My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"What are you doing here?"

Chang Huai stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that the person he least wanted to run into during the day would appear again at night, and in this way no less.

If you're not a promising young talent who needs to protect your reputation, what are you doing here?

"This is my family business. You should be here. What are you doing here?" Fang Yuan said calmly.

Yes!

Chang Huai suddenly realized.

Zuimeng Pavilion was originally Fang family territory; it's his turn to leave.

Just as Chang Huai was about to step out the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and his face darkened abruptly.

"Fang Yuan, don't push your luck!"

"So what if I bully you?" Fang Yuan's face was indifferent, completely disregarding this young master of the prefect.

"Have you forgotten what I told you back then?"

Chang Huai glanced at Xiao Zi beside Fang Yuan, and a bad memory immediately flooded his mind.

Three years ago, he didn't know Xiao Zi's identity and tried to harass her in the street, but ended up getting a severe beating.

The one who made the move was none other than Fang Yuan!

Later, they even publicly declared that they should never run into them again, or they would beat them up every time they saw them.

"Get out of here now, or I'll have to hit you!"

"How dare you! In the Drunken Dream Pavilion, I'd like to see who dares to get out!"

Just then, a strong voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Knowing she couldn't control the situation, the madam quickly went down and brought Fang Qian up.

Fang Qian heard those words as soon as he arrived, and immediately responded, "Drunken Dream Pavilion is Fang family territory, and it's not up to outsiders to be arrogant."

But when he stepped into Room No. 1 of the Dream Building, he was completely dumbfounded, as if petrified on the spot.

"Young...Master..."

Fang Qian's body trembled, and he could barely speak. He quickly bowed and paid his respects.

"I was unaware of the young master's arrival and failed to greet him properly. Please forgive me."

The situation was beyond Fang Qian's control; he wouldn't dare say a word for Chang Huai, his usual good brother.

"Is he Fang Yuanyao, the number one genius in the county?"

The courtesan, holding a pipa, had a glint in her beautiful eyes, which held a deep respect for the strong.

"Fortunately, I did not slight this young master in the slightest."

The madam secretly rejoiced, never expecting that the elegant young man was actually the young master of her boss's powerful backer—what a figure he was!

"Fang Yuan, we'll meet again someday!"

Despite his deep resentment and the humiliation he had suffered, Chang Huai had no choice but to utter harsh words and turn away.

One of the attendants and guards wanted to stand up for his master, but before he could even speak, he was slapped to the ground.

In Qinghai City, the three major families are the absolute local powers, controlling most of the resources.

However, the position of prefect is not one that can be held indefinitely; offending the three great families will bring no benefit whatsoever.

As the saying goes, "Prefects come and go, but powerful families remain."

Moreover, Chang Huai's status at home was far inferior to Fang Yuan's, and he had quite a few brothers.

"Fang Qian, you're really showing off now."

Fang Yuan spat out the fruit pit, looked at the timid Fang Qian in front of him, and said with a half-smile.

"Now you can even disregard the family rules?"

These words truly shocked Fang Qian. Completely bewildered, he immediately knelt on the ground, "Please enlighten me, Young Master."

"I don't interfere with your business," Fang Yuan said calmly, "but forcing women into prostitution and openly kidnapping them, what does that mean?"

Fang Qian was stunned for a long time, then realized with surprise, wondering how the young master knew.

Is it worth him personally stepping forward to hold someone accountable for something so trivial?

"Please calm down, young master. We did all this for the benefit of the family; we were forced into it." Fang Qian feigned pitifulness.

"For the sake of the family's interests?" Fang Yuan sneered. "You've tarnished the family's reputation; how could we let you off the hook?"

The voice just fell.

Fang Yuan gathered his true energy at his fingertips, flicked his finger, and it quickly entered Fang Qian's dantian, making a cracking sound.

"No……"

Fang Qian let out a wail, his face contorted in pain, clutching his abdomen with both hands, rolling on the ground in agony, feeling as if he were dying.

A cultivator's foundation lies in their dantian; if the dantian is destroyed, their cultivation will completely dissipate.

Those whom the Fang family dispatched to manage the family's external businesses were generally people with low martial arts talent.

This sudden turn of events could be said to have completely wasted Fang Qian's decades of arduous cultivation.

"This is a small punishment to serve as a warning. If you do it again, I'll take your life."

"Thank you... Young Master, for sparing my life..."

Fang Qian endured the pain and, with the help of the madam, stood up and thanked her, bearing the humiliation.

"Send over all the women you've recently abducted. Xiao Zi, you go and keep an eye on them."

Fang Qian nodded in agreement. Due to his limited mobility, he could only let the madam make the arrangements.

Before long, more than a dozen young women of different ages were brought up, ranging from twelve or thirteen to seventeen or eighteen.

Room No. 1 of the Dream series was very spacious, and even with more than ten people coming in, it did not feel crowded.

They huddled together like ostriches, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Fang Qian.

Fang Yuan, sitting in the main seat, aroused their curiosity.

"Bai Yun, hurry up and thank the young master for saving your life."

Xiao Zi pulled over a girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, and they immediately knelt down in front of Fang Yuan with a respectful attitude.

"Damn it, what kind of eyes do those people down there have that they dare to touch even the young master's men?"

At this moment, Fang Qian finally understood why the young master had come here and even went so far as to destroy his dantian.

Fortunately, the little girl was unharmed, otherwise he might not have survived.

Thinking of this, Fang Qian broke out in a cold sweat, his back soaked through.

The young master has always been protective of his own, and those who offend him never have a good ending.

Changhuai serves as the best cautionary tale.

Fang Qian secretly made up his mind that everyone involved in this matter should be killed!

Fang Yuan glanced at the dozen or so women in front of him and noticed that a few of them had decent aptitude. He said calmly:

"I will give you money for your journey home, but if you want to come with me, you can stay."

Fang Yuan waved his hand, and the madam understood, immediately going to prepare the silver.

After a brief moment of thought, only four or five of the dozen or so women were willing to leave, all of whom had parents at home.

The rest of the people clearly had no one to rely on. Born into a chaotic world, leaving one wolf's den would likely mean entering another tiger's lair.

Fang Yuan has a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor, making it easy for people to like him.

This is also the key reason why the vast majority of people are willing to stay.

Fang Yuan nodded slightly. Keeping those promising talents would still be a worthwhile outcome.

"This servant also wishes to leave with the young master!"

Seeing that Fang Yuan was about to leave, Miao Yunshang quickly put down her pipa, lifted her veil, and pleaded.

Upon seeing this, both the madam and Fang Qian's expressions changed.

The courtesan is the face of the Drunken Dream Pavilion; if she were to leave, the losses would be considerable.

Fang Yuan was never a kind-hearted person. He glanced at Miao Yunshang and found her to be exceptionally beautiful with a well-proportioned figure.

Give me a reason to leave.