Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 82 The Demon Sword Unsheathed, Causing Chaos at the Brothel! (Thanks to snakeskin0 for the generous donation!)
"Yang Dalong values ​​stability the most; Nanyang hasn't been in such turmoil for a long time."

Old Chen couldn't help but glance at the Taoist priest who was leisurely drinking tea, his mind flashing back to the many chaotic events from Yongqiu to Nanyang.

This person hasn't been in Nanyang County for very long.
Thinking of this, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

"Mr. Chen, please continue."

“Hmm,” Chen Laomou looked toward the city gate, “The defense of the county city is handled by the eight major forces on a monthly rotation basis. This time, the Nanyang Gang was not assigned, but Yang Zhen sent his men to interfere with the city’s defense.”

"It is clear that we need to block the undercurrents."

"If he really makes up his mind, he can use his prestige to subdue all the major forces. There is nothing in this prefecture that he cannot accomplish."

Yang Zhen can mobilize tens of thousands of troops, most of whom are martial artists from various sects. People should think twice before going head-to-head with him.

The fact that the big boss possesses a powerful weapon is no joke.

"Does Mr. Chen mean there has been a precedent before?"

“Exactly,” Chen Laomou recalled for a few moments, “There was originally a Lao Jun Temple in the city, and many branches were opened one after another. The temple was very popular, but it secretly committed evil deeds and intended to destroy the alliance of the major forces in the city. Yang Zhen acted swiftly and decisively, and destroyed more than ten branch temples overnight.”

"Therefore, many Taoist temples in the city have been abandoned."

Laojun Temple
That is the true teaching of the six paths of the two sects of the Demonic Sect.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment: "According to Elder Chen, if Yang Dalongtou investigates thoroughly, even if I kill the three major scourges of the Baling Gang, it will be of no use."

"Hey, times have changed."

Old Chen said, "Yang Zhen is getting old, and his methods are not as decisive as they used to be."

“Since the Celestial Master is on good terms with the Tiankui Sect, why would the Nanyang Gang bother to investigate the remote temple on Wolonggang with just a word from Sect Leader Lü? The only person Yang Zhen trusts most in this city, besides his right and left hands in the gang, is Lü Zhong.”

He hesitated upon seeing Zhou Yi.

Old Chen asked first, "Is it because you want to use Teacher Lü Zhong that the Celestial Master feels guilty?"

“Hehe,” he exclaimed dramatically, “the Tiankui Sect is going to make a fortune this time.”

Zhou Yi took another sip of tea: "Why did you choose this time to deal with the Baling Gang?"

Old Chen said seriously:

"The Baling Gang has colluded with the Yangxing Society and the Tuanjiang Sect. These two are rivals of the Tiankui Sect. The medicinal herb business is a major business for the Tuanjiang Sect. If your people want to do small-scale business, they won't be interested. But the Cao family's medicinal herb business is quite large."

“The Tuanjiang Sect will send people to investigate, and then the Baling Gang will be watching. As long as the three managers in charge of intelligence in the Central Plains aren’t stupid, they can probably guess that it’s the Celestial Master.”

"Nanyang is in turmoil right now, it's a perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters."

Seeing Zhou Yi pause for a few seconds before asking, Chen Laomou noticed his deep voice and pause.
"What is the Celestial Master's opinion?"

Zhou Yi gently tapped the porcelain cup: "I've been cooped up in the mountains for a while and I'm just looking for a place to listen to some music."

"How's the music at this brothel?"

Chen Laomou said, "It's alright. The common tunes are a bit vulgar, but we can find some fresh ones, such as the music of Kucha and Shule in the Western Regions. The Celestial Master can go and listen to them for himself and he will know."

"Compared to the Qing Shang music of the Jiangnan water towns, it is still quite different."

"The canal waters are high, and Emperor Yang Guang sailed across this bridge, haha."

He was sarcastic, yet he understood perfectly.

Zhou Yi stopped talking and said, "Old Chen, I will come to see you in three days."

Mr. Chen replied, "We await your arrival."

At the entrance of Meiwu Alley, Old Chen watched the receding figure, a question lingering in his mind.

If we say that Yang Dalongtou is hesitant in his actions now.

That person in front of me was being too decisive.

According to information obtained by the Giant Kun Gang, the extent of this person's power is actually unclear.

