"Master, don't tell me you are going to the pavilion!" Bai Rong nervously asked, as she paced about as they walked, but Mo Han was calm about it, looking ahead.
"This is very urgent, Rong'er. Don't worry, I promise, I won't say you told me about it." He reassured her, so she could only pout and walk silently beside him.
Mo Han didn't want to go to such place before too, but if he doesn't get that pill, how was he going to advance in his cultivation? If possible, he might be able to get something valuable with the encounter with the Alchemist.
Why was he living in seclusion? Judging from the teachings the former Mo Han learned from when he was a child, the continent prided on Alchemist across the five regions. The East, West, South, East and the central region.
'Haaa...' Mo Han sighed in exasperation because he knew there would be a long journey that awaited him and it hurts to say he was just getting started.
[Don't just sigh, at least you are done with your daily qeust, you didn't die.]
The little fluff ball said happily, while blinking it's eyes, Mo Han merely tossed it a death look, causing it to flinch and poof away.
He wore a plain robe, that made him look like a lowborn son of a noble family, and he noticed that to the servants or the elders of the clan that walked past him, he was invisble, like a stain they hoped to scrub away.
But Mo Han noticed that the ones who had such behavior were not the ones present in the hall during the assassination attempt. He was grateful at that, this way he could map out those against him and for him.
Right when he reached the gates. A sharp voice cracked the air.
"Halt! What business do you have outside the residence?"
Two guards in black robes covered with silver-lined armor stepped forward, hands on the hilts of their swords. Mo Han could recognize them, they were the gatekeepers, preventing anyone from stepping into the residence.
Mo Han pointed at himself, and mouthed a 'Me', they furrowed their brows giving him a hard look. Mo Han turned his head to look back to check if there was any other person there.
But there was no one.
"Are you perharps talking to me? Have you lost your brain?" Mo Han asked, his voice biting cold and the men were shaken. This was not the Young Master they knew, he never even leaves the house, in fear of being bulliet, so what changed?
"What are you going to do outside, Young Master. You can't leave without the lord's approval." They raised their chin in pride, thinking Mo Han would step back and run back into the house with tails tucked between his legs.
There was mockery in their tone as they called him young master but only
But Mo Han glared at them. "Move."
They didn't budge, snickering to each other. Mo Han knew he didn't have the strength so he simply side stepped them and of the residence.
He was so fast they didn't even have the time to grab him.
"When I saved this forsaken house from the enemies where were you?" he threw that question, and their faces turned an ugly shade.
Were they missing something?
The one on the left scratched the back of his head confused but by the time they turned around, Mo Han had already disappeared into the crowd of people.
Mo Han didn't have an order to get them to back off, so it was best he left as quick as possible. Bluffing won't be effective too because he didn't have any damn strength. Especially when dealing with dogs who didn't know how deep the well ran.
"Wow Master, you were very fast." Bai Rong hooked Mo Han's arm.
Mo Han body turned rigid feeling Bai Rong's soft boobs press into his arms but he didn't respond, and he had to take steady breath of air to calm his beating heart.
The city greed him with the usual bustle as he raised his head. The vendors calling out to him, carts rolling, and children running around, laughing and chasing kites. Mo Han was fascinated, since he had never lived in a rural area but in the bustle of the city.
"That is the place master!!" Bai Rong squealed, jumping as she pointed towards a building not far from where they stood.
The flower Pavilion stood like a siren's palace in the heart of the city. Mo Han paused at the entrance. A woman in translucent red silk robes walked past him, her curves swaying like petals in bloom and her nipples in full bloom.
Mo Han was excited, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Hey, young master." Someone whistled for him from above, leaning over the balcony, her laugh like tinkling bells.
Delicate veils covered their face, but non could hide the hunger in their eyes.
Mo Han's jaw slackened slightly. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, blinking hard as if trying to stare at the screen.
[Ding! Ding!]
The system showed identities of all of them, but Mo Han was too fixated on their see through Robes, to even concentrate on who they were.
But he barely noticed Bai Rong who had a huge frown on her face. The moron was looking at another woman in front of her. She knew that as demons, they were not entitled to one partner, neither where their partner bound to them.
But she didn't like that his eyes were on them and not hers.
'My boobs are bigger' She said her face glum, as she pressed on her boobs.
Having enough of seeing him drool, she slapped the back of his head. "Drool one more time and I will break your spine," She hissed, cheeks flushed.
Mo Han caught red handed, rubbed the back of his skull with a sheepish grin. He was indeed in heaven, at least that was what he thought.
"Can't help it. The women here are just so... distracting."
Bai Rong narrowed her eyes. "They are your entertainment, they are meant to entice you at the doorsteps, most cultivators do come here to delve into their flesh and drink."
"I would love to have them for a night."
"Ugh, pervert."
He chuckled and followed her through the hall of laughter and enticing incense. Unlike the main chamber, the inner quarters were quiet. Behind red-draped curtains, men were sprawled in their seats as they drunk from wine and the women who surrounded them.
Damn. It was all too much for Mo Han who passed them.
But Bai Rong was getting more angry, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the side chamber veiled in sheer silk and perfumed air. There, standing by a lotus window, was a woman dressed in jade green, her hair twisted in a high crown of pins and gold.
She turned and then her eyes which met with his, widened in realization. 'Oh, what do we have here?'
"You are back?" She breathed. "Why do you still wear his face?"
Mo Han blinked finally bringing back his attention to the goal at hand. "Excuse me?"
The woman strode forward, "Don't toy with me, Ye Mo Feng. Where's the girl?"
A girl? Ye Mo Feng?