The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 77 - 74: Brothel Farce (Part Two)

Chapter 77: Chapter 74: Brothel Farce (Part Two)

In the Tianyue Workshop’s Feiyin Pavilion,

It ranked just below the Lingxian Pavilion as a place of carnal indulgence. If Lingxian Pavilion was known for its elegant and refined atmosphere, Feiyin Pavilion was a domain devoted to the pleasures of the flesh, with its very name suggesting the whispering sounds of temptation.

Jin Mingxuan held a seductively fiery woman in his embrace, leaning lazily against a soft couch as he spoke, "Brother Meng, stop looking. No matter how enchanting the singing and dancing downstairs might be, nothing compares to the beauty held right here in my arms."

With these words, Jin Mingxuan’s hand reached for the woman’s bosom, grabbing a handful he couldn’t fully contain.

"Just five days ago, you were professing your undying love for that fairy from Lingxian Pavilion. Why aren’t you chasing after her anymore?" Qing Yu said casually.

"Although the fairy is beautiful, I can’t even see her true face, let alone taste her charms. How can she compete with the flesh within my grasp?" Jin Mingxuan applied a gentle pressure with his hand, eliciting coquettish complaints from the woman in his arms.

The daily selected guests at Lingxian Pavilion could only enter the canopy; they didn’t even get a glimpse of a face.

"Miss Xian Yin’s zither playing is indeed superior, like the sound of heavenly music. Unfortunately, I am but a common man, unable to acquire the refined tastes of those highbrows and resigned to seeking solace in the arms of Feiyin Pavilion," Jin Mingxuan lamented as if he had been forced to patronize Feiyin Pavilion.

"You rascal..." Qing Yu chuckled, rendered speechless.

Jin Mingxuan may have been exceptionally clever and well-learned, but he was simply not interested in scholarship. To him, studying was just a reluctant compromise; revelry was his priority. Otherwise, he would not have skipped Jixia Academy to seek his education at Mountain River Academy, shunning the nearby opportunity for a remote one, all because of Tianyue Workshop.

These past few days, Jin Mingxuan had completely let himself go, transforming from a novice only familiar with pork to an experienced libertine amidst the flowers, at breakneck speed.

His reputation had spread far and wide throughout Tianyue Workshop; everyone knew the name "Jin Manlou."

He was called "Jin Manlou" not just because Jin Mingxuan spent a fortune renting out an entire brothel but because he tirelessly sowed his seeds among all the beauties of the establishment, truly living up to the name "seed-filled building."

Qing Yu estimated that this rapscallion had undoubtedly mastered some "Joyful Zen" or "Dongxuanzi’s 36 Forms" of bedroom secret techniques.

"Brother Meng, I haven’t seen you around for two days. I was hoping to invite you to join me in the pleasures among the flowers."

"Brother, I’m getting old and not as virile as you. I must practice restraint for a happy life in the future. Besides, having once roamed the world, I now find myself unimpressed by these insipid beauties," Qing Yu said, feigning world-weariness.

"You? Roamed the world?" Jin Mingxuan shook his head in disbelief.

Brother Meng De might seem like a playboy and seasoned pleasure-seeker, but how old was he? If he’d managed to roam an entire city, that would be impressive, let alone the world.

"You don’t believe me? Haha, I hear you’ve earned the nickname ’Jin Manlou.’

Funny enough, I have a moniker too. People have given me the epithet ’Jin Shiyi.’ The meaning of that, well, you can figure that out for yourself," the shameless virgin bluffed brazenly.

"Jin Shiyi, ’seed’ left for the world, how domineering..." Jin Mingxuan, reflecting on his own nickname "Jin Manlou," deducted the significance of "Jin Shiyi," and was momentarily stunned by the audacity of it.

"Keep being shocked. I’m off to find a target," Qing Yu said.

He didn’t leave to seek pleasure; his virginity was still something he held dear.

No, an opportunity had arisen.

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Having spent several days in seclusion reflecting upon his conduct, Zhang Qian Ding’s heart had not settled. On the contrary, he felt increasingly agitated.

Today, with the entrance exams for Mountain River Academy drawing near, he finally got permission from his father to go out and seek some diversions, using the excuse that his restless heart would prevent him from performing well, promising that the outing was for the sake of ensuring his successful entry into the Academy.

He called up a few old rakes and made for Feiyin Pavilion to release some of the pent-up energy that he had accumulated over the past few days.

After a few cups of strong liquor, Zhang Qian Ding felt the flames within him rising rapidly, his body burning hot, so he stripped off his thick winter coat and, wearing only his undergarments, let loose, gulping down the fiery drink.

Looking over at his few unruly friends, they too were in their basic clothes, shouting and pushing their cups around in a toast.

"Drink..."

"Another cup..."

...

"How uncultured, utterly disgraceful to one’s family," a voice came from the room opposite.

The upstairs rooms of the Feiyin Pavilion were arranged around the dance floor below, with one wall open to the hall, bordered by fine pearwood to form a circle for the merry guests to enjoy the graceful dance of the girls below.

Zhang Qian Ding whirled around to see the reveler in the opposite room, "Xu, Ming, Feng!"

Every prodigal son has several similarly arrogant rivals. Xu Mingfeng, son of Physician You Guanglu, was Zhang Qian Ding’s sworn enemy.

"It is indeed myself, Brother Zhang. How enjoyable is the outcome of being rash?" Xu Mingfeng closed his folding fan with a polite tone, uttering words that made Zhang Qian Ding seethe with rage.

Zhang Qian Ding had rashly hit Feng Jiu with a cosh, a fact that had become no secret among the privileged youths of the Divine Capital. After all, there were several prodigal sons with Zhang Qian Ding in the alley at the time. A secret is no longer a secret when more than three people know.

Luckily for the Zhang Family, the Emperor did not favor the Ninth Prince; otherwise, they would have faced serious consequences.

"I’m happy—my ass!" Zhang Qian Ding grabbed a cup of wine and threw it.

The cup didn’t reach the opposite room and fell to the floor below, but the wine splashed out, dousing Xu Mingfeng’s face.

"You...how dare you..." Xu Mingfeng was very concerned about appearances, and being splashed with wine, he was too angry to speak.

"I dare to hit you too," Zhang Qian Ding said, wearing only his shirt as he ran out.

His rowdy companions, faces flushed, rushed out behind him.

Soon after, sounds of fighting came from the opposite room.

"Zhang Qian Ding, you really dare to lay hands..."

Zhang Qian Ding and his men, ferocious like tigers, charged with vigor. Although Xu Mingfeng had friends there too, how many of them were truly loyal? Zhang Qian Ding’s men, like desperados, were willing to take punches just to land a few blows—his fair-weather friends really couldn’t handle it.

Quickly, it turned into Zhang Qian Ding and his group beating and kicking Xu Mingfeng while Xu’s friends watched in silence.

"Ah...Zhang Qian Ding, you dare kick my crown jewels..."

"Kick you? So what, I’ll kick..."

"Zhang Qian Ding, I will never forgive you..." Pain and bitterness were indescribable in his voice.

"I’m not afraid of you, a guy who can only talk big. I dare to beat up a prince so badly he can’t get out of bed; you think I’d be scared of you..."

...

The curses and shouts from Zhang Qian Ding spread throughout the entire floor; the whole place fell silent, even Xu Mingfeng stopped his swearing.

The deed was done, and someone in the shadows cracked a smile.