To commit murder in a brothel and then escape unscathed is no easy feat for an ordinary person.

Chen Laomou's expectations grew ever stronger.
After leaving the Kun Gang branch, Zhou Yi turned around and found Cao's residence.

The steward in charge of all affairs in Nanyang was named Cao Chengxian. He was Cao Erlang's cousin and was known for his reliable work.

Previously, I was in charge of business in Huaiyang County.

The new shop is located in the east of the city, not far from three martial arts schools, a very good location.

Zhou Yi didn't linger there; he immediately sought confirmation from Cao Chengxian.

Let's see if Chen Laomou is playing any tricks.

I remember this old man as quite reliable, but the gang leader behind him, Yun Yuzhen, is unreliable.

The Cao family has a knack for making their business so successful.

As soon as Zhou Yi asked, Cao Chengxian answered accordingly and then handed over a letter.

It includes the business network of medicinal herbs in Nanyang County collected by the Cao family.

From the initial mountain herb gatherers and farmers, to the mountain owners and leaders who manage large areas of medicinal herb fields.

Further investigation led to Nanyang, which indeed involved the Tuanjiang School.

Fortunately, Old Man Chen wasn't lying.

The Giant Kun Gang is now of great use. Having them in the city is like having many more professional and discerning eyes. Continuing to cooperate in a mutually beneficial way is good for both sides.

The Xiaojinlou (a type of entertainment venue) is located in the west of the city. Once you leave the west side of the city, you will be heading towards Wolonggang.

Wandering around Tongbao Street, where the brothel is located, pretending to eat and drink to scout out the spot, until we reached the edge of the city wall.

After touring back and forth several times, Zhou Yi was already stuffed.

Having familiarized himself with the terrain, he glanced past the brightly lit brothel and turned away.

Be cautious here, after all, the other side is involved in intelligence work, and some of the roadside vendors might even be members of the Baling Gang.
Three days later, at the turn of Shen and You (3-5 PM).

A sallow-faced man emerged from a teahouse in Meiwu Lane, his brows furrowed with a hint of ferocity. If he smiled, he would easily appear hypocritical.

Many seasoned veterans in the underworld are like this.

He was dressed in the coarse cloth clothes of an ordinary martial artist, with a cheap longsword hanging at his waist, probably bought casually from some small workshop.

The only slightly noticeable feature was probably the two strands of hair hanging down from in front of the ears.

A night breeze blows, and his temples flutter, as if he were holding a long sword.

The demeanor of a wandering swordsman was exactly the same.

"and this."

Old Chen tossed something out, and the sallow-faced man caught it.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of the atmosphere of Emperor Ding's graveyard: "What's it for?"

"The identity token of the Tuanjiang Sect was obtained from a dead man. Luo Changshou's son from the Tuanjiang Sect likes to go to brothels, so you might find it useful."

Seeing that he accepted the gift, Old Chen gave him a word of advice: "Be careful when you make your move. There are many people and many eyes in that place. Someone might recognize your martial arts style."

The sallow-faced man gave a sinister smile: "That's perfect."

Old Chen was taken aback.

The man turned to leave, but then heard something that almost made him trip:

"He beheads in brothels, I'll call myself Chen Laomou. No excuses for pest control, just throw the head of the person in charge around like a football."

"Hey hey hey-"

A series of wicked laughs.

The old locksmith in the teahouse chuckled and sighed, "Inhuman! Inhuman!"

……

The torrential rain in Nanyang County had only stopped for a day, and the sky had not yet cleared up.

At three quarters past the hour of You (5:45 PM), the sky was overcast.

The brothel had already lit up a ring of glazed lanterns in front of the eaves, and the fragrance of rouge wafted out from between the carved lattice windows.

The evening mist was thin, like a light veil on a beautiful woman.

From a distance, graceful silhouettes could be seen running around on the window paper, with what looked like people chasing and laughing behind them.

Everyone knows what's inside.

Although many courtesans attracted literary figures and poets, most of them came for the sake of desire.

It's like a bone-scraping knife; the more you scrape, the itchier it gets.

The row of brothels adorned with lanterns were all owned by brothels that indulged in extravagant spending. This den of extravagance in Nanyang was not only gaudy and vulgar, but also housed gambling dens and pawnshops next door.

