Chapter 1164: Chapter 640: Head (Bonus 3-in-1) Part 2
Upstairs, silence fell instantly, with only the sound of heavy breathing. Clearly, this person held great prestige among them, and his tone suggested he hailed from the Tusi Tribe.
Yulong Snow Mountain...
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. The territory of the Infinite King lies at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan, a treacherous terrain shrouded in miasma, indeed a good habitat for harboring impurities...
But... Yulong Snow Mountain?
It’s situated even further west in the depths of the Southern Border, adjacent to Tibet, perennially snow-covered, towering into the clouds. It is a renowned sacred mountain in the Southern Border and across the entire Southwest, a frontier even the Prince Mansion struggles to fully control, and the source of countless legends and beliefs.
Why does the Ming’an Divine Sect care so much about Yulong Snow Mountain?
"Still thinking of finding their lair, it seems... this is even more important than the lair itself..."
.........
The inn is indeed an inn, but in these towns, without much regulation or constraint, it also serves as a brothel.
The first-floor main hall caters food and drink and, after nightfall, transforms into a haven of merrymaking, with the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments wafting through the air, the scent of cosmetics mingling with alcohol permeating the atmosphere.
Chen Yi’s room was on the second floor, in an excellent location, able to survey the joyous singing and dancing downstairs, while faintly hearing laughter and panting from the neighboring suite.
As night descended, the door was lightly knocked. Outside, nightingale-like voices trilled,
"Mr. Chen, are you well? Boss Yan Kan instructed us to attend to you during your rest."
The door opened, instantly greeted by a fragrant breeze, and two or three graceful and charming ladies entered in single file, including both Han and Miao women. They wore light and sheer dresses that accentuated their alluring curves, their eyebrows and eyes full of emotion, brimming with charisma.
"Mr. Chen," cooed the leading lady, with a sweet voice and playful eyes, holding tea and attempting to snuggle closer, "I heard your luck wasn’t great today; don’t let it affect your health. Let us massage your shoulders and relieve your fatigue?"
Another girl, holding a lute, also sat down with a giggle. Her jade fingers lightly plucked the strings, releasing a seductive melody: "Indeed, Mr. Chen, in life, one must seize happiness; losing Silver but winning beauties, that’s quite a joy too."
They were well-trained, their movements gentle yet provocative, with soft words and breath as fragrant as orchids, trying to dissolve the worries of this Lord who lost at gambling, firmly binding him to this den of extravagance.
Chen Yi’s gaze blurred, tempted to pinch here and there.
However, just as the girl holding the soup was about to lean on Chen Yi, a sudden change occurred.
"Wah——!!!"
A piercing scream erupted unexpectedly behind Chen Yi, followed by a disheveled, ghostly pale "female ghost" burst through the wall behind him!
Donggong Ruoshu’s tongue was extended long.
"A ghost!!!"
The beauties, who moments ago were charming beyond words, instantly paled with fright. The tea clattered to the ground, the fruit plate overturned, the lute string snapped "boing", their eyes rolled back, and they all fainted.
The room was instantly left with only Chen Yi, and Donggong Ruoshu looking smug.
"Hmph!" Donggong Ruoshu hovered with her arms akimbo, "Trying to seduce you? Not a chance! Not while I’m here; let’s see if they dare to come again."
Chen Yi rubbed his ears stung by the scream, glanced at her helplessly: "... Next time you scare people, could you give a heads up?" He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, ignoring the mess on the floor.
Donggong Ruoshu glanced at him, advising earnestly: "You gamble like that, making big mistakes, you must not err again."
Chen Yi rubbed his temple and explained the situation to her.
Miss Donggong’s eyes lit up, saying: "You’re so smart?"
"Who is as foolish as you?" Chen Yi retorted.
"What nonsense," Miss Donggong paused, "I am quite wise."
Chen Yi remained silent for a moment, "Very wise."
"Absolutely." Donggong Ruoshu proudly puffed up her already praiseworthy chest.
Even as a ghost, she remained graceful and charming.
In the following days, Chen Yi seemed truly immersed in this utopia. He gambled during the day and reserved the best window seat every night, calling for the finest wine, listening to seductive music while watching the dancers downstairs sway their hips, drinking cup after cup.
His eyes were hazy, his behavior wild, occasionally slapping the table with laughter, even drunkenly talking to the air, and quarreling with it too.
Others gossiped: "He’s gone mad from gambling!"
On this night, Chen Yi appeared to drink excessively.
He staggered upstairs holding a half-empty wine jug, still vaguely humming a tune.
He walked an extra floor, intoxicated to the point of being unable to support himself, leaning heavily against a door with a "thud".
"Uh... Open door, open, open door..." he hiccuped while vigorously pounding the door, his voice muddled, "Little, little beauty, open the door, accompany me, let’s drink another cup... I have plenty... of Silver..."
The slight commotion inside instantly fell silent.
It seemed those inside were caught off guard by this sudden disturbance.
Chen Yi smacked the door hard, grumbling in anger: "Miss Li! Entertaining others! Not welcoming me, huh!"
Finally, a sound came from inside: "Lord, you have the wrong room..."
"No mistake... I, Chen Ming, didn’t go wrong..." Chen Yi’s body tensed slightly against the door panel, still bleary-eyed, shouting indistinctly, even attempting to kick the door, "Open, quickly... quickly open, Miss Li, I saw you enter..."
Inside seemed unwilling to cause trouble, a female voice rang out, laughingly conciliating: "Lord Chen... there is a first come, first served rule, perhaps you could find another girl."
