PFC Chapter 460 Overnight Stay at the Immortal's Lazy Abode
Chapter 460 Overnight Stay at the Immortal's Lazy Abode
The stronghold of the Hehuan Sect was, to put it bluntly, a brothel, the largest brothel in Zhongzhou.
The main hall can accommodate dozens of tables and has hundreds of chandeliers, all powered by spirit stones, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.
The buildings were ornately decorated and resplendent in gold; the floor was so polished that it reflected one's image.
The air was filled with the scents of cosmetics and wine, a mixture that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but possessed a captivating charm.
As soon as Mei Jiu Niang entered, the girls inside surrounded her, chattering like a flock of sparrows.
"The sect leader is back!"
"Sect Master, we've missed you so much!"
Mei Jiu Niang raised her hand, and all sounds vanished instantly.
She glanced around and said casually:
"Clear out all irrelevant people; we're closed today."
The girls were taken aback for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions. They turned around and went to ask for help.
Mei Jiu Niang walked up to Lin Chen and lowered her voice, "I'll go ask where Master is. You rest here."
After saying that, he glanced at Yao Yao, Shi Shi, and Shi Shi, and said, "Yao Yao, Shi Shi, Shi Shi, you two serve them well."
The three women nodded in unison.
Mei Jiu Niang glanced at Ling Bo again, a slight smile curving her lips. "Miss Ling Bo, please bear with me!"
Lingbo ignored her.
Mei Jiu Niang didn't care, turned around and left, her purple skirt fluttering, leaving behind a captivating silhouette.
The process of clearing the area was a bit bumpy, but most of the guests were having a great time.
Although he was unwilling, he didn't say anything.
The immortal has been lying in Tianyuan City for over a thousand years, backed by the Hehuan Sect. Ordinary people can't afford to offend him and can only obediently leave.
But there are always those who are not afraid of the Hehuan Sect.
A middle-aged man with a large belly, wearing a brocade robe and gold and jade ornaments at his waist, was followed by two guards.
He slammed his fist on the table, his face trembling with bulging muscles:
"Why are you kicking me out? I'm a regular customer here!"
Don't you know how many spirit stones you spend every year? Is this how you treat me?
The girls turned pale from the scolding, took a few steps back, and dared not utter a sound.
Mei Jiu Niang hadn't gone far when she heard the noise and turned around.
She didn't say anything, just stared at the middle-aged man.
There was a light flowing in those eyes, a pale pink, so faint that it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.
The middle-aged man froze when he saw Mei Jiu Niang's eyes.
The anger on his face gradually disappeared, as if something had been drawn away from him.
Instead, there is a kind of obsession, a kind of daze, a dreamlike sense of unreality.
He released his hand from the table, stood up, straightened his robes, and bowed deeply to Mei Jiu Niang, his tone becoming gentle and respectful:
"Sorry to bother you, I'll be going now."
Then he turned around and obediently walked towards the door.
Two guards followed behind, moving in unison with identical expressions.
As he reached the entrance, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped, turned around to look at the signboard of Zuixianlou, and looked somewhat lost.
As if wondering why he was there, he thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and left.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
A girl whispered, "The sect leader is so amazing."
Another girl chimed in, "Of course, the sect leader is—"
He was stopped halfway through his sentence by the person next to him.
There are some things that cannot be said in front of guests, even if the guest was brought back by the sect leader himself.
Mei Jiu Niang withdrew her gaze and continued walking towards the back.
After the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was cleared out, the main gate was closed, and the spirit stone lamps were dimmed a few levels, softening the light.
Only Lin Chen and his men remained in the hall.
The girls gathered around, pouring tea, wine, snacks, and peeling fruit.
A young woman placed a cup of tea beside Lin Chen, the tea leaves slowly unfurling and floating in the cup.
A young woman placed a plate of exquisite pastries on the table and said softly, "Young master, please enjoy your meal."
Another girl was holding a bowl of white fungus soup and asked Lin Chen if he wanted to try some.
Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed being served by the girls.
The girls of the Hehuan Sect are all quite formidable, but when it comes to serving others, they are incredibly attentive.
This wasn't taught by Mei Jiu Niang; it's a skill ingrained in the very bones of the Hehuan Sect.
I know what you want, I know how to make you comfortable, and I know when to advance and when to retreat.
Yao Yao was being chattered away by several girls, glancing at Lin Chen every now and then.
She whispered something with a smug look on her face:
"That's my husband." "Yes, that's him..." "Wow, Yao Yao, you're so lucky." and similar comments.
Shi Shi stood gracefully behind Lin Chen, expressionless, like two beautiful vases.
Lingbo sat in a corner at a distance, holding a cup of tea, watching this scene with a blank expression.
Lan Fenghuang sat next to her, also with a cup of tea, and looked calm.
Lin Chen's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Ling Bo.
Lingbo was also looking at him. Their eyes met briefly in the air before they looked away.
As night deepened, Lin Chen put down his teacup, stood up, and stretched.
Lan Fenghuang glanced at him, put down her teacup, and stood up as well.
Lingbo sat motionless in the corner, but her eyes followed him the whole time.
"I need to rest," Lin Chen said.
The girls immediately stopped and all looked at him.
A girl stepped forward:
"Young master, your room is upstairs. I'll take you there."
Lin Chen nodded and followed her upstairs.
The top-floor rooms are the best in Zuixianlou, reserved exclusively for distinguished guests.
The room was very large, covered with a thick carpet of spirit beast fur, which felt like walking on clouds.
The bed is large enough to sleep seven or eight people without any problem. The quilt is made of the finest silkworm silk, which is smooth and cool against the skin.
The window faces east, directly onto the streets of Tianyuan City. During the day, one can see pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and at night, one can see the lights of thousands of homes.
It was late at night, and the corridor was quiet.
The spirit stone lamps were dimmed, with only a few lit, casting a yellowish light.
Lin Chen lay on the large bed in the room, staring blankly at the canopy.
Lingbo's breathing was steady, her face turned towards the window, the moonlight shining on her face, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Lin Chen lay down next to her for a while, then gently removed her hand from his body, sat up, got dressed, and went out the door.
Lin Chen walked to the end of the corridor, stood by the window, and looked at the moon outside.
The moon is not round; it has a missing piece, as if someone has taken a bite out of it.
"Come out," Lin Chen said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a person stepped out of the shadows behind Lin Chen.
He was dressed in black, with an ordinary face, and would be easily lost in a crowd.
The man knelt on one knee and bowed his head: "I am Liang Qi, the leader of the Zhongzhou Bad People's intelligence team. I pay my respects to my lord."
Lin Chen didn't turn around: "Get up."
Liang Qi stood up and stood with his hands at his sides.
Lin Chen asked, "How's the intelligence gathering on the Gu God Palace going?"