No matter how much wealth or energy you have, they can squeeze it all out of you.

"Ouch!"

In front of the brothel, a middle-aged woman dressed in flamboyant attire greeted them from inside.

Those in their line of work have very sharp eyes.

Judging from your clothes, demeanor, and speech, you can roughly tell how much money you have.

But this time, the madam didn't even need to look.

The pupils in his eyes moved up and down, automatically locking onto the gold that the sallow-faced man tossed up and then landed in his palm.

This man is dressed tackyly and flaunts his wealth so ostentatiously; he must have recently struck it rich.

Such people from the martial arts world are quite common.

They often become extremely inflated, yet they are the easiest to plunder from their pockets.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time here looking for fun?"

The sallow-faced man said, "What? You're not welcome just because I'm a stranger?"

"How could that be?" the madam said with a smile. "It's just that I didn't know your preferences and was afraid of calling the wrong girl and making you complain, which would spoil your mood."

The sallow-faced man laughed:

"That's easy. I came all the way from Jiangnan, picking branches and flowers along the way. I heard that this Xiaojinlou is very famous, so I wanted to see if it was true."

"I'm here to have a good time. I don't care about tacky and gaudy things."

The madam glanced at the sallow-faced man's eyes and, sure enough, they were dark and wrinkled.

This is an appearance of excessive joy.

"I wonder how much fun you're looking for, sir?"

The madam tentatively asked.

The sallow-faced man pulled out gleaming gold from his pocket, making her eyes widen in admiration.

"The best girl deserves the best wine."

"Sir, please come up to the third floor!"

The madam led the way, calling out "Make way, make way" all the way, ensuring the distinguished guests behind her had a smooth journey through the extremely noisy brothel.

Zhou Yi looked around and was somewhat amazed by the wealth of the Baling Gang.

Wooden staircases connect the buildings, running through all four directions, with silk lanterns everywhere and vibrant music playing frequently.

In the center of the incense shop is a table, which is covered by a large circle of tall glass lamps, making it impossible to look away as soon as you enter.

Several dancers were performing the Lotus Picking Song here, with a hot-bodied Hu woman in the middle, showing off her erotic dance.

A large number of onlookers gathered on the first and second floors.

Following the madam, Zhou Yi went straight up to the third floor.

This place is much quieter and more elegant than the first and second floors. The three managers of Xiaojinlou are on the fourth floor, which is where the Baling Gang meets and discusses business.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Several men dressed in black, armed with weapons, patrolled above.

If someone were to rush up the stairs, they wouldn't be able to hide it from them.

"If you look down on ordinary women and want to find the best girls, then the only option is a virgin."

"Whether you can win them over with your talent and martial arts skills or with your wealth and treasures, it's all about fate."

"Otherwise, all we can do is drink, chat, and listen to music and singing."

The madam chuckled, "If the young lady is unwilling to share a bed with you, sir, please refrain from causing any unpleasantness."

"Don't worry, I know the rules."

Seeing that the madam remained silent, Zhou Yi immediately threw out a gold ingot, which was equivalent to throwing out more than a dozen bolts of silk.

The madam was very shrewd; she wouldn't act until she saw a clear advantage.

Then, beaming with joy, he led Zhou Yi into a quiet room.

Above this quiet room are the three managers of the Baling Gang.

The windows inside were half-open, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

The madam smiled at Zhou Yi and left, glancing at the gold in her hand as she turned away, muttering curses under her breath.

She had just seen three gold ingots; this was the smallest one.

I thought it would be very luxurious.

The interior was quite elegant, with exquisite wine vessels on a small table in the center, and half a roll of painting paper spread out on a sandalwood table beside it, with ink still wet in the inkstone.

Ahead lay a silken curtain, behind which a beautiful figure was half-hidden, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Zhou Yi pulled the blanket next to the low couch over and stopped talking to the courtesan.

He lay there half-reclined, closing his eyes to rest.

At first, the woman inside the boudoir thought Zhou Yi was playing hard to get.

So she didn't say anything.

But she gradually realized something was wrong; the guest seemed to be there to sleep, not moving at all.

She couldn't see the person's face clearly through the curtain.

Judging from his figure alone, he doesn't seem like a bad-looking person.

Perhaps he will be a handsome young man.

However, most people who come to places like this are probably not good people.

Another cup of tea's time passed, and the person outside still didn't move.

This really piqued her curiosity.

He lifted the veil and looked outside, then quickly put it down, feeling greatly disappointed.

This yellow-faced man was both ugly and fierce.

He doesn't resemble a kind and good person at all.

For a moment, she didn't know what to do, because she had never encountered such a situation before.

"Young lady, can you play a tune?"

Suddenly a voice reached her ears, and she casually replied, "Of course."

"Play me a piece."

She was taken aback by these words.

According to the rules in the building, whether or not she plays a piece depends on her mood; she will only give a piece to someone she can chat with.

But she didn't refuse.

This sallow-faced man was ugly and had an unpleasant voice, but...
His words were not flippant at all, and they were pleasant to listen to.

It was precisely because she felt this rare bit of respect that she did not refuse.

So he plucked the strings and sang softly:

"The evening river is still and calm, spring flowers are in full bloom. The flowing waves carry the moon away, the tide brings the stars in. The night dew carries the fragrance of flowers, the spring pool ripples with the moon's glow."

This was written by Yang Guang when he was ordered to inspect and govern the southeast.

He was then made crown prince, hence the romantic poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

The Baling gang flattered Yang Guang, and every master of folk arts in every brothel had to know this song.

The courtesan in the room was quite skilled; her singing was beautiful without being gaudy, gentle without being lewd, and had an air of elegance.

She finished singing but received no feedback.

The sallow-faced man outside fell silent again, and this silence lasted for a long time.

She was unaware of Zhou Yi's purpose.

But she realized she had encountered a strange guest. For some unknown reason, she lifted the curtain and sat down at the table where the wine vessels were placed.

Reaching out to pour the wine.

Suddenly, he noticed that the yellow-faced man opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed his eyes again.

"No need to pour wine unless you want to drink it yourself."

The woman put down the wine pot: "My name is Shen Qiaolan, just call me Qiaolan. May I ask how you would address me, sir?"

"I don't remember. I rarely use my name when I'm traveling around."

"That's a very perfunctory statement."

"Actually, it's better to be a little perfunctory. You don't need to waste your energy on me. You can take a break. I see that the ink in your inkstone is not dry. You've only painted half of it. You can continue painting your picture."

Shen Qiaolan paused for a moment, then turned her gaze from the painting back to her question: "My lord, do you really not need me to concern myself with this?"

"Need not."

"If you don't give Aunt Chun some money, you can't enter this room. Wouldn't that money have been wasted?"

After she asked, she heard the sallow-faced man reply:

"That's why I asked you to play a piece for me earlier. The value of a melody is immeasurable; whether you buy it expensively or cheaply is entirely up to you."

"Hmm, I have spoken with many guests but have never seen anyone like you, sir. However, I find your speech to be extraordinary, unlike that of an ordinary person from the martial arts world."

The sallow-faced man gave a forced smile and did not respond.

Shen Qiaolan pressed on, asking, "Where did you come from, my lord?"

The sallow-faced man said, "It's very far north."

Shen Qiaolan smiled and switched her accent to her hometown dialect: "You're lying again. My ancestral home is in the Yan and Zhao region. Nowhere in the north or south is your accent."

Zhou Yi looked at the young and beautiful woman in front of him: "How did you get here?"

Her expression darkened instantly upon hearing this, and she hesitated before finally saying, "It was unavoidable."

Zhou Yi doesn't need to touch on her painful memories anymore.

He knew all too well what the Baling Gang was all about.

Have you ever thought about leaving this place?

Shen Qiaolan said helplessly, "Redeeming oneself requires a huge expense, which few people can afford, let alone meet someone they like. In a few years, when youth fades, one will no longer be able to be a courtesan."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly said:
“I feel that you are a very special person. I have an impulse in my heart that if you redeem me, I am willing to go with you.”

Zhou Yi quickly shook his head: "I can't help you, but you can run away on your own."

"You can't escape."

Shen Qiaolan said in despair, "Some people have escaped, but you can't imagine how miserable their fate was. Without the manager's permission, don't even think about stepping out of the brothel."

She raised her hand and wiped her eyes.

"You're a strange person. I don't know why I suddenly opened my heart to you, but this is something I must never tell anyone."

Just pretend you didn't hear that, I'll sing you another song.

After speaking, he went into the boudoir and began to pluck the strings of his zither.

This time, she sang "Picking Lotus Flowers by the River".

Zhou Yi heard the line, "Still gazing back at my old home, the long road stretches endlessly ahead."

inside the room.

The woman's recitation, accompanied by the strumming of the strings, was filled with profound sorrow, as if she were weeping and lamenting, while the sallow-faced man seemed to be the most heartless person in the world.

He was unmoved.

The more sorrowful the woman's voice, the colder he became.

Then he closed his eyes again, as if he hadn't heard anything.

About half an hour later, night fell.

The Xiaojinlou was even more lively, with laughter coming from downstairs all the time.

Zhou Yi originally planned to act late at night, but to be on the safe side, he could kill one person first to give the Baling Gang something to do.

Of course, it would be even better if all three stewards could be killed once and for all.

At this moment
Footsteps came from the staircase outside.

"dong dong dong~~"

There were quite a few people, and then the ingratiating voices of a madam could be heard:
"Young Master, the head steward is waiting for you."

"Young Master, you're here too! Please, please come in!"

A burst of laughter came from the other end of the stairs, followed by a series of footsteps that echoed overhead.

Zhou Yi listened attentively.

Now he had confirmed the position of the head steward.

Shen Qiaolan had just stopped playing the piano when Zhou Yi suddenly asked:
"Is that young sect leader from the Tuanjiang Sect?"

Shen Qiaolan showed a look of disgust: "Yes."

"Is he annoying?"

Shen Qiaolan stepped out from behind the curtain again, looked at the sallow-faced man, and finally spoke:

"This man is a lecherous scoundrel who has ruined the reputations of many women. I heard from others that he also practiced some kind of evil martial art that involves absorbing yin energy to replenish yang energy."

“Some girls were tormented by him, and everyone hated and feared him, but dared not offend him.”

She felt a wave of powerlessness wash over her, and sighed softly:
That's just how the world is; no one can change it.

Silence fell over the room.
"You'd better find a chance to run away."

Shen Qiaolan suddenly heard these words again.

She shook her head again, refusing to explain further to Zhou Yi.

Before long, she noticed that the sallow-faced man had closed his eyes again.

This silence lasted for almost half an hour.

As night deepened, the fourth floor became lively, presumably with people drinking and eating.

The sound of thumping could be heard from the staircase from time to time.

Shen Qiaolan was startled to realize that the yellow-faced man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened them.

In that instant, she seemed to see a completely different look in her eyes than before.

Even his yellow face created a deep sense of disharmony between his eyes and his sallow complexion.

The sallow-faced man stood up.

Shen Qiaolan said:

"Although it's time, I haven't kicked you out. You can stay as long as you want. That's the rule in the brothel; the madam won't make you leave."

The sallow-faced man said, "So that's how charming I am."

Shen Qiaolan shook her head: "To be honest, your appearance is very ordinary, nothing about you attracts me, but you are unique. Even though you're a habitual liar, you make me feel your sincerity."

“You’re wrong,” the sallow-faced man interrupted her. “It’s not that I’m being sincere, it’s that you’re too sensitive.”

"I need to use the restroom."

Zhou Yi slipped out of the room to urinate, glancing sideways at the fourth floor.

Seeing a large number of people standing guard, these people were stationed in different places, clearly from three different factions.

The one in black is from the Baling Gang, and the other two, who are in disarray, are probably from the Tuanjiang Sect and the Yangxing Society.

I had heard the words "Young Master" before.

Of the eight major forces, only Yangxing Society has the character "Society" in its name.

The more diverse the forces at this point, the happier Zhou Yi became.

If it were only the Baling gang, they would be questioned if they tried to climb to the fourth floor.

at this time
Someone carried up the second staircase with an exquisite wooden tray containing fruits, pastries, and a pot of wine.

A thought struck him.

Okay, these are the Baling gang members!
Carrying his identity plaque from the Tuanjiang Sect with him, he rushed downstairs, shouting as he went:

"Hey! Why are you so slow!"

"My young master has been waiting for so long!"

The helper responsible for carrying the plates stopped in his tracks, wondering, "I didn't slow down either."

In the blink of an eye, he saw a hand flash by, and the tray in his hands was snatched away by the sallow-faced man.

