Chapter 69: Senior Sister, You Are So Beautiful

"Aiyoyo, my goodness, this Fuyue Pavilion is too extravagant." When Lin Fan lived on Earth, he was an upright youth who had never been to any big sword or red-light district.

Now, as soon as he entered Fuyue Pavilion, the scene before him deeply captivated his little heart.

Thick fragrance assailed his face. Behind antique carved lattice screens, pink gauze swayed in the breeze, revealing hazy silhouettes of several graceful figures—plump and slender, varied in posture, full of charm. Once his eyes fell on them, he couldn't look away: each had willow-leaf brows and seductive eyes, spring hidden in their gaze, delicate figures, and an air of coquettishness.

Those sect disciples had never experienced such a scene. Some who had stayed long in their sects felt parched and restless, wanting to move but seeing others not moving, they thought it would be improper to act first. So they waited to see who would take the lead and then follow suit.

But as he thought this, so did the other disciples, so they all sat there like wooden blocks, lustful in heart but timid in action.

After feasting his eyes, Lin Fan felt that the people of the Great Yan Dynasty really knew how to live. If this were on Earth, it would have been shut down countless times—simply dazzling to the eyes.

At the same time, Lin Fan nodded inwardly: snatching Huang Xiaochun's invitation was absolutely the right move. Otherwise, if Huang Xiaochun came in, those wolf-like girls would devour him.

At such a young age, letting the little bird show its might so early—I'm afraid his nutrition wouldn't keep up.

Lin Fan hadn't forgotten his purpose in coming to Fuyue Pavilion. But since he hadn't yet figured out the situation inside, he naturally couldn't act rashly. He had to wait and see what was going on.

Walking further inside, Lin Fan noticed some old-timers from the sects holding charming girls in their arms, chatting intimately, their brows revealing cheerful moods.

Lin Fan glanced around and got a general idea: the disciples who came to Fuyue Pavilion were mostly at the Xiantian realm, while some older ones were at the Rushen realm. In their sects, they might be only average, but in the Great Yan Dynasty, they were top-notch experts.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires; even those with high cultivation can't cut them off, let alone these people.

But what disappointed Lin Fan was that he didn't see any disciples from the Holy Demon Sect.

This left him somewhat disheartened.

"The Thirteenth Prince has arrived." At that moment, a voice came from outside.

Lin Fan hadn't been in the Great Yan Dynasty long, but he knew that the Thirteenth Prince was the most likely to become emperor—a man with both skill and power.

Then a man with a jade-like demeanor entered, surrounded by attendants.

Rushen fourth level.

This was the Thirteenth Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. As soon as he arrived, everyone from the various sects stood up to greet him.

After all, the money to hire the girls came from the Thirteenth Prince, so a show of courtesy was necessary.

Although the entire Great Yan Dynasty couldn't compare to the sects, he was still a prince, and a very diplomatic one at that.

The Thirteenth Prince held a paper fan, smiled, and nodded in thanks to those around him.

"I am deeply honored that you all accepted my invitation. If the hospitality today is lacking, please forgive me," the Thirteenth Prince said, cupping his hands on the stage.

"Not at all, the Thirteenth Prince's hospitality is most satisfying."

"Indeed, I've heard of Fuyue Pavilion but never had the chance to visit. This trip has truly been worthwhile."

The sect members were having a great time, so their words were naturally polite.

"Good, I'm glad you're all enjoying yourselves. I won't disturb you further." The Thirteenth Prince tactfully took his leave, and amid the crowd's responses, he departed.

Lin Fan quietly slipped away, unnoticed. He wanted to scout the surroundings and find out where the sect leaders were.

This time, the Great Yan Dynasty's auction of the "Small Heavenly Rank Pill" had naturally drawn the sects out in force. For some powerful sects, the Small Heavenly Rank realm was nothing special, but they were very interested in the pill itself.

What kind of pill could elevate someone to the Small Heavenly Rank realm? They had never heard of such a divine pill.

Cultivation was a step-by-step process; there was no shortcut.

If the "Small Heavenly Rank Pill" really worked as advertised, it would be terrifying. What use would years of hard cultivation be if it couldn't match a single pill?

Lin Fan wandered around Fuyue Pavilion. Every room was empty, clearly the whole place had been booked for the day. The sect members were still enjoying themselves outside; no one had gone to their rooms early to get down to business. He would have to wait a bit longer.

"Junior apprentice brother, you've been peeping outside for so long. Why not come in and sit? I'm all alone and quite lonely," came a voice as Lin Fan checked the next room. He peeked inside and saw a woman drinking alone, flirting seductively and beckoning with her finger.

Lin Fan shivered. The voice was captivating, almost stirring his desires.

This woman was definitely no ordinary person. Her voice alone could nearly bewitch one's mind.

"I've made a mistake. I'll leave now," Lin Fan said, startled. He had a major mission to accomplish; he had no time for romance.

Though he hadn't seen her face clearly, her voice alone made his heart melt.

"Since you're here, come in and have a drink with me before you go," she said just as Lin Fan was about to flee. The wooden door suddenly swung open, and a pink gauze ribbon, carrying an intoxicating fragrance, wrapped around Lin Fan's wrist.

Damn, this woman has some skill.

Lin Fan was startled. He hadn't expected her to be so capable. At first, he thought she was a girl from Fuyue Pavilion, but now it seemed otherwise.

Lin Fan thought quickly. If he ran now, it would arouse suspicion. So he steeled himself: what was there to fear? It was just a drink—he'd had drinks before.

"Oh, it's a little junior brother from the Mixed Origin Sect."

As soon as Lin Fan entered, his eyes lit up. What a beautiful senior sister! Curvy in all the right places, exuding charm, skin like congealed fat, and especially those eyes—so seductive they nearly stole his heart.

You Man'er gently hooked her finger, and Lin Fan's body involuntarily sat down beside her. Then, like a snake, she leaned against him.

"Junior brother, do you know who I am?" You Man'er breathed fragrantly, her slender fingers lightly tracing Lin Fan's chest.

Lin Fan trembled all over. This feeling was damn hard to bear.

Lin Fan glanced at the table and saw a token. When they handed in their invitations at the door, they were given a token indicating which sect they belonged to.

The token on the table read:

"Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion."

Seeing those three words, Lin Fan's heart jolted. He sensed trouble. He knew about the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion—it was also a demon sect. Its disciples were all young and beautiful women, but they practiced a sinister technique: when engaging in sexual intercourse with men, they absorbed the man's true essence.

The female disciples of Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion were trained from childhood, mastering seduction arts. Their teasing skills were irresistible, and few men could hold out.

Some male disciples from other sects would rather have their true essence drained than miss a chance with a Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion disciple.

"Senior sister, you are so beautiful." Lin Fan had to stabilize You Man'er for now. She was at Rushen second level, far stronger than him. If she forced the issue, how could he resist?

His pure body wouldn't allow him to waste himself here either.

You Man'er smiled seductively. "What's your name, little junior brother? You really know how to make me happy. I adore you."

Lin Fan couldn't escape, so he had to play along. Blushing as if he were inexperienced, he said shyly:

"Senior sister, my name is Huang Xiaochun."

Lin Fan sighed. Junior brother Huang Xiaochun, I'll repay you someday. For now, take the blame for me.