive woman yelled, "Reserved? I must see for myself who this important patron is to dare reserve the place when I want to have fun. Humph!"

As she spoke, she seemed about to storm upstairs.

"Younger brother..."

"Elder brother..."

Du Wuhen and Elder Mayfly exchanged looks, instantly affirming their mutual thoughts, and nodded in agreement, "Let’s go!"

Elder Mayfly immediately transformed into a red mist, seeping out through the window, while Du Wuhen, before leaving, specifically instructed, "Let that woman come up. Cover all expenses on us... But make sure not to reveal our identities!"

The woman causing trouble downstairs, without the need for guessing, could instantly be recognized as the Peak Master of Silver Sword Peak of Shu Mountain.

Elder Mayfly had suffered at the hands of Empress Feng and knew of her fierce and unreasonable nature; she was no ordinary foe. Making her unhappy would do no good, even with polite gestures.

Du Wuhen had long heard of her reputation. If she saw the two brothers spending money like it was nothing, she might just treat them as if they were rich dogs. By then, negotiation would be off the table, and it wouldn’t just be the cost of this meal.

The two brothers fled in panic, leaving behind a group of dazed dancers, staring as a beautiful and domineering woman in a red dress charged up from downstairs.

"This... Miss..." The frightened girl hesitated before speaking again, "The guests who were here just now have left. They’ve said they will cover all your expenses."

"Oh?" Empress Feng smiled upon hearing this, "They are quite nice people."

...

"Burp—"

Having had her fill of food and drink, Empress Feng left the Qinfang Pavilion, burping contentedly, while a line of fearful girls bid her farewell.

"Paying customers sure do get a different level of service," she muttered, "If it weren’t for me being here on pressing business, in a hurry to visit my disciple, I would’ve definitely stayed the night."

Indeed.

Empress Feng had come to Yu Capital City specifically to visit her disciple who was imprisoned in the Sky-north Prison. Checking on the well-being and safety of her disciple was her most urgent agenda.

Before that, tasting the food on Food Mansion Street, visiting new wine shops, causing a bit of trouble in the gambling dens, and making a round in the brothel were merely incidental.

She then hurried towards the outskirts of the city.

Because if she didn’t hurry, night would fall.

Though Sky-north Prison was said to be outside Yu Capital City, it was actually a considerable distance from the city walls. One could understand why it wouldn’t be built next to the city, as it confined beings of the Seventh or even Eighth Realm, whose escapes could plunge the capital into chaos.

A streak of light headed northwest swiftly, and not long after, reached a desolate area surrounded by high peaks and deep ridges. Looking forward, one could see the layers of fortifications within the valley, dimly visible were the towering iron fortresses, but due to the formation and mist, they couldn’t be seen clearly.

The light was stopped by a city gate where soldiers in black armor and iron masks were on high alert, shouting, "Halt! Who goes there?"

"I am Empress Feng, the Peak Master of Shu Mountain." As the light dissipated, revealing her slender figure, Empress Feng shouted, "I am here to visit my disciple."

"No way!" the reply from the soldiers above was quite direct.

"I know this place is heavily guarded, but is it really not allowed even for someone from Shu Mountain to visit?" Empress Feng frowned, immediately showing displeasure.

"Prison King has specifically decreed that visits to the Sky-north Prison are forbidden, though Shu Mountain people are usually allowed," the leading soldier replied. "But Empress Feng, you definitely cannot."

"..." Empress Feng fell silent for a moment, then said, "I must have remembered wrong, actually my name is Wang Xuanling, can I enter now?"

"..." The people above the gate were also silent for a moment.

If she could see behind the iron masks, Empress Feng might have seen expressions on those soldiers’ faces that suggested, ’We have no quarrel with you, why do you take us for fools?’

Seeing her visit request denied, Empress Feng finally lost her temper and yelled with her hands on her hips, "Prison King, is it? You come out and confront me face to face! Why can Shu Mountain people come but not me? Is it because I’m your granny? Old Deng, come out!"

"There’s no particular reason!" A sudden, deep and distant voice spoke from behind the gate, "You just can’t enter Sky-north Prison!"

Empress Feng recognized the voice as that of Prison King, whom she had drunk and quarreled with in the Imperial Palace before.

Strictly speaking, this scoundrel was also a relative several generations her senior.

But she cared not for these ties and went forth with a kick, boom—

The first iron-colored gate shook violently, with a mysterious Daoist Rite power protecting the walls, surprisingly preventing even Empress Feng’s mighty strike from causing any damage. However, the extent of the walls’ shaking was quite significant, as if it had been rammed by an ancient beast, followed by explosive flames.

"If you don’t retreat, I’ll have to suppress you myself," the voice of Prison King sounded again, "Don’t say I’m picking on the smaller ones then."

"Fine!" Having failed to break in, Empress Feng grew even angrier, gritting her teeth, "You better watch yourself from now on, Old Deng, you can’t always be at home can you?!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind her.

"Master, what are you doing?"