This is the Crane Hand.

It was Zhou Yi's unique skill of disarming someone with his bare hands!
This guy who carries the dishes is mediocre in martial arts; how could he possibly withstand such attacks?

Just as the group was about to shout, Zhou Yi glared at him:
"I'll deliver it! You're dawdling and ruining my young master's mood. I'll make you a breeding ground for pigs!"

"you!"

The Baling gang members glanced at Zhou Yi's waist tag, and seeing that he ignored them and went straight to the fourth floor, they had no choice but to go back downstairs.

The head steward had given prior instructions not to offend the guests.

He could only walk and curse at the same time:

"What the hell is so great about the Tuanjiang School?"

"Pooh!"

Upon reaching the corner on the fourth floor, two alert-looking members of the Baling gang looked over.

Zhou Yi stood tall and waved to one of them.

The man saw Zhou Yi's waist tag.

"What is it?" He stepped forward and forced a smile.

Zhou Yi said, "Did my young master just instruct us to serve more fruit wine? If he did, I'll go and get it right away."

His voice was very low, almost right next to the ears of the Baling gang members.

The men from the Baling gang understood.

It turns out they were afraid of making a mistake.

He laughed and said, "No, I just wanted a pot of local Jiu Yun Gan Li, which Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty drank."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi thanked him and asked the two Baling gang members, who were not surprised that it was the Tuanjiang faction who delivered the items.

They assumed it was a special instruction given by someone in the banquet hall.

As Zhou Yi walked forward, she tugged at the hem of her clothes to cover her waist badge.

The people of the Tuanjiang faction naturally couldn't see it.

Just now, Zhou Yi whispered to the men of the Baling Gang. The people of the Tuanjiang Sect and Yangxing Society simply thought he was from the Xiaojinlou (a brothel) and wouldn't bother to investigate.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and sneered, then entered the huge hall where the banquet was being held openly and honestly.

Glass lamps illuminated every corner, and the banquet was in full swing.

The instant he stepped across the threshold, he removed the waist tag of the Tuanjiang School.

With the three major forces united, it's impossible for them to be familiar with every single person on the other side, big or small.

Therefore, a minor character who comes in as a waiter can't attract any attention at all.

Zhou Yi recognized the young master of the Tuanjiang Sect at a glance.

Luo Rongtai.

His flamboyant young master attire and his narrow, sinister eyes.

I had barely entered Nanyang when this guy blocked my way.

What a cat blocking the way! We meet again.

Zhou Yi's eyes swept across the table. The three men in black at the head of the table must be those three scourges.

Those who are with pests, none of the people at this table are of good quality.

"Pour wine!"

Zhou Yi placed the fruit and pastries next to the two plates of chicken and duck, and Luo Rongtai then excitedly called out.

"Young Master Luo is in high spirits, hahaha!"

The tall, imposing head steward at the head of the table laughed and said, "Pour the wine! Quickly, pour wine for the young sect leader!"

Zhou Yi casually picked up the wine pot and filled Luo Rongtai's glass to the brim.

Luo Rongtai lewdly said:

“Your top courtesan has never listened to me, but this time the head steward has spoken up. I’m naturally happy that I can have some fun with her.”

The head steward waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "This is nothing."

He looked at Luo Rongtai, then at another young man, the young leader of the Yangxing Society: "Our gang is able to operate with ease in Nanyang thanks to the two of you."

"Don't talk about prostitutes. Whatever kind of prostitutes the young sect leader wants to play with, we'll find a way to get them."

“Haha,” Luo Rongtai lewdly laughed, “Alright, alright, let’s have another drink.”

"Okay, do it!"

The other two managers also raised their glasses.

Zhou Yi approached the three leaders of the Baling Gang and poured wine for them in turn.

They accompanied and served each other.

There was a group of people standing around the banquet table, who glanced at him but didn't pay him any attention.

Taking advantage of the mood, everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.

One of the Baling gang members blinked, then his eyes widened as he saw something incredible.

Beside the head steward, the man pouring the wine subtly pulled the wine pot down and placed his hand on the long sword at his waist.

When he saw this scene, the head manager of the brothel was drinking with his head tilted back.

This was the most lively moment of the banquet.
The wine is fragrant, snakes laugh and mice frolic, sweet joy abounds.
The liquor gurgled down my throat.

