Chapter 68: The Rescue Mission

Lin Fan was deeply disappointed by the Heaven and Earth Merchant Association's so-called "Minor Heaven Rank Pill," which was hyped to the skies. It was clearly a scam, but at least the pill had some use, giving him two million experience points.

Lin Fan was very dissatisfied with his current strength at the sixth level of the Innate Stage. For someone as loving and righteous as himself, the road ahead was bound to be full of storms.

Without reaching the Great Heaven Rank, Lin Fan wouldn't dare call himself an envoy of love and justice.

As for leaving a pile of hot shit after taking the pill, that was absolutely unintentional.

Lin Fan felt that this so-called Bloodburst Pill was definitely toxic. The urge to take a dump hit right after eating it—who could stop that?

Fortunately, there was enough space to relieve himself.

…

After returning to the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan assigned his fifteen lackeys a new task: to scout out the residences of various sect disciples and their usual hangouts.

Lin Fan was preparing to launch a rescue mission. This matter originally had nothing to do with him, but heaven values life. If he didn't save them, who would?

As for his students, though they weren't great at cultivation, they were excellent at gathering information. Soon, they all came back to report.

"Teacher, tonight the Thirteenth Prince is inviting all sect disciples to a gathering at the Fuyue Pavilion," the students reported.

Lin Fan was taken aback. Having only been in the Great Yan Dynasty for a short time, he had no idea what such a poetic name meant.

In the end, the well-traveled Xiao Ze explained it.

To put it elegantly, the Fuyue Pavilion was a place for refined scholars to compose poetry and enjoy romantic pleasures. To put it crudely, it was a brothel.

Lin Fan was surprised. He hadn't expected these sect disciples to frequent such places. But then he thought about it: these disciples spent years cultivating in sects with a severe gender imbalance. Few could fully express their masculinity and release their myriad descendants.

As for the other male disciples who, due to looks or low cultivation, had no chance to find a partner, they could only rely on their right hand to reach the peak.

Now that they were in the imperial capital and someone else was footing the bill, it was the perfect time for these sect disciples to let loose.

Moreover, the "Minor Heaven Rank Pill" had been heavily advertised. Naturally, the sects wouldn't send ordinary disciples. Whether the senior leaders accompanying them would indulge in the harmony of yin and yang and visit the Fuyue Pavilion was uncertain.

Night fell.

The night market of the Great Yan Dynasty came alive. The streets were bustling. For an ancient imperial city, only at night could one truly experience its splendor.

Countless lights shone brightly, connecting the entire capital and illuminating the sky.

Lin Fan was a man of refinement. Even though he was going to rescue sect disciples tonight, he couldn't just throw on any old clothes.

During his free time, Lin Fan bought a new outfit. Dressed in it, he looked extraordinary, like a dashing young master.

Arriving at the Fuyue Pavilion, Lin Fan looked at the building and smiled slightly. Not bad, not bad—green tiles and crimson roofs, truly luxurious.

No wonder it was the imperial capital's brothel. Just the exterior made many think twice, because such a lavish place surely meant high prices.

Lin Fan smiled gracefully, tucked a box of paper umbrellas under his arm, and strode in with his head high and chest out, looking impressive. With his outfit, what could go wrong?

But just as he reached the entrance, two guards stopped him.

"Please show your invitation."

"Invitation?" Lin Fan was puzzled. What the hell? Even a brothel needed an invitation? That was taking things too seriously.

"Tonight's event is for the world's sects. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed. If you don't have an invitation, please leave."

"I..." Lin Fan started to say something but swallowed his words. Then he smiled at the two guards. "I forgot my invitation. I'll go back and get it."

Lin Fan turned back, rubbing his chin. Where the hell was he supposed to get an invitation? He'd thought about sneaking in invisibly, but he was afraid. His cultivation was still too low; he couldn't move without making a sound. If some expert inside sensed something suspicious, it would be a disaster.

Just then, Lin Fan's eyes lit up. Ahead, a young disciple from some unknown sect was looking at something at a stall, holding an invitation in his hand.

Lin Fan glanced at him. The disciple looked very young, maybe thirteen or fourteen. Going to a brothel at such a young age—what was the world coming to? The decadent atmosphere of a brothel would definitely harm a child's mental health. As a man full of justice, how could he tolerate such a thing?

Rescue. He had to rescue them no matter what.

Lin Fan pretended to be casual and approached the disciple. "Little brother, are you heading to the Fuyue Pavilion later?"

"Yes, and you are?" The young disciple looked at Lin Fan suspiciously, not knowing who he was.

"May I ask which sect you're from?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"Hunyuan Sect, Huang Xiaochun." Huang Xiaochun didn't suspect anything. After all, this was the imperial capital, and he didn't sense any true energy fluctuations from Lin Fan, so he must be an ordinary person.

"Brother Huang, I just saw a glowing stone up ahead with a hint of red light. Since you're from a sect and well-traveled, I'd like you to come take a look," Lin Fan fabricated a story that was hard to believe, but Huang Xiaochun actually bought it.

Huang Xiaun's expression changed, and he quietly pulled Lin Fan aside. "Shh, brother, let's not make a fuss. I'll go with you to check it out."

Huang Xiaochun was overjoyed. The sect leader had said he was blessed with good fortune, and this trip to the Great Yan Dynasty was meant to broaden his horizons. He hadn't expected to encounter such a lucky break right after arriving.

Huang Xiaochun followed Lin Fan into an alley.

After twisting and turning through countless bends, Lin Fan led Huang Xiaochun to a deserted spot and stopped.

Looking at Huang Xiaochun, Lin Fan felt a pang of guilt. After all, he was still just a child.

But then he thought: how could such a young kid go to a place like that? Wouldn't it corrupt his mind?

Having convinced himself, Lin Fan hesitated no longer. He was doing a good deed, saving someone.

"Hey, brother, where's the treasure?" Huang Xiaochun looked around carefully but saw no sign of any treasure.

"Right here."

"Where?" Huang Xiaochun turned his head, only to see a red object flying toward his forehead.

Smack...

A brick to the head sent him into a daze.

Lin Fan snatched the invitation from Huang Xiaochun's hand, then quickly used the "Flower-Touching Chrysanthemum-Fingering" technique, leaving Huang Xiaochun drenched in sweat and completely limp before stopping.

To avoid further trouble, Lin Fan found a rope, tied Huang Xiaochun up, and dragged him into a nearby latrine.

On the door of the latrine was a wooden sign; Lin Fan flipped it over to indicate it was occupied.

With everything done, Lin Fan dusted off his hands and hurried toward the Fuyue Pavilion.