At this moment of ultimate pleasure.
suddenly!

凔————

A swift and unparalleled sound of a sword being drawn suddenly rang out, shattering the joyful atmosphere in the banquet hall as if a mirror had been abruptly broken!

The eerie and sinister scene was reflected in the crackling, shattered mirror.

The head steward tilted his head back while drinking, exposing his thick, fleshy neck.

He caught a glimpse of a black light out of the corner of his eye!
It was a sword, emanating an eerie black aura, blowing towards us like a black gale.

This sword strike was very fast.
So the ears heard a pleasant yet eerie sound.

It felt like someone was ringing a bell in the dark, and the black wind was chilling.

My soul shuddered.

Nanyang's rice wine, Jiu Yun Gan Li, has a warming effect on the heart and lungs.

but,

The head steward's final feeling was that the warmth in his stomach had abruptly stopped.

Only then did they realize that a large gash had been cut into their throat.

The yellow wine he drank was stained with blood and didn't have a chance to go down; it just spilled out.

Just as Zhou Yi poured him wine, the head steward now offered Zhou Yi a toast as well, but Zhou Yi refused to give him face and would never accept the wine cup.

"Ah~!!"

The voice did not come from the head steward, but from the second steward beside Zhou Yi.

After slitting the throat of the head steward with a single sword stroke, he used his flat sword to cut off the head of the second steward.

The second steward was the tallest, with a neck like a turtle sticking its head out. In the past, when he went out to catch women, his long neck gave him a visual advantage.

But now, Zhou Yi can cut off his head without even needing to aim.

Zhou Yi was very dissatisfied with the slash; if the sword had been any faster, he would have swallowed his shout.

"what do you--!"

The three stewards screamed in alarm, and chaos erupted in the banquet hall.

Before he could even utter the word "human," the demonic sword was already crashing down upon him.

The third steward had two swords at his waist, but the incident happened so suddenly that he could only use his skilled right hand to draw the short sword from his left waist and parry it against the long sword that exuded demonic energy.

However.
The eerie sword shadow flickered, and his short sword struck the air.

Instantly, his blood surged, and he felt an inexhaustible sense of strength.

With just that slight hesitation, a sharp pain shot through his chest; his heart meridian had been pierced. Blood gushed from his back, covering Luo Rongtai's face in blood.

At that moment, the short knife fell to the ground, and Zhou Yi struck it with his palm.

"Hiss~!!"

The short knife flew rapidly due to the force of the impact, aiming straight for Luo Rongtai, whose eyes were blinded by blood.

"Young Sect Leader!"

A master from the Tuanjiang Sect cried out in horror, grabbed the young sect leader with both hands, and pulled him to the side.

He reacted quickly enough to save Luo Rongtai's life.

But suddenly Luo Rongtai's body was raised, and the short knife flew past his crotch.

A "snap" sounded.

The young master Luo's belongings were shredded by the force, his pants were torn to shreds, and a foul stench wafted out.

He ignored the blood on his face, clutched his groin with both hands, and cried out, "It's gone, it's gone!"
Luo Rongtai threw his head back and let out a miserable howl!
The sound resounded throughout the brothel, possessing a sharp, penetrating quality that most women could only muster.

The experts from the Tuanjiang Sect standing nearby couldn't care less about that; they were already lucky to have saved his life.

"Chief Steward! Second Steward!"

"kill!"

"kill him!"

"..."

The people standing around all drew their weapons. Zhou Yi kicked the second steward's head off and forced back the man with the knife at the front.

The second steward's head hit the railing and fell to the third floor.

Hearing the commotion outside, Shen Qiaolan, who was on the third floor, went out to investigate.

She saw Aunt Chun, the madam who was greeting the sallow-faced man, screaming as she pushed away the head that had hit her face.

Shen Qiaolan was stunned and immediately recognized that it was the second steward.

"Ah~!!!"

At that moment, a scream came from the fourth floor.

Then came the cracking sound of something breaking!

The wooden railing on the fourth floor broke, and a man from the Baling Gang fell to the first floor along with the broken railing.

The dancers who were still performing the "Lotus Picking Song" scattered and hid, and the alluring Hu woman was so frightened that her face turned pale.

The brothel is in complete chaos!

……

(End of this